SWNOVELS Chapter 7: Dragons
Gaaldalksirin was a young dragon, though the oldest of all sleeping dragons. Ulli, in a conversation with Laylith and Arel, then said, “The name of the last Gaal from the Ksirin clan, lost in time, will flare up with the star and go out forever. The awakened will bring fire, and the flame will revive us.” Lost in time Gaal, a young dragon was attributed a kinship with Sirridwyn herself, the goddess, the first dragon mother, which has relation to barzandakors, half-gods.
Gaaldalksirin was in hibernation, being in Mount Lyradrilot, and then, when he woke up, he immediately rushed to the light star Iglara, and moved it from its orbit, leaving Ermir with one star, Silenta. Kilelkilaar, the dragon’s soul, a kind of inner life force, broke into several pieces when it collided with a star. And now, being in space, drifting between small solar systems, the particles of kilelkilaar of Gaaldalksirin began to gather. Pieces flew through space to unite to revive the dragon.
And now, among the stars, planets, asteroids and meteorites, a fiery flash of incredible proportions occurred, and the fire dragon spread his wings! The resurrected, majestic Gaaldalksirin now looked like fire, and was fire, in essence, as the fiery ghost of a dragon. Had Ulli lied, had he known that Gaal would not extinguish with the star forever? Gaal flapped his wings and rushed to Ermir.
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While Erbalartalanjir’s kin was in the Larmar Islands, Erbalar himself, a northern ice dragon, white, with scales shimmering silver, flew over Norvinoria and even did not burn inhabitants or any animals or other creatures with its silvery-turquoise flame. Erbalar’s absence would be noticed, but he was not worried, the dragon enjoyed every flap of his wings. Flying to the far north, he saw birds similar to argiphones, only if the argiphones were grey-brown with red spots, then these birds were snow-white. Suddenly he saw that they were flying around a small point, and suddenly he heard a voice inside himself, “Kar Spir Tar Pef Taral,” said a woman’s voice in the dragon’s head.
“Talar Das Tar Karukh Erbalartalanjir,” the dragon introduced himself.
Erbalar flew to the woman and lowered himself down beside her. A whirlwind of snow swirled up. The snow argiphones were smaller than the dragon and even smaller than their relatives, the argiphones, but their huge wings eclipsed the light of a single daytime star. And the shadow fell on the woman and the dragon.
“I can speak the union language,” the dragon said.
“The dragon language is mother tongue,” the woman replied, her hair at the roots was dark lilac, shimmery blue in the middle and light turquoise at the tips, her eyes were the color of the clear sky. “My name is Lisandersterna Forbrandermedlis, you can call me Lisandra, Erbalar.”
“Oh, Sirridwyn!” exclaimed the dragon and bowed deeply, “Din Kher Avald, my dinadam.”
Erbalar couldn’t believe his eyes, and how he could forget her image? How is it possible? There was an askaldenfirst before him. The askaldenfirsts are the daughters of the Firsts, similar in appearance to earthly young women, relatives of the barzandakors, and last were the ancestors of dragons.
“Erbalar, I can feel Ermir burning. What have you done?”
“Thanks to Gaaldalksirin, the second star was destroyed and we were able to fly to the northern part of the Belt of Twilight...”
“Belt of Twilight?” Lisandra didn’t let the dragon answered, “It’s probably the Wall of Ghosts, now that is what the ermirians called it.”
“Yes, my dinadam.”
“And you just decided to burn out the entire planet?” Lisandra raised an eyebrow.
“I didn’t want that!” the dragon exclaimed, justifying himself, “I made no decisions. Right now my brothers are meeting with the oldenmessers in Larmar Islands. I was not informed of the plan.”
“Oldenmessers!” the woman’s voice dropped, “the ancient elves know nothing of politics, the strategy of war, diplomacy, mercy, or compassion! Entangled in their old robes, pretending to be sages, believing that they are guiding Ermir to prosperity, are absolute fools! And dragons, my children, who must use their minds, followed the lead of completely crazy old elves!” some of the snow argiphones flew up, feeling Lisandra’s anger.
“Who’s in charge now? Ulzardaldalor?” Lisandra asked.
“No, my dinadam, our leader is Farumbirznaaks.”
“Hmm, Farum, ” the woman could not resist in surprise. “Are all three decrepit limbs assembled?”
“Decrepit limbs?” the dragon asked.
“Yes, decrepit oldenmessers, Taewan, Sephron and Tola, are those ancient creatures in the Larmar Islands?”
“Yes, my dinadam.”
“Good! Let’s fly!” with those words Lisandra climbed onto the snow argiphone, and it flapped its wings, creating puffs of sparkling snow, and flew to the southeast. t. And a flock of snow argiphones and a dragon followed her.