Regalis

Weak, was a mild word for how I felt right now.

Very weak, still won't do.

What would describe my current state, as my life flowed out of me, was a word that exists in no text. For this feeling of how close death's claws was to me, has not been experienced by any living man.

Those of us who experience it, are on the brink of death. Dying, within a few seconds of experiencing it, hence, no word for it yet. For to experience it, meant certain death. And certain death, meant no time to form or write the word for this feeling.

I gazed into my father's eyes. His blade, buried deep in my chest.

Does he feel anything?

It was I, his only son and child, at the end of his sword. Does he feel my pain?

Blood purged out of my chest. Staining my cloth and his blade.

I think my heart has been cut. Halved, by this sword, sitting in the left side of my chest.

No remorse. No regret.

He felt nothing.

Nothing for me!

No emotion. No feeling of loss.

I wonder why, I still sometimes wish for his love, after all these years.

He pulled out the sword in my chest. And I felt the pain from the neetwood in my bloodstream ten times more, and was about falling when Randall kicked me. And I slumped to the ground. Like a bag of carrots.

So far as Xemein lived, death was worth it. She may hate life, being in Randall's clutches, but she'll live.

And then, I heard, as my eyes almost started to shut,

"since you value love so much. Then, die along with him".

And Randall's blade lifted.

And I felt my whole being tear apart. Hot blood, rushing so fast through me.

My death, I could take. But, not Xemein's.

"Not Xemein's!" I heard my mouth roar.

And felt a new will, push me to my feet. As I roared out to the skies, "oas tu ta na meee rata draca!"

Xemein

The dragon language.

Oas tu ta na meee rata draca!

It had to be.

"Su nema droca!"

"No!!!" Randall screamed. The fear that filled his eyes, was one I never imagined that someone as powerful as Randall would ever feel.

His blade, near my throat, forgotten as it fell. And he raised his left arm to fire a soulfire that was aimed at Regalis. And this soulfire, as it came from Randall's hand, his entire left arm was enveloped in a green golden fire. The incinerator. Soul fire extreme. Burnt the soul and victim's flesh, till only black dust remained. No hand nor leg was ever seen again. No proof, the victim had once ever existed!

And at that second, without doubt, everyone on the battlefield, must've heard the noise.

The heavy clap of wings in the air.

I looked up.

Shalott!

Shalott in the Capital!

Regalis called her!

And from the distance, where she was in the air, her jaws opened. And a holy fire descended, the soulfire nearly on Regalis squelched at once. Like a bucket of water had been poured on it.

He did it!!!

Regalis did it!!!

The dragon language. He spoke it. That was most definitely the Gift he received from Aurora for loving her child! His dragon Gift, activated. Owned a dragon and now, could summon it from any part of the world he was. He was now truly, a true dragon Lord!

And a mere neetwood could not hold him down anymore, especially as long as Shalott keeps existing!

And I watched the stab wound on Regalis heal. With scales on his chest surface. His dragon Gift has indeed risen!

Randall, was running now. Speeding to the table that held his drink. His sorcerers, fleeing in helterskelter.

And one more time, Shalott opened her mouth. Wooh! And fire - a sea of fire - rained down on Randall's minions. I had never seen the type! And I hoped never to see the type again, after tonight.

Shalott's fire blazed. Engulfing the fleeing sorcerers. The fleeing soldiers. It was a scene of madness. Of chaos. Everyone on Randall's side, running. Escaping. As Shalott, somehow, knew those to aim at.

"Woooohhh!!!"

The fires blazed. Raging. Burning. Incinerating all.

And then, she flew towards Randall! Flying so fast! As though, she knew what he intended to do. As Randall, now on the 'sacrificial' table, lifted the cup of immortality drink.

Oh no! Dear gods, please, don't let him be able to drink it.

The immortality drink once prepared, would be touched with a bit of  the individual's blood, so, he alone could drink it.

And Randall put the cup to his lips!

"No!" I heard myself and Regalis roar.

And at that second, Shalott's jaws opened again for the last time tonight and unleashed its fury on Randall.

Had Shalott been merciless to other foes of Regalis? To Randall, she was twice as merciless. Her jaw, open. Burning and burning him with fire.

And finally, when she stopped. What was left, was a picture I never envisaged, of the most powerful Gifted to be born in eons.

Randall's dust.

No arms. No legs. No clothes, even. No sign of even a body part.

It was as though, he never existed.