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"We were born to hunt and destroy!" they hear the Dragon King shout as they clamber up a cracked stone wall in the heart of the ancient compound. "Today, we will claim our birthright!"
And then - quieter, but still strong, Shathann's voice: "You are lying!"
All the blood drains from Taash's face. They regain their balance at the top of the wall and break into a run almost in the same motion. "Tama!"
"Taash, wait--" Helena cries, but Taash is beyond hearing her, and all she can do is finish her awkward scramble up over the edge and follow.
"Today, we claim our true strength by right of fire!" The Dragon King is standing at the top of a wide stone dais wreathed by the punishing heat and blinding light of the lava flowing around it. At his feet sits Shathann, bound at the hands and feet, her head ducked in a way that suggests she has not been captured without a damaging fight.
Helena reaches the balcony alongside Taash, reaches to grab for their arm-- but not fast enough.
"Tama!" Taash howls, real anguish in their voice.
Shathann looks up at them, and there's only time for her eyes to widen in alarm before the Dragon King slaps the lever at his side with one meaty palm.
With a deafening clang, a heavy steel cage slams down around Helena and Taash, locking them in place.
Helena swears under her breath. She can hear Bellara shouting from somewhere behind her. Damn it. He knew we were coming. He funneled us to exactly this spot. Shit. Shit. Shit.
It's a plan she might have come up with herself in any of a number of Dragon jobs, which makes it all the more infuriating.
"Evataash. Little Dragon." They can hear the smirk in the man's voice as he stares up at them. "I am Ataashok, the Dragon King!"
Drawing his head back, he roars, and a gout of flame spews from beneath his elaborate, bone-colored mask. "I am pleased that you followed our bait," he sneers, shooting a look sideways at Shathann.
Taash's eyes are blazing with rage. Helena looks up at them worriedly. "Taash?"
"You're like me," Taash hisses.
"I am nothing like you!" the Dragon King snaps back. "I embrace our birthright! You hide from it. You belong to the Antaam! You should have been ours! Instead, the priest stole you away."
"Leave her out of this!" Taash growls. "You wanted me. You got me."
The King laughs. "Yes! The one you call Cutter insisted you would follow our bait!"
"Oh, did he?" Helena quips under her breath. "How helpful of him." Her eyes are flicking rapidly around the room. She thinks if push comes to shove she may be able to wiggle her smaller frame out through the bars, but there's no chance of getting Taash through them - and every chance that Taash is going to do something reckless at any moment.
She can hear the fury in Taash's usually flat voice as they growl, "Cutter's dead."
"There!" the King crows, sounding not cowed but pleased. "The rage! The passion that burns inside an adaari's heart! Your mother could not quench it entirely!"
Taash's eyes flick rapidly from the King to Shathann and back again. Helena watches as they clench their fists at their sides, struggling visibly for control. "What do you want?" they ask curtly.
"I want your fire, Little Dragon," sneers the King. "I want your blood." He laughs again, watching Taash's eyes widen. "My Antaam have grown strong with the blessings of Ghilan'nain! And with your lifeblood, Ghilan'nain can create an army of adaari for me! Our fire will burn this land pure!"
Helena stares at him, and despite the seriousness of the situation, she can't help a bitter laugh. "Your plan is to let Ghilan'nain mess with your people?"
"With her guidance, we will become unstoppable!" the King roars.
Taash's anger bursts from their mouth in a startling explosion of flame. But the King only laughs, yet again.
"The Antaam could have made you strong!" he cries. "But your mother hid you away, made you hide your fire! What does she tell you? Shokra toh ebra?!"
In one hand, he raises a small object - the tablet Shathann carried, the one that Isabela said carried knowledge of adaari.
"You struggle against yourself, Little Dragon," he sneers. "You do not deserve this. It carries a message from our ancestors. The full words can be revealed by a dragon's fire. With this, we will prove we were meant to rule this world!"
"You are wrong, Ataashok!"
Helena's head swings around. Shathann has sat up, painfully dragging herself against her injuries and her bindings, and is staring up at her captor with a hard gaze. Her voice, though older and softer than Taash's, carries its own, steadier heat.
"Shokra toh ebra is not an order to struggle against what you are!" she cries. "It is a reminder that, through struggle, you *find* what you are."
She turns her head, and even at this distance, Helena can see the intensity with which she meets Taash's eyes.
"You have never done so," she tells the King, with a sudden dignity, a calm certainty. "Evataash has." A heavy, meaningful pause. "*They* are stronger than you will ever be."
Taash's eyes widen.
Shathann turns her head minutely, just enough to focus on Helena instead. "Rook," she says, a touch softer. "You will keep them safe."
In that split second of calm, Helena realizes what is about to happen. And she hears that certainty in Shathann's voice and feels a sudden surge of admiration.
"Shokra toh ebra," she answers hoarsely.
Despite all her years in the Dragons, all her assertions that she is never afraid, she has never faced death calmly. She has looked away from it wherever she can, and avoided speaking of it, and bullied down everything that threatened her and her comrades, but she cannot imagine ever manifesting the calm conviction with which Shathann looks up into the face of horror, uses her last breath to affirm the wholeness and worth of her child's life, and then... dies.
Shathann lurchs against the lever next to her, sending it flying back in the other direction. The cage shoots upward, and the King spins with a roar of rage and cracks the heavy stone tablet across Shathann's face.
Blood spatters the stone and Shathann falls silently backwards.
And Taash screams.
"TAMAAAAAAAA!"
(A/N: Taash's VA outdid themselves here. This shriek sent chills up my spine.)
It is an animal sound, full of rage and pain, one half the roar of a wounded dragon, one half the sound of a lost child crying out for its mother.
But there's no time. Helena can see the King's head lifting, his hand moving, ready to slam the cage back down and make it all for nothing.
"Taash - move!" she snaps.
Her voice seems to jolt Taash enough to get them to move a step backwards, out of the cage's reach. Their eyes are wide, stunned, and they look at Helena with numb fury.
"Tama..." they hiss, with another low growl that sends a spurt of flame from their mouth. "He... dies..."
"We're with you," Helena answers, drawing her blades.
