Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2003 18:03:28 +1300
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: White Dragon part 3

					WHITE DRAGON

					Part Three

					By Arthur.



HONOUR BESTOWED.



Though still dazed from the blast of the Black Dragons aura, Bragill was
still alert enough to watch as the hard grey granite of the mountains
rushed unhindered towards them. Gallands mighty body plummeted earthward,
his right wing useless as he tumbled out of control.

Bragill felt the writhing of the transluscent scales against his naked
thighs at the same time his head was filled with the silent laughter of
Galland. The ground was now close enough for Bragill to make out individual
rocks as Gallands thoughts burst into his head.

"Well my Brae, do you think that this fall has fooled our enemies."

Bragill felt Gallands mighty wings begin to beat as his Dragon soul twisted
to the left and with a final swooping motion flashed across the surface of
the mountains side then turned again towards where the other Dragons were
fighting so high above them.

"It was a ruse?"

"Of course my Brae, you don't think that a few paltry Blacks can get the
better of us do you?"

"But why?"

"That blast of Aura was from three of them, they joined together and while
it did not worry me I knew it would not yet be time for you to be able to
face a full blast from them so it seemed a good idea to try to fool them
into thinking we were done for."

"What now?"

"Now we go back and finish them, the Bronzes are puting up a good fight but
they are out numbered and have lost three souls already. This attack should
surprise them and break them up. If they do not flee then we will finish
them for good."

"What do you want me to do?"

The pair had been rising at a fast rate and now before them they could see
the whirling and swooping of the other Dragons as they fought out their
battle of the skies. The Bronzes had maintained their advantage of height
but the numbers were begining to take their toll on the valiant fight of
the followers of "The Way"

"Brae, do you see the three Black Dragons sitting off to the side?"

"Yes."

"The larger one in the center is directing the attack. I will take him if
you can set about the other two with the Claw. Once they are vanquished the
others will run."

"As you wish, my Soul."

"I know it is a sad thing to take the life of others, my Brae, but this
must be done. The Blacks can never be bought back into our ways once they
have gone to the Wizard of Gestan."

The pair were now closing rapidly from below on the unsuspecting three
above them. The bellies of the Black Dragons were an open target as Bragil
lifted his arm and pointed at the Dragon on the left of the leader. The
bright white light seared into the belly of the Dragon, sending him and his
rider quickly tumbling towards the earth far below.

Gallands bright blue Aura surrounded the largest of the Black Dragons as
Bragil turned his attention onto the right hand Dragon. The air around the
fighting space was alive with pulsing vibrations as Dragon fought Dragon in
a whirling and twisting dance of death.

Although they were far above the earth, Bragill thought it looked like a
fight between starving wild dogs for a morsel of food on the scorched
plains.

'Yes, a fight of dogs, only high in the air' Bragil thought.

Without thought Bragil sent his shaft of white light towards the right
Dragon and as he watched the light strike the Dragon behind the neck he
felt a tear of compassion fall down his cheek at the waste of such mighty
souls.

"Cry not, my Brae, they are lost to the Wizard, it is 'The Way'."

With a shake of his head Bragill watched as the largest of the Black
Dragons began his tumble to earth in a final death plunge.  The surviving
Blacks broke from the fight with the Bronze Dragons and closed their great
wings to dive earthward in a frantic attempt to escape the awsome power of
the White Dragon and his strange rider.

Galland sent out a thought to the rest of the Bronzes to let the Blacks go
back to their Wizard to tell the tale and hopefully impress upon the Knight
of Gestan, the futility of again attacking the followers of 'The Way'

The six remaining Bronzes formed up around Galland and Bragill to continue
their escort to Belhadria.

"Mighty Goron, Great Praedor, it was a magnificent fight, we were honoured
to be by your side."

The thoughts of the Bronzes were clear in Bragill's mind as they once again
sought the heights to continue their broken journey. Galland sent out his
thoughts to those around him.

"Followers of 'The Way', the Praedor and myself thank you for your
courageous stand and we will see that you are honoured by the Golden One on
our return."

The six Bronzes broke from their formation and lifted above Galland and
Bragill to reform in the shake of a tight V and as one, swooped down to
pass in front of the two and as they passed by they broke again and formed
up just below Galland in a straight line.

"Galland, why do they fly so?"

"It is the formation of total devotion, these Bronzes will be our personal
guard from this day forward and their souls will be devoted to your needs
when they are not riding upon their Dragons."

"Devoted to my needs?"

"Yes, they will serve you as your personal attendants when not in the air."

"But what needs do I have my Soul? I have no need of sustainence, I don't
have clothes, what could they ever need to do for me?"

The humour in Gallands thoughts sent a smile to Bragills lips.

"One must bathe and be pampered my Brae."

"Bathe?, Pampered?"

"Yes, of course, you will want to bathe and they will carry it out and then
rub your body with oils and lotions to make you feel blessed by the Gods."

Bragills shaft hardened at the thought of all of those small hands
caressing his naked body and the sudden increase of heat between his thighs
told him Galland was having certain thoughts as well.

"Ah yes my Brae, your thoughts are my thoughts, tonight we will join again
and you will sleep in my arms fully sated."

As the thoughts entered his head Bragill could see a large cloud on the
horizon that surrounded a huge mountain, most of which was shrouded by the
white cloud.

"That is Belhadria my Brae. We fly above the cloud and our destination will
be seen in all its glory."

So saying, Galland gave a mighty thrust with his wings and as the Bronzes
followed, they entered the clouds. There was no feeling of dampness in the
clouds but more of a comforting closeness as they rose higher until with
suddeness they were flying in clear sky and before them was the top of the
mountain. The peak showed flashes of brilliant white and startling emerald
green as Bragill made out the features of a magnificent castle perched on
the crown of the mountain.

"Galland, it is so beautiful, it looks like fine glass and so large."

"That is Belhadria my Soul. Look, above, in the air, the Dragons gather to
greet you."

Bragill saw the myriad dots forming high above the sparkling castle. There
seemed to his eyes to be hundreds of Bronze Dragons swooping and forming
into large phlanxes as they neared the Crystal castle.

Something caught Bragills eyes as he gazed at the formations now heading
towards them. From the Crystal Castle there rose a large bright golden
shape. The Golden Dragon had left his Castle to greet them in flight. Even
from this great distance Bragill could see that the Golden Dragon was much
bigger than any other Dragon he had seen, including Galland.

"Yes my Brae, he is the largest of our kind and one day I will be of the
same size for as yet I am no more than fourty years and nothing but a young
teen such as yourself. We will grow together my Brae."

"He is truly magnificent Galland, see how he shines in the light of the sun
and how he moves like the molten gold on a furnace."

The numberless Bronzes formed up behind and below the Golden One in a sign
of respect amd honour as the Father of all Dragons set his course to the
new arrivals.

Once they had closed the distance Bragill could now see with his own eyes
how huge the Golden One truly was, and only the measured thoughts reaching
his mind took him away from the regal stature of the oldest Dragon. Bragill
could make out a small diminutive figure riding high on the neck of the
Gold Dragon.

"Galland, he has his Soul?"

"Yes Brae, that boy has been with him since his emergence."

"But you said he is older than man himself, how could his Soul look no more
than a young boy?"

"As I told you my Brae, you will never age, it is the same for him."

Bragill looked again at the small figure, his bright Black hair flowing in
majesty on the wind as the Golden Dragon dived down to greet them.

"Mighty Goron, Great Praedor, Keeper of the Claw, all of Belhadria greets
and welcomes you. Your Castle awaits your arrival as do we your humble
followers."

Galland sent out his reply as the sky filled with Bronze Dragons reforming
their formation to include Galland and Bragill.

"Great Father of all Dragons, we thank you for your greeting and would give
honour to the Regent of Belhadria."

"Well said, last of the Goron, I step aside so that you may take the lead
to our Keep."

Galland folded his wings briefly and swooped below the assembled Dragons
until he was now in the lead as the others turned about and faced the
glowing Crystal Castle, then Galland rose again until he was flying beside
the Golden One.

"Great Father, I would fly beside you so that all may see we arrive in
harmony as it should be."

"As it should be Mighty Goron."

Bragill noticed that the six Bronzes from the battle kept close formation
on Galland as he settled next to the King of Dragons.

"I see that your escort numbers only six and that they take the formation
of guardians, there was a battle with the Blacks?"

"Yes Father of all, and they aquitted themselves with great honour and
devotion. It would please us both greatly should you bestow on them the
honour of Guardians of the Claw."

"It shall be as you request Mighty Goron. Now please take the lead to enter
the Great Hall, the throne of Praedor awaits your Soul."

"He is ready for the duty Father of All."

"Then lead us into Belhadria Mighty Goron."

Bragill looked down at the approaching citadel, shining in all its glory
under the bright sunlight. As they neared the castle Bragill saw that
although it looked to be made of crystal, it was in fact the white stone of
which all staues were made but this was polished to such a high degree that
it appeared to be almost glass like.

Galland turned toward a long center collonade. It was Thirty Meters wide
and about Fifty Meters long leading up to a set of wide deep steps. At the
top of the flight of steps was a wide platform and behind that two large
collumns rose to hold a lintel of opaque stone.

Around the collumns were entwined a Golden Dragon on the left and the right
held the casting of a White Dragon. The lintel above the entwined Dragons
showed the small figure of a boy with ebony hair holding aBOVE his head a
crystal blade.

The center of the citadel roof was in the shape of a dome and mounted in
the center was the effigy of the Golden Dragon with wings outspread and
front legs held close to the upper body as his rear legs powered him upward
into flight.

Such was the effect of the architecture that Bragills breath was stilled in
his chest as he tried to take in the magnitude of the castle. It was only
as Galland landed on the center court that he realised that the figure on
the lintel was a replicar of himself and that the two dragons wrapping
around the collumns were Galland and the Golden One.

As the Father of Dragons landed beside them, the Bronzes circled overhead
projecting the names of Galland and Bragill until the very air was alive
with the pulsating thoughts.

Galland began to stride towards the tier of steps with the Golden One
beside him, Bragill sat in wonder as they neared the entrance to the
citadel. The Bronze Dragons began to land behind as the leaders made their
way forward.

Galland paused at the entrance to look up at the lintel and with feeling
spoke to Bragill.

"You are so much more beautiful in person than what is depicted on the
lintel, my Brae."

Bragill blushed to himself at Gallands thoughts as his skin warmed against
the scales of his Soul. The breathtaking vista that met Bragills eyes when
they entered the inner sanctum of the citadel almost made his head spin
with its size and vibrant feeling of closeness.

The Bronzes had begun to enter and were forming up on the tier upon tier of
platforms of stone that surrounded the central court of the
sanctum. Galland and the Golden One strode with purposeful steps to the
center platform that rose five meters above the floor and once there
settled down onto the white stone in a sitting postion with rear legs
tucked under them.

The hubbub of mind sound settled down as the Golden One lifted his head to
look around at the assembled Bronze Dragons.

"Followers of 'The Way', today the prophesy is fulfilled. The last of the
Goron and the last of the Praedor have joined us in our endevours. Before
we continue you may rest your Souls and take ease, this day is to great to
be strained by formality.

Bragill watched as the Bronze Dragons lowered their necks to the floor and
their small boy riders dismounted and then, as the Dragons lifted their
heads the boy riders snuggled in close to the open chests of their
Souls. Galland sent his message to Bragill and lowered his gossamer wing
for him to dismount and then tapped his right claw on the stone beneath him
to indicate where Bragill would sit.

Once in the comforting confines of Gallands mighty claws, Bragill settled
back against the warm scales to listen and watch as the Golden One again
began to speak. Within seconds something soft and warm was stroking
Bragills chest and nipples, as he looked downward he saw a white soft human
hand stroking him. The surprise came when he followed the white skin upward
for where the hand met the elbow there were the shining scales of Galland.

The soothing action of Gallands hand soon had Bragill resting in peace and
contentment as the Golden One continued.

"As all followers know, this day was foretold in the tomes of time, this is
my last day on this earth as all i know will go to the Last Goron and I
must take my seat in Prillian. To mark this day in the minds of all
Followers I declare that the six, who so valiantly defended the Goron are
hereby given the title of Guardians of the Claw and shall be at the call of
the Praedor upon his whim."

The room became encompassed in a strong Aura as the Bronzes showed their
appreciation of the honour to six of their own. As the Aura of pleasure
disipated the Golden One spoke again.

"All assembled, take note that the Goron and his Soul, The Praedor, are
hereby given court over all Dragons and shall take the throne of Belhadria
for all eternity."

The air came alive with a deep throbbing humming as the Bronze Dragons
vocalised their fealty to the two on the platform beside the Golden One.

"When the sun sets to rest The Praedor will be given the Souls of the
departed Goron and I will surrender my Soul to the keeping of the Last
Goron, know you all, the time of deliverance is here and the righting of
many wrongs will be in the hands of the true Followers."

With these words the Golden One rose and made his way to thye floor below
them and with a mind send asked Galland and Bragill to join him for their
stately walk to the furtherest doorway that lead up to their own personal
quarters. The Six honoured Bronzes left their places and followed the trio
at a respectful distance.


The idle playing of Gallands human hand had brought Bragill to a state of
excitment he had never known and he was now more than willing for this
nights joining with his Galland, While he was naked and erect before
everyone present it did not seem to disturb anyone so bragill with just a
hint of blush on his cheeks walked beside Galland as they left the sanctum.

As soon as they entered their private quarters bragill became aware of a
blue shimmering in the huge room and turning watched as galland took his
human form and with outspread arms beckoned Bragill to his embrace.

"Come sweet Brae, I must feel you in my arms, we can not have a joining as
yet but once the sun has gone to rest we will be one."

Without hesitation Bragill walked into the open arms and felt again the
warmth of the young boys skin against his own. Their shafts met in rigid
need as the two boys clasped each other close as though they had not been
together for many ages.

In the passageway outside their room the Six Bronzes felt the lifting of
spirits as the two inside let their minds talk of love and need. The
Bronzes sent their own redheaded riders thoughts of joy and fulfillment as
the apartments many rooms also felt the love of a Dragon for a dark haired
boy.



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