Dragon Aster Trilogy

by S. J. Wist

  “Erebus died in the Sylvan City, and Damek set out to find your soul. Gei beat him to it. When you and Kira were killed by Vanir, Gei quickly caught your soul again, and later set it in Serena. Damek abandoned his Eminor, and was reborn with you.

  “Your mother didn’t even know you existed, until Nafury found his Eminor during his Trial of Somn and saw you. I think that’s what killed Serena in grief; learning she had a daughter that she didn’t even know about, and then Simera never returning after he went to Earth to retrieve you.”

  Sybl went quiet for a while. “What happened to Simera?”

  “I honestly don’t know. But there are only two things that can happen to a dragon on Earth.”

  “Which are?”

  “Be destroyed by the Sentry, or be captured by the humans.”

  “What do you think happened?”

  “Simera was no pushover. Only so many Sentry would have attacked him before giving up. If I had to bet on it, I’d say he tripped over too many humans.”

  Sybl took in a deep breath of air, as too many thoughts and emotions overtook her mind at once. “So what do I do?”

  “I’d start by trying to figure out how to contain a small sun, and go from there.”

  Sybl sighed at that.

  17: PIGEON

  “Not bad for a dumb pigeon,” a teenage phelan somnus laughed with two of his friends. Sybl stopped down the hall that led to Gwa’s workshop, trying to get a fix on what was going on.

  Something was thrown to the ground with a crunch from within. Sybl looked into the room to find Gwa and Loki. They were cornered by three teenage phelan somnus of Helios’ Pack. On the floor before them looked to be a broken panel. When the leader of the group grabbed Gwa by the cuff of his shirt, she stepped in and grabbed the phelan by his other arm.

  “Hey! Just what do you think you’re doin—?” the leader of the group shouted and spun around at her touch, striking her in the nose. He turned red in embarrassment on realizing it was the Caelestis.

  “Ow! You creep!” She retaliated by punching him in the face, and it sent him scattering back and finally falling to his butt.

  Loki jumped in then, and swung his fist at the first phelan somnus who tried to help the other, landing it across his jaw. The somnus retreated at that.

  Sybl looked then at Gwa who looked frozen in shock. “You alright?”

  “Nice right hook.”

  “Clearly they never studied high school 101.” She started picking up the pieces to his broken panel.

  “Just for the record, I consider you my hero,” Gwa said as he took the broken pieces from her hands.

  “What are you both doing?” Sybl asked.

  “Oh, nothing really. Just building a device to take over the world. Loki has a useful talent of turning my sketches into a reality.”

  “You have interesting Tech,” Loki spoke on having calmed down, and looked at the old computer on the worktable.

  Sybl looked at the screen of it too. “How do you have electricity—let alone a computer?”

  “It just takes combining aeri and estus energy to make it. The trick is keeping it contained, as it does make for a nasty explosion,” Gwa explained. “The computer is a long story.”

  Sybl looked to the wall to see that it wasn’t a bomb or the sorts that they were building, but what looked like metal wings. “What are those?”

  Gwa went to them and picked them up. It was wing armor. He held it before him like an oversized shield, with his eyes peering over it as if braced for an incoming battle.

  Loki was not impressed.

  “Okay, so it’s more for my wings,” Gwa said, standing back up straight. “But we did get it to fold rather nicely. I’ve been trying to make it do that for months.” Gwa folded the armor like a giant accordion then to demonstrate.

  Loki picked up a sheet of metal from the worktable and melted it with his fire in his hands to show off.

  Sybl crossed her arms at the metal figure of what she could only guess was her. “I can see why that Pack was angry—you guys are dangerous.”

  “Loki, what the hell? She’s skinnier than that.”

  Loki looked at the statue, then at Sybl, then back at the statue. “It’s in perfect proportions.”

  “Dumbass,” Gwa grumbled. “It’s not what you think it should look like, but what she does.”

  Loki blinked, and then hastily made the statue a bit skinnier.

  Sybl only shook her head in futility. “If you guys start building a bomb or anything, do give me the heads up so I can evacuate, okay?”

  Loki melted the statue and formed a metal crown of it. Then he set it on her head with a smile. “As you wish, Princess.”

  “Well, that won’t do for a birthday present.” Gwa went to a shelf and pulled out what looked like a stuffed toy. “You need something softer, or Kenshe will be bald before he loses his baby fluff. For your belated birthday present, I give you my somn.”

  Sybl lifted an eyebrow at the stuffed white owl he handed her. “Seriously? Do I look like I’m four?”

  “I’ve been trying to find his somn since I came down here. He’s rather good at hiding it,” Loki added.

  Sybl stretched the wings of the stuffed owl, just in case. “I see that. Well, wouldn’t his somn be like a birdcat walking around here?”

  “That’s the thing; their somns don’t look like what they change into,” Loki replied.

  “What do they look like then?”

  “It’s like a wispy, spirity thing.”

  “Oh that tells me a lot,” Sybl replied.

  Gwa tried to keep his giggles quiet as he listened to them debate over him. “Ah that’s right. The all-powerful, and incredibly beautiful Caelestis is not familiar with the griffin species. We came after the Last War.”

  Sybl sat down on a high stool, resting one arm on his workbench. “Enlighten me.”

  “I’m telling you, it’s right there in your hand,” Gwa insisted.

  Sybl sighed. “Okay…”

  Then the stuffed animal moved its wings, and startled her right off of the stool.

  Loki caught her before she could collide with the ground, shaking with an equal fright while trying to console her.

  “I’m so sorry!” Gwa panicked, and came running to her rescue. “I thought you would have sensed it in there.”

  Sybl wanted to kill him at first, before giving into laughter when the spirit left the stuffed animal it had possessed. But it wasn’t an owl or even a bird, as the wispy creature flew before her like a ribbon of wind. She reached out to try and physically touch it, but her energy had no effect of making the spirit solid.

  Gwa double checked to make sure she was unhurt, then watched as she tried to catch his somn in her hands.

  “That is so weird,” Sybl said.

  “It sucks,” Gwa said as he picked up his own somn and set it afloat over his worktable. “But I have achieved the impossible by frightening the Caelestis with a stuffed toy. I should have totally dropped some bets around for that one.”

  “Oh spare me,” Sybl replied, straightening out her dress.

  Gwa sat down across from her when she sat back in the stool she had been moments before, and studied the piece of himself with her. “Can it be fixed?”

  “You’re not broken, Gwa,” Sybl insisted.

  Loki tried to poke at his somn as if it were.

  “As long as my somn is the size of a spirit snack, I’d like to think something is wrong with me. And that tickles, stop it.”

  Loki brought his hands back to himself at that.

  “Do all griffin somns look like this?” Sybl asked.

  “Yes, but those from the Falls have bigger ones.”

  “Why’s that?” Loki asked.

  “I think it’s because they can recreate the radiation that exists on Earth. All chimeras are essentially from Earth, and the bird-like ones even more so. Theory there being we’re still dinosaurs in the chain of evolution, and that doesn’t change just because
we’re on Aster. Well, that’s the argument, anyway.”

  Loki looked around the workshop, until coming to a stop by his thoughts. “What is a dinosaur?”

  Sybl caught Gwa’s hands, then shook her head to stop there.

  “Sybl…” Loki whined on being robbed a story. “Fine. So what’s your story, Gwa? You just a random griffin to come across this place?”

  “Avian, who goes by Exoir now, is my grandfather,” Gwa said, as he started to reassemble his broken panel with some spare parts, and those that weren’t shattered.

  “Seriously?” Loki asked in disbelief. Then he looked at Sybl to further explain. “Exoir is the leader of the Falls.”

  “My father, Mersael, is the one currently occupying the Atrum with the Fall’s forces. He is his only son as well. From what I know, Exoir wasn’t able to have children of his own, so he used science and Tech to create Mersael. Something like cloning.”

  “Wow,” Sybl replied in disbelief.

  “You don’t have to worry about what side I’m on,” Gwa said to ease their concerns. “That was settled when my father tried to shoot down my own mother, while she still carried me.”

  “Are there no Laws that your race follows?” Loki asked, brought out of the shock of Gwa’s revelation with disgust.

  “In the Falls,” Gwa said as he continued to fix the panel, “power is everything. Your status is worth more than gold, and sometimes even more than your own family. When my human mother got pregnant, the Fall’s Elders questioned Mersael’s right to be next in line to rule after Exoir. My father chose to eliminate the threat to it. Jru was by miracle alone near the Gate my mom escaped the Falls from, taking a bullet that nearly killed him to save her. His heart had stopped for five minutes before her skills brought him back. No aeri or Sano.”

  Loki and Sybl looked briefly at each other.

  “You must go a long way back with Kas then,” Sybl added.

  “Yea, you can say that. Kas was an angry kid slapping the bottle out of my mouth before I could crawl,” Gwa said with a short smile.

  “Kas? An angry kid? Are we talking about the same Kas here?” Sybl asked.

  “Clearly you have never seen him on one of his bad days. Though I don’t think even he is brave enough to take you on with a tantrum.” Gwa finished fixing the panel, and turned the thin screen on. “I’ve fixed so many of these that I’m starting to think that I could do it blind.” He flipped it around for Sybl to see.

  On it, was a really bad stick-figure sketch of Kas.

  “Shh, don’t tell him I still have this. He really hates Tech. Especially ones with pictures of him as a brat.”

  Sybl laughed and Gwa smiled. He turned the panel off and then hid it in a drawer. “Oh, I plan on getting you back for scaring me like that.” She picked up the stuffed owl and shook it at him as a warning. “Until I figure out how to take over the whole world or you both figure out how to for me, I’m taking Fluffy here as my hostage.”

  Gwa laughed and lifted his hand to her, for her to do as she would with it. “Happy belated birthday, Sybl. Hey Loki, wait,” he called after him as he left with Sybl.

  “I’ll be back. I’m just taking Sybl to her room. Last thing we need is Helios’ renegades jumping her when she’s alone.”

  “I can totally handle myself,” Sybl said, as she hugged more confidence from the stuffed toy. “For I am with Fluffy, who was created in perfection to reign in godliness.”

  “I didn’t sound THAT bad,” Gwa retorted.

  Loki only shook his head, not wanting to add his own thoughts to the topic.

  18: PURPOSE

  “That has to be the longest I ever saw you look at a bottle without drinking it,” Urio said, as he stepped off the last step and onto the cold, stone floor of the cellar.

  Hain looked up from the floor he sat on, with no bottle in hand. “I saw my kid again.”

  “It wouldn’t kill you to look at him more often.”

  “In his Sylvan form.”

  Urio went for the bottle Hain eyed on the rack, and decided to open it for himself.

  “I haven’t seen his soul since he was five...when I told him that his mother didn’t give a damn about him. He looks like an eight year old, when he’s a month younger than Gwa.”

  “And you’re all upset cause the human Caelestis is responsible for curing him? Well, you suck at sulking.”

  “I just hate not being able to see anything of the future. I mean it was fine when Asil was Asil—but now?” Hain said.

  “So you want that girl to sprout wings and save the world, with an energy it hasn’t seen for three hundred years. Curse that Black Death for having taken our Serena in the first place.”

  “You’re the dumbass who didn’t marry her, or at least read up on it.”

  “Who are you calling a dumbass, dark angel? No, you instead get the brilliant idea to fall in love with a daoran instead!”

  Hain sighed.

  “This is all your fault. We could have died with honor, as Pack should, defending our female. But no, you just had to drag us back here from Hell, to spend the rest of our miserable lives dodging the limbo of the Aeger. If you ever die, I hope Serena spends every given moment plucking you like a duck for the roaster.”

  Hain laughed, as he didn’t like the idea of such. “If it makes you happy, you can rest better knowing that I do age.” He pulled out one of his feathers from his back to show Urio as proof. “Eventually the energy gives out, and Awls turn into a poof of dust. Only on Earth we are to some degree immortal.”

  “What’s the angle?” Urio asked curiously, taking the feather from Hain. He liked collecting them for his writing quills.

  “Hino. He decides which of us glow on, and which of us go out.”

  “And you’re reincarnated, right?”

  “Nope.” Hain groaned as he used the wall to help himself back to his feet. Then he took the bottle from Urio and had a long sip. “Once it’s over, it’s over.” He looked down the hall as a phelan Custos called out a warning to him that he would soon be dragged out of the Sanctus. He picked out a few of his favorite bottles, before giving them to Urio for safe keeping. “Don’t break any. I want to be able to drink them later.”

  “Where will you go?”

  “Since I’ll never have the excuse of turning into a fat old dog like you, I have no choice but to just keep doing stupid things.”

  “Come back alive.”

  “You just make sure you get out of here before Hell hits the fan.” Hain walked past him and upstairs at that.

  “Hain, wait,” Urio called after him.

  Hain turned on the stairs and looked back at him. “What?”

  “Have you ever thought to write a will?”

  “A what? Come on, you know I can’t read and write—”

  “Then I’ll write it for you, you just have to sign it.”

  “You’re talking as if I’m already dead. It’s not like I have anything important to be fought over.”

  “Your son.”

  Hain sighed, as he forgot that Kenshe could be put on a piece of paper, too.

  19: BEDTIME STORY

  Loki looked around Sybl’s room, not in the mood to take any more chances with the phelan. “I didn’t know it was customary for humans to give others a gift on their birthday—when they aren’t family or a Bond?”

  “What’s wrong with doing that?” Sybl asked, and sat down on her bed.

  “Well, if you were my Bond for starters, I’d be rather mad and jealous of that griffin giving you a toy. Especially as you aren’t a child.”

  Sybl laughed. “You don’t have to give me something to compete, Loki. It’s just an Earth thing.”

  “Well, I respect Earth’s differences. Particularly their women.”

  Sybl pulled on the toy owl’s wings. “What was my mother like?”

  Loki looked at her, surprised by her question. “She was just like you. A bit more fragile and gentle, and she didn’t like fighting at all. Simera wou
ld curl up into a defensive ball when she found a wound on him. It was the only time he would appear weak. She was hard to get angry, but then nothing could save you when she did.”