Part 2
Four years later…
It was a warm summer day. The sky was overcast, but that didn’t dampen the spirits of two
certain young dragons.
“You can’t catch me, you can’t catch me!” taunted the green dragoness. She and her older
brother were playing a game of tag, and he was it.
“Oh yes I can!” replied the blue dragon as he chased after his sister. He sped up, and when
he came within range, he tackled her.
“Hey! No fair! You’re not supposed to catch up with me!” Emmy complained loudly.
“We’re playing tag, remember? Of course I’m supposed to catch up with you!” replied Istar.
“Istar! Emmy! Time to come in!” Alana called from the edge of the cave.
“But Mommyyyy!” whined Emmy as she walked up to her mother. “I wanna play some more!”
“Come now, Emmy, no more playing right now. It’s time for your nap,” said Alana soothingly.
“But I’m too old for naps! And I’m not even tired!” whined Emmy.
“No ‘buts’, hon. You have to take your nap. Come on, now,” said Alana as she nudged her
daughter towards her nest.
“Fine,” sighed Emmy as she laid down in her nest. She soon fell asleep, and Alana looked at
Istar.
“How about you and I go for a quick walk while Emmy’s sleeping? We haven’t spent any time
alone together for a while,” Alana asked her son.
“But what if Emmy wakes up while we’re gone?” asked Istar.
“I’m sure she won’t. Even though she wouldn’t admit it, your game of tag tired her out,”
replied Alana.
“Oh. Okay, then, let’s go! Come on!” said Istar excitedly as he ran out of the cave. Alana
chuckled as she followed her rambunctious son.
“Don’t go too far, hon. Stay where I can see you,” Alana called to Istar.
“Don’t worry, I won’t go too far!” Istar called back. Alana smiled at him.
He’s such a good child, she thought to herself. Just then, she began to sense a dark
presence nearby. Oh, no. A feeling of dread surged through her body.
“Istar, come back, hon!” she called to Istar, trying to conceal her franticness. Istar turned to
look at his mother, then ran back to her.
“What’s wrong, mom? Why’d you make me come back?” asked Istar curiously.
“We need to get home. Now,” she replied to her son.
“Why? We just left!” asked Istar.
“You can ask questions later, but right now, we have to get home as quickly as possible,”
replied Alana, still trying to keep the franticness out of her voice. Just as they were about to
head back to the cave, a big black dragon landed right in front of them.
“Well, if it isn’t Alana. Long time no see, hmm?” said the mysterious black dragon, looking
straight at Alana.
“Cathal! What are you doing here?” asked Alana angrily.
“Oh, I was just passing by and I thought I’d drop by and say hello to an old friend,” said
Cathal, grinning evilly.
“We were never friends,” replied Alana coldly. Istar looked up at his mother.
“Mom, who is that guy?” he asked. Cathal looked down at the young dragon.
“Oh, is this your son? He looks just like his father.” Cathal grinned evilly once more. The
mention of Cian hit Alana hard.
“Istar, I want you to go home as fast as you can. I’ll meet you there as soon as I can,” Alana
told her son.
“I don’t think so,” said Cathal, and he shot a blast of bright green flames at Alana, which she
blocked with her wing.
“Istar, go. NOW!!!” Alana yelled to Istar, but he was frozen with fear. “ISTAR!!!” Just then,
Cathal shot a beam of life-sapping energy at Alana, hitting her straight in the chest. She
barely had time to gasp before she crumpled to the ground.
“Mom, NO!!!” shouted Istar, tears forming in his eyes. He ran to her side and started
shaking her. “Mom, get up! You have to get up! You have to…” But he realized it was too
late. She was gone. He began to sob quietly to himself. Cathal started walking towards him.
“And now for you,” he said. Istar looked up at him, terrified. As he met Cathal’s gaze,
Cathal’s eyes glowed red.
“You are mine!” said Cathal. Istar began to writhe in agony.
“Augh!” exclaimed Istar. He was being corrupted; he could feel the dark energy surging
through him.
“Don’t bother trying to fight it, because in the end, you will give in to my power. You will be
corrupted, and I will mold you into a warrior to be remembered throughout the ages!” said
Cathal.
No, I can’t let him corrupt me! I won’t become evil like him! thought Istar as he fought back
with all his strength, and finally managed to break free of the corruption.
“No! You will be mine!” yelled Cathal angrily, but Istar had already taken off towards the
cave. “Urg! That little brat! How can he be so strong as to break free of my corruption?”
Cathal then grinned evilly.
“Nevertheless, you will be mine. I will find you, and when I do, you’ll wish you were never
born!” said Cathal maliciously, and he flew off.
When Istar reached the cave, he was panting heavily.
“Emmy, wake up,” he said to his sister as he shook her.
“H-huh? What? Why’d you wake me up?” she asked groggily.
“We have to leave. Now,” he replied.
“Why?” she asked, and she looked around. “Where’s Mommy?” With that, tears formed in
Istar’s eyes again, and it wasn’t long before he was crying once again.
“She’s gone, Emmy, and she’s never coming back! She’s dead!” sobbed Istar.
“D-dead…? Gone forever?” replied Emmy, and she, too, began to sob.
“Come on, Emmy, we have to get going. I’ll tell you the whole story while we’re walking,”
said Istar. Emmy got up and followed Istar out of the cave. They were now refugees, living
on their own, searching for a new place they could call home.
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