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Birdland · 08-09-2002, 07:29 PM

Bird flew as she had never before, back to the smials of the North Gate. But she was too late. Nothing was left but smoking ruins and small burnt figures laying on the scorched earth. She looked around frantically. All thoughts of seeing the demise of the Dark Elf who had caused this destruction had left her. She knew the fate of that one. What she didn't know was where her last friends were.

It was easy enough to find them with her sharp crow eyes. The string of small figures stood out amongst the crowd of Orcs and their other captives. Bird forgot all plans, all of Child's intentions and hopes. She did not want this to happen. She couldn't bear it.

"Nooooo!" she screeched, as she stooped on the Orc Captain at the head of the line. Small claws raked down skin like horn, doing little damage. Her wings batted against the iron helm. Bird rose, and struck again, screaming over and over "Noooo!"

"NOOOOOOOO!" The scream turned to a roar, as the Fifth transformation of the skin-changer began, brought on not by fear for her own life, but for love and fear for her friends. The black wings grew, stretched, and lost their feathers. The white body swelled and glowed. Scales spread from her legs, up and over, replacing the soft down.

In less than a minute, before the eyes of stunned halflings and cowering Orcs, a winged dragon, clad in glowing black and silver hovered in the air, and began its final stoop on the Orc captain.

"Bird, no!" came the faint, high scream of Child. And somehow, Birdie heard her. She paused, while Child screamed above the noise of battle. "Go to the ship. Tell them we are being taken to Dorthonian! Remember, Bird. Dorthonian. Now go back to the ship, before they kill you."

And in Bird's mind she heard "Well done, Changling. Though the color scheme is a bit unorthodox. Now come home."

Bird hovered, tears of adamant trickling from her eyes onto the stony slopes. (All dragons weep this way.) Then she turned and was gone, flying west, over the mountain.

By morning Gondolin, and the halflings, were gone.

[ August 10, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]

08-09-2002, 07:29 PM	#36
Birdland Ghastly Neekerbreeker Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: the banks of the mighty Scioto Posts: 1,751	Bird flew as she had never before, back to the smials of the North Gate. But she was too late. Nothing was left but smoking ruins and small burnt figures laying on the scorched earth. She looked around frantically. All thoughts of seeing the demise of the Dark Elf who had caused this destruction had left her. She knew the fate of that one. What she didn't know was where her last friends were. It was easy enough to find them with her sharp crow eyes. The string of small figures stood out amongst the crowd of Orcs and their other captives. Bird forgot all plans, all of Child's intentions and hopes. She did not want this to happen. She couldn't bear it. "Nooooo!" she screeched, as she stooped on the Orc Captain at the head of the line. Small claws raked down skin like horn, doing little damage. Her wings batted against the iron helm. Bird rose, and struck again, screaming over and over "Noooo!" "NOOOOOOOO!" The scream turned to a roar, as the Fifth transformation of the skin-changer began, brought on not by fear for her own life, but for love and fear for her friends. The black wings grew, stretched, and lost their feathers. The white body swelled and glowed. Scales spread from her legs, up and over, replacing the soft down. In less than a minute, before the eyes of stunned halflings and cowering Orcs, a winged dragon, clad in glowing black and silver hovered in the air, and began its final stoop on the Orc captain. "Bird, no!" came the faint, high scream of Child. And somehow, Birdie heard her. She paused, while Child screamed above the noise of battle. "Go to the ship. Tell them we are being taken to Dorthonian! Remember, Bird. Dorthonian. Now go back to the ship, before they kill you." And in Bird's mind she heard "Well done, Changling. Though the color scheme is a bit unorthodox. Now come home." Bird hovered, tears of adamant trickling from her eyes onto the stony slopes. (All dragons weep this way.) Then she turned and was gone, flying west, over the mountain. By morning Gondolin, and the halflings, were gone. [ August 10, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]