Celeste makes an appearance once again and comes to the rescue, saving me from writer’s block!
Celeste ran as fast as her aching legs could carry her, the forest a green blur streaking past. Branches whipped across her arms, her skin slick with blood and sweat. She tripped on a root and fell hard against the ground. The skin of her palms bled and her ankle throbbed, but she barely felt any of it.
She gritted her teeth as tears ran down her cheeks.
Dead, all dead. The thought repeated itself over and over; banging like a bell inside her head. She clutched her fists, barely able to see through her tears and white hair that had fallen into her face. She wanted to sob, but now was not the time.
Her head snapped up as a shadow passed overhead. A chance!
Celeste rose to her feet, still bleeding. She followed the moving shadow even if it meant her death. Revenge would be worth it. The face of her mother, dead on the ground, was burned vividly into her mind.
The forest abruptly ended and she found herself on open ground. Her eyes—on the sky—were blinded by the harsh sunlight. She looked away just in time to see the large dark shape in front of her.
She stumbled onto the moist grass directly in front of it. Looking up, her face burned with rage.
“Dragon,” she snarled.
It was one of the largest she has ever seen, its body stretched across the field. Its scales were a mix of black and dark crimson with a streak of bright red down its spine. She grinned at the sight of the gashes across its body and left eye, knowing it was the work of her clan. At least they hadn’t died without a fight.
Neither would she.
She tried to rise, but a violent gust of wind pushed her back down. The ground trembled as another dragon landed behind her.
It was a black dragon and much smaller than the other. It too was injured, but less severely.
The black dragon laughed at her, displaying his blood strained, sharp teeth.
“The last one, Zander. You have the honor of finally ending this miserable war.”
There was nothing she could do. She didn’t even have the strength to transform. All the anger in the world wasn’t enough to avenge her family. She still refused to look away from the larger dragon`s eyes boring into her gaze.
“The last one.” Its voice was deep and powerful. “Has it really come down to this?”
“What are you muttering about?” The black dragon’s voice pitched high with annoyance.
Sweat ran down Celeste’s temple, but she continued to meet Zander’s stare. If she was going to die, she would at least die with dignity.
He smirked at her.
Furious, Celeste reached for the last once of her strength to wipe the smirk off its face, but before she could move, Zander moved first. It unfurled its wings and Celeste shut her eyes against the gust of wind as it took to the air. It was a brief flight and it landed between her and the other dragon.
“Traitor! What are you doing!!” the black dragon roared.
“It’s over, Nox.. Whether she lives or dies, it’s over.”
“It’s not over till they’re all dead! Don’t you want revenge for our kin? Revenge for our families?”
“It won’t bring them back.”
“Get out of my way!!”
The black dragon dove around the Zander. Celeste dashed for the nearest tree, but had gone only a few feet when a deafening roar stopped her. The sound was like honey to her ears –the sound of a dragon in pain.
Spinning around, she watched Zander on top of the black dragon, clawing and biting its neck. Breaking apart its scales, it inhaled deeply and let out its flame against the exposed flesh of its own kind. The black dragon died cursing Zander’s name. When it was over, Zander collapsed too, and its body melted away, leaving in its place the tattered body of a human.
Celeste found her feet taking her closer to him. In his human shape, blood spilled freely from his wounds, sluggishly soaking his knees. It was her chance!
With a burst of energy, she grabbed a large rock from the ground and raised it high. Before she could bring it down on his head, he turned his ruined face to her.
She froze, rock held high.
He smirked at her again.
“What’s the matter?” he asked. “I’m powerless. Exact your revenge as you see fit. That’s what Nox was about to do to you. It’s fitting.”
Even in the body of a weak human, close to death, he had a deep, powerful voice. His dark hair was damp with blood and his bare chest was striped with gashes from both friend and foe.
Celeste dropped the rock.
Her entire body trembled with fury, her nails digging into her palms until they bled.
“You think you get to decide how this will end? …How dare you!”
In an outburst of rage, she found the strength to transform. Her tall, blond human form was replaced with that of a majestic unicorn.
The dragon made no move as Celeste snorted in anger in his face. She could kill him with the slight flick of her horn, or kick him around until his every bone broke and all her frustration, rage and grief were extinguished.
His body remained stock still, accepting death without as much as a shiver. Celeste neighed loudly and reared up on her hind legs. Still, Zander did not move.
“I don’t understand!!” she screamed in his mind. “Why! Why did you kill your brother?! Wouldn’t it been easier to kill me?! I am the last! My clan was the last! If you wanted it to be over, why not just kill me?!”
She bucked and kicked and circled around him, kicking up clumps of earth and grass until she had spent all her energies and collapsed onto the ground, back in her human form. Her shoulders heaved with each breath she took.
“The last thing I wanted,” she cried, her voice muffled against the earth. “…was to be spared by the likes of you.”
There was stillness in the air, the silence only broken by her stifled sobs.
She felt a hand on her head and she stopped crying at once. Celeste froze. She couldn’t even breathe. What was this?
The dragon gave a heavy sigh. “I deserve to die. I killed the last of my family to preserve the last real beauty of this ugly world. I will be waiting for you to finish this. Till then…”
She watched him walk away, unable to grasp the conflicted emotions raging inside. It was only until he was almost gone from her sight that she realized the millennium war was over and no side had won.
Celeste felt empty. A passing breeze felt as cold as the arctic wind..
By a power greater than her own pride, the last unicorn found herself following the last dragon.