P A L E L A D Y

“I know you for what you are...and my heart is weary...” The prickle of an illusion made the tips of her fingers itch yet she made no move to hinder his approach. In a bygone age she had suffered at the hands of his kin. To prevent her troublesome meddling in their lords plans as she had done so in ages past. 

The memories of hot iron spikes, the cage in which they kept her over a vat of lava, the torture that kept her aware of the passage of time. The images assaulted her mind as the scars that remained ached. Yet she kept her composure - if not barely. For a moment she took in a deep breath, her eyes closed as she took a moment to calm herself.

“You linger in this plane, the passage of time long and harsh.” Many questions lingered on the tip of her tongue yet she did not utter them.

“Friend or foe?” 

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“I’m...I’m afraid we cannot go there, little prince. It is a harsh and dangerous land filled with monsters. Here we are safe, far from those that will hurt us.” She hated to crush her son’s hope. Her eyes full of pain and sadness before she gazed outside their lair. Stars twinkling in the nights blanketed darkness yet something foul was on the wind. She would need to place more wards down tonight. A black dragon stirred somewhere near here. For days she had seen the signs, caught the scent and came across his kills. Never before had one come this close to her dwelling and hunted in her territory.

Her boy was in more danger yet she did not want to send him away. The leviathan would know when any of her wards were broken and could teleport back quickly. The pale blue dragon did not care if she came face to face with the traitorous black aspect. Her son’s life was everything and she will keep him self.

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(GUYS LOOK! GUYS! ITS A BABY DRAGON!)

The pale blue leviathan gaze down at her disquieted child. So much he has grown, her sole whelp. From four eggs came only one - her precious baby boy. Each time she left him to hunt she worried about him. Each time she left him for a time to continue her crusade against the vile Blacks she felt overwhelming guilt. That she could not let it go of the horror she had seen as her flight was annihilated before her eyes ten thousand years ago. That she had flown far away from her home and away from the one who helped create her impossible child. By all accounts her child should not exist and yet here he was. Seeing him as he was hurt her. “No, my son.” Aethragosa spoke gently as bumped her snout against him as she tried to reassure him.

Her smile was small yet coy. Her pale eyes looking upon his own, eyes that were filled with want and need. How she worked her magic yet she was a woman of wants and desires. It was the design of nature as she waited patiently. His arms around her waist, keeping her against him as a thumb rubbed against the fabric of his tunic. With each moment her patience began to dwindle yet in the end she was rewarded. His lips pressed hard against her. 

A chilly hand touched his exposed neck as her fingers pressed against the back of it. Her eagerness clear. The embrace was passionate, his lips upon her cold ones as they moved. She was curious if she would be granted more than simple kisses. The touch of man she hasn’t felt in some time. Yet she knew she should have been cold. Ignore it all and departed when she could. Alas, she did not and was quite happy about it. The silver lady could pretend all she wanted. She was no purer than a maiden or beings like angles.

“Here you are, my dear.” The pale woman said as she handed the doll back to the girl that was no more than six. “What does she say? All better?” The child in question looked at her doll with large innocent eyes still puffy with tears. The woman had done her best to repair the girl’s toy as it wasn’t perfect with visible flaws. The girl’s brother had ripped the doll’s arms off to spite his little sister. For what the sorceress didn’t know but gathered it was something for getting him in trouble. The child sniffled as she checked over her dolly.

“S-she says she’s b-better!” The girl said excitedly as she hugged her doll to her chest. A joyful small came to the pale woman’s lips as she gently clapped her hands together. “I am so glad, my dear. Why don’t you go run along now and play before your mother calls for supper?” The girl didn’t waste in time leaving as she shouted as she ran. “Thank you kind lady!” The woman let out a chuckle as she happened to glance up at a man staring at her. No doubt witnessing parts of what had transpired. 

“If only we could forget our woes in the way a child can.” The pale sorceress could have done nothing and simply left the child be bullied by her brother and his friends. But she did not and had shooed the small group of boys away and comforted the smaller, frightened child. After she made sure the girl was unhurt did she comfort and promise to make her dolly all better again.

“The innocence of youth.”

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