The Pyramid
Questions shall be answered. Sure... But there's also what should be done with the human. Can't leave her rotting ontop of the wyvern.
Yet all this time, he remained at ease, not deliberately wanting to stay rude, or come with demands, as such surely wasn't necessary. Instead he marvelled at the site. Until one familiar character approached towards them. "Angela.." The wolf uttered out almost disbelieving. In fact, he immediately took a few steps, until he could fold both arms around her, in an comforting embrace. "Your alive." Not overstaying he released her almost as quickly, keeping both paws attached on each of her shoulders. He still hadn't had the chance to tell her, that there's actually some feelings involved here, but there's been little chance to pursue those thoughts, as matters always seem conflicting, this was no different. She as well, (Angela) would soon find out the death of the human.
His attention pertained the floating orb, which surely had something more elaborate.
"You... say your one of the first guardians who's solemnly were to protect and alter any intrusions that might occur to the best of your abilities, yet I sincerely cannot fathom the meaning behind it all. Perhaps you'd like to elaborate what your saying.. And who or what was the other two guardians on this island... And if I may on a personal quest, may I ask whether you knew Valiant and this so called name which I'm supposed to find.." He reveals his sword, with the insignia of Whitefang enhanced onto it.
"He mentioned a graveyard in a perplex vision, yet I cannot remember ever seeing something of sorts, and not only that, if I would chant this name openly at this site, he or she would show."
Is it fate which has brought him here, not only that. He now also speaks for the female coyote.
"She as well have a relative who once lived on this island, land, and each of them have been decorated in an rather secretively pyramid out in the middle of desert, almost forgotten. All that I've gathered ever since we arrived, is that there are holy artifacts hidden throughout this land, one was this sword.. Yet there's also this hammer which has triggered one ruthless evil upon this island, who values little else than acquiring it, for what?" It sure seemed he had enough with questions, and if there's even a slight chance they'll get to know the history behind this, now's the time for doing so. Even if what they've originally had come here for, is still a distant solution.
Somewhere in Lynthior
The fields stretches far and wide from the ruins of Lynthal Castle, (or what's left of it), to the broken battered walls that once stood proudly as Lynthor's majestic pride. In the centre of all lies one certain tomb buried, with a certain gravestone picturing a certain sword formed like a cross. The name says Valiant Elderhorn III, perhaps said being a king, or of great importance considering the title.
In loving memory of Val and what he did for our country, you'll be sorely missed, sincerely Jennifer. It was mostly unreadable, but some of it was still intact as if enhanced by pure magic.
Beside the grave, a tall white scaled creature looking down upon the message written upon the cross. It's expression was filled with emotions, yet it didn't actually show, not in any traditional way. Who would understand the heartfelt moment. This was when things stirred quickly for the worst, so many fallen, the breathtaking yet dangerous outbreak at the center of this island creating an seemingless shockwave which literally pounded the very foundations into dust, thousands was killed. Valiant was never there to witness it all, as he fought for his life at the battle when alliance was shattered from an immortal foe, or so he thought.
When ordered he wouldn't hesitate. But all this time, until this day he felt that was a terrible judgement of his own character. For a fraction of time, even if it was a mere flight, a few minutes apart, it was at that moment the hammer crushed literally every bone there was in the red/brown wolf, (known as Valiant the third) had every piece of iron shattered in pieces. Those who valiantly tried to neglect the evil mind's wish of obsoleting one of the greatest defenders, met with countless of resistance, allowing the lethal blow to strike, as the hammer struck again.
Whitefang witnessed it all, as he had heard his masters mind calling for his aid, but no matter how much speed, it wasn't enough, as he cried out in a staggering roar feeling every bone of his master being crushed. Impaling the evil several leagues backward, only to have it rise up again, smearing with a pleasing smile.
He remembered Jennifer approaching on her majestic horse, taken immediate effect, abandoning the fight so that they could offer Valiant a final moment of peace. Yet he died before he was even allowed for such courtesy. The rage of Whitefang, only soothed down by Jennifer's voice, as if there was one other person he kept close to heart, it was the female coyote. The battle raged on, however morale ensued the loss of several allies. Other dragons had already by this time fought to the bitter end, yet this immense foe had been to much. The rest or so what many had believed died during the volcano's final burst, as all this time during the fight between evil and allies, the rumbling earth, was creating eclipses of holes that sent dozens or even hundreds of men, or woman falling into the bottomless pit. Lava came down from all sides, and a dark smoke of ashes covered the sky, making the journey back to Lynthal castle a hazardous nightmare, yet it was her wish to at least allow Valiant a decent burial, even if the end is near for Lynthior.
They landed on this exact spot where the white dragon quickly made use of his claws, digging a hole which they would lower the body of Valiant down. As furious he was, she always kept reminding him that this is our way of remembering what once happened here.
The cross wasn't anything special, just picked from various wooden objects lying scattered around. People, those who had made it out from their houses, buildings had gathered around. They were praying for hope, but there was none. The dark skies sent down hot coal boulders in medium sized rock sizes. Jennifer and Whitefang hadn't even the chance to mourn, as he took the woman with him, without even a considered thought and tried to fly her to safety.
Sure he had to abandon everyone else to their fate, but what could he have done, he wasn't going to be able carrying them all, and there was literally one more he cared for. Yet even that went downhill, as he remembered blackening out literally. He could remember hearing her screaming, but the boulder sized rock which the volcano had thrown out, knocked him out cold, tumbling him down. He wasn't sure why he was left to live on, while both Valiant and Jennifer died upon that day, and all he's ever felt from this day forth is blame for simply following a order.
A tear cast down his cheek, as he remained subtle looking over this grave. He hadn't had the strength killing himself, instead he's been trying to remain as far away from civilized people until just recently. Some would probably think he escaped the latter, never to come back, fighting for those who valiantly did so, including Scarloc's parents. He knew them very well, but they've always considered him different, due to his unique features that only so often emerged when together with Valiant and the sword that was created for a singular purpose.