Million Parts, Part 4
Sorry this took a while to get the inspiration i needed.
The humans had long since moved on to more important battles before the first of the rebirths took place. Days passed, and the fields were still littered with dead men and giant dragons. One of the dragon carcasses hissed and bubbled; it slowly turned into a large black gelatinous mass and melted away. As this was happening a man burst and waded out of the goo. He shook himself off and looked down at his hands, and then around the battle field. He was an elderly looking man, with a bushy white beard and mane of graying hair down to his shoulders. He coughed and hacked clearing his lungs of the same dark mess.
After getting his balance again the elder man took a deep breath and exhaled. Symbols and glyphs flared into existence around him. His skin ignited in dark red flame and from those flames he was covered in a full set of armor. It was shiny and gray except for red runes engraved around and across here and there. Again he stretched and yawned. “The others should be reborn soon but I do not feel like waiting“. He reached up into the air and drew a set of runes; they flared and shot one by one into each of the dead dragons. They all went though the same melting process and from each a new man came forth.
When they had all gathered near the old man one pointed out a scout in the distance. They all quickly cast a spell and drew cloaks over there bodies except for the old man in the armor and on other. The scout trotted up with a questioning look on his face. One officer and several men in cloaks and on completely naked stood before him.
“What is the meaning of this?” the scout looked in the hurry but before he could say one more thing the lone naked man stepped forward. The irises in his eyes were a startling florescent blue of arcs of lightning. He snarled and hissed and put both of his hands out in front of him. The hair on the old mans neck stood on end, he shouted “STOP!” but the younger man could not hear him over the cracking of electricity. A bright blue ball appeared in front of him and shot into the scouts back while he was attempting to flee the seen. The scout’s body, the horse and the surrounding area lit up in a blaze of bolts of lighting. They reached up there blue fingers into the air and the ground. A half a second later nothing was left of the scout but a smoking crater.
“You idiot...” the old man said. But he was not mad, he was disappointed. He watched the younger man grab is stomach in pain and fall over. His form changed from a human into a wolf. The old man continued to talk.
“Our bodies are not able to retain the power they once had. Overexerting yourself will cause us to lose our ability to keep even this puny form. As Galvanos has demonstrated … He’s a mutt until he can regain his ”
The wolf looked back up at him with both despair and contempt. The old man shook his head, “you always were an Idiot” the old man turned back to the others. “These bodies are not totally useless. They have much more dexterity and casting abilities are far grater however we no longer can cast such large and powerful spells.”
“Will we be able to return to our original forms in this place” one of the men asked.
“no” the old man said. “Our forms are dependent on the life around us, until we meet another dragon we will no longer be able to change back to our natural form”. They were all silent for a while. On there home world they would have at least reverted back to a dragon whelp… not a fragile human. “This is disgraceful” the old man said. “From here on we focus on getting back to Borden.
The wolf stood up and looked at all the other men. Thoughts echoed through there heads “I say we finish the contract and leave. The sooner the better” The wolf had uncanny blue eyes that had a look of lightning frozen in time. And his fur coat was shades of gray like dark clouds boiling over each other. The others considered this a while.
The old man finally said “Its not our style to resort to anything but open warfare, And there numbers are far too many. I still say we get our bodies back first.” The others agreed and the group walked away from the battlefield in the direction of Borden.
Meanwhile another man crawled out of one of the piles of goo left by the giant body of a dragon. He coughed and hacked and stopped to rest. His armor was crushed and falling off. The elder dragons words echoed in his head “IF HE HAD ONLY TAKEN OUR OFFER HE WOULD NOT HAVE DIED. If I brought him back, would you still have dispute with us mortal?” He wondered why he was brought back from the dead. Bastion rolled over and tried to get up. It was an intense struggle, His body was decayed, his joints hardly moved, His muscles or what was left of them had no power to give. He didn’t understand what happened or why he was back. But one thing was clear, he hated it beyond measure. The only thing he was thankful of was the fact that he could not feel anything. But even that was a curse, the wind, the air filling his lungs, the ground. It made him very dizzy to not be able to feel the ground or gravity. And it took him a while to get his balance.
After getting up he took off his armor and set it on the ground. He got some blood from nearby bodies and used it to complete the rune on the inside of each piece. The armor burned bright red and returned to its original shape. He put the armor back on. It was no longer protected by the broken runes on the armor its self. But at least it was some protection. Bastion stopped and thought why? I am still dead, what good is this? He staggered and left the area in search of some visage of home. He thought about eating and he was surprised that he felt hunger. But what to eat he thought… He remembered stories of un-dead eating brains… but he felt more like venison as he staggered off the battlefield and into the woods.
The humans had long since moved on to more important battles before the first of the rebirths took place. Days passed, and the fields were still littered with dead men and giant dragons. One of the dragon carcasses hissed and bubbled; it slowly turned into a large black gelatinous mass and melted away. As this was happening a man burst and waded out of the goo. He shook himself off and looked down at his hands, and then around the battle field. He was an elderly looking man, with a bushy white beard and mane of graying hair down to his shoulders. He coughed and hacked clearing his lungs of the same dark mess.
After getting his balance again the elder man took a deep breath and exhaled. Symbols and glyphs flared into existence around him. His skin ignited in dark red flame and from those flames he was covered in a full set of armor. It was shiny and gray except for red runes engraved around and across here and there. Again he stretched and yawned. “The others should be reborn soon but I do not feel like waiting“. He reached up into the air and drew a set of runes; they flared and shot one by one into each of the dead dragons. They all went though the same melting process and from each a new man came forth.
When they had all gathered near the old man one pointed out a scout in the distance. They all quickly cast a spell and drew cloaks over there bodies except for the old man in the armor and on other. The scout trotted up with a questioning look on his face. One officer and several men in cloaks and on completely naked stood before him.
“What is the meaning of this?” the scout looked in the hurry but before he could say one more thing the lone naked man stepped forward. The irises in his eyes were a startling florescent blue of arcs of lightning. He snarled and hissed and put both of his hands out in front of him. The hair on the old mans neck stood on end, he shouted “STOP!” but the younger man could not hear him over the cracking of electricity. A bright blue ball appeared in front of him and shot into the scouts back while he was attempting to flee the seen. The scout’s body, the horse and the surrounding area lit up in a blaze of bolts of lighting. They reached up there blue fingers into the air and the ground. A half a second later nothing was left of the scout but a smoking crater.
“You idiot...” the old man said. But he was not mad, he was disappointed. He watched the younger man grab is stomach in pain and fall over. His form changed from a human into a wolf. The old man continued to talk.
“Our bodies are not able to retain the power they once had. Overexerting yourself will cause us to lose our ability to keep even this puny form. As Galvanos has demonstrated … He’s a mutt until he can regain his ”
The wolf looked back up at him with both despair and contempt. The old man shook his head, “you always were an Idiot” the old man turned back to the others. “These bodies are not totally useless. They have much more dexterity and casting abilities are far grater however we no longer can cast such large and powerful spells.”
“Will we be able to return to our original forms in this place” one of the men asked.
“no” the old man said. “Our forms are dependent on the life around us, until we meet another dragon we will no longer be able to change back to our natural form”. They were all silent for a while. On there home world they would have at least reverted back to a dragon whelp… not a fragile human. “This is disgraceful” the old man said. “From here on we focus on getting back to Borden.
The wolf stood up and looked at all the other men. Thoughts echoed through there heads “I say we finish the contract and leave. The sooner the better” The wolf had uncanny blue eyes that had a look of lightning frozen in time. And his fur coat was shades of gray like dark clouds boiling over each other. The others considered this a while.
The old man finally said “Its not our style to resort to anything but open warfare, And there numbers are far too many. I still say we get our bodies back first.” The others agreed and the group walked away from the battlefield in the direction of Borden.
Meanwhile another man crawled out of one of the piles of goo left by the giant body of a dragon. He coughed and hacked and stopped to rest. His armor was crushed and falling off. The elder dragons words echoed in his head “IF HE HAD ONLY TAKEN OUR OFFER HE WOULD NOT HAVE DIED. If I brought him back, would you still have dispute with us mortal?” He wondered why he was brought back from the dead. Bastion rolled over and tried to get up. It was an intense struggle, His body was decayed, his joints hardly moved, His muscles or what was left of them had no power to give. He didn’t understand what happened or why he was back. But one thing was clear, he hated it beyond measure. The only thing he was thankful of was the fact that he could not feel anything. But even that was a curse, the wind, the air filling his lungs, the ground. It made him very dizzy to not be able to feel the ground or gravity. And it took him a while to get his balance.
After getting up he took off his armor and set it on the ground. He got some blood from nearby bodies and used it to complete the rune on the inside of each piece. The armor burned bright red and returned to its original shape. He put the armor back on. It was no longer protected by the broken runes on the armor its self. But at least it was some protection. Bastion stopped and thought why? I am still dead, what good is this? He staggered and left the area in search of some visage of home. He thought about eating and he was surprised that he felt hunger. But what to eat he thought… He remembered stories of un-dead eating brains… but he felt more like venison as he staggered off the battlefield and into the woods.