Brynn
"...Ah. My thanks then." She nodded farewell and resumed the short march back home.
There, you will no doubt slake your thirst with her. I suspect a lone neophyte will be irresistible prey to her. Though if we are lucky-
She will still be stalking the master of the Clubs and Insomnia.
Precisely. It felt odd, to so easily be on the same page as to complete each other's deductions. Reminded her of the old days, when things were simpler, and her heart much lighter. Even so, it would be foolish to bank on that idea. If you dare laugh at what I am about to do, I swear I will draw out your destruction sevenfold.
Arisen rolled her eye. Oh no, do spare me, dear princess. I cannot fathom the horrors a rebellious whelp might inflict on a True Elder.
Brynn pursed her lips. Arisen needled her enough without the reminder that she had, in fact, been crafted from the remains of the most fearsome elder dragon ever slain by St. George. She was, quite literally, more ancient than the entirety of their modern race by a full order of magnitude. Her feral power may even have rivalled father, had she been risen as flesh and blood instead of defiled as a ritual reagent. Funnily enough, the more she pondered that, the less Brynn was bothered by that sordid course of events.
The bitch was bad enough even in this restrained, bastardized form. Devils take them all if her true form ever walked the earth again.
Regardless, they were finally back in the vast expanse of barren stone she called a territory. Brynn braced Arisen in the ground and stared her in the eye. In the span of a moment, a full conversation was conveyed through look alone. As it finished Arisen began the first verse of the impromptu ritual.
"Reclaim thy dreadful might,
Now and forever, yours by birthright.
Little dragon, you have lost your way?
Little dragon, have you no sway?
Cast aside the chains of destiny,
Become a god for all to see.
Break the dawn and light the sun,
For the Drakensong has just begun!"
Brynn's final exclamation quickly morphed into a harrowing scream. The flesh gripping Arisen ignited and melted before reforming itself into a gauntleted hand, the accompanying arm bespoke with orange scales from knuckle to elbow. The rest of her mortal coil followed suit.
Every cell in her body awoke with a rush of unbridled mitochondrial activity, practically destroying her inside-out as what was once an unassuming child was engulfed in a pyre of brilliant blue flame.
The pain was simultaneously excruciating yet exquisite, even as her back split open and two geysers of fire erupted from it with all the theatrics and bluster of twin cinder cones. She could hold the roar in no longer, and a third geyser joined them as she threw her head back and let power and malice given audible form report all the way to the very edges of her domain - a war cry that would make even her elders pause in respect of its killing intent.
Her knees buckled as her legs were incinerated and re-forged into scaled greaves matching her gauntlets, and it was all she could do to cling to Arisen's handle and not collapse outright.
Finally, the inferno she had become began to die, in the span of a few seconds that had felt like an agonizingly blissful eternity. The spires of flame fanning from her back coalesced into the newly molded flesh, bone, and scales of a pair of expansive wings that unleashed a majestic wave of both awe and terror as they unfurled. What small, still-burning embers there were clung to Brynn's nude torso before reigniting and expanding to cover it in an orange leotard with an accompanying dragon-scaled breastplate and pauldrons. The familiar glowing jewel that crowned the center of her chest swallowed the remaining flames in a swirling vortex, heralding the end of the transformation.
Silence reigned supreme as the little dragon rose to her feet. Contrary to her assumptions, her bladed companion was hardly laughing. No, she recognized that look in her eyes. She had seen it in countless other elders before. Absolute terror and suspicion. They had already been linked before, but now there was no barrier hiding the full extent of the changes that had taken place since their last parting.
"You... how!? You were never supposed to-"
"Never supposed to what, dear Arisen?" Brynn cocked her head with a wicked smile. The sword didn't dare finish her dreaded thought, lest she somehow make it more of a reality than it already was. Brynn hefted her entire length onto her armored shoulder as easily as a Landsknecht in her prime. "Fret not, old friend. You will fathom the horrors I'll visit upon you in due time. But while we are here, you may fulfill your purpose."
A garbled string of curses that quickly morphed into a frustrated screech was all the sword answered with. Brynn sneered gleefully at the display even as she spread her wings and took flight towards the neutral zone. The moment she crossed over the boundary out of her land, her physical form melted away into a phantasmal fog vaguely carrying her likeness and that of Arisen. On the off chance they were caught by surprise before they found the others, it would at least prevent the first strike of the ambush from being the last.
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