Child of Peace 1 - Good
A manorian scene I just could not get out of my head. It takes place at the end of and right after EOS. Enjoy :)
Dorian watched as Manon mounted Abraxos in a fluid motion. She hadn’t seen the wyvern in days and the joy
of his return was clear on her face. He assumed he’d be riding with her but he
paused before approaching. Abraxos
looked just as happy to see his rider and Dorian wasn’t quite sure if he’d be
protective of her.
Manon smiled. “Afraid
of heights Princeling?”
“Just unsure of the seating arrangements,” he replied.
She nodded to the space behind her. “I’m afraid there is only one harness so you’ll
just have to hold on.”
Dorian smirked as he climbed into the saddle behind her. “I have no intention of letting go anytime
He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
Manon twisted to face him, her eyes ablaze with intensity. “Good,” she said.
His face lit up with a grin as he turned to wave to
Rowan. Without warning, Abraxos pushed
off the ground. Within seconds they were
soaring over the marshes, the remainder of Manon’s Thirteen falling into
formation around them. They gained
altitude quickly. The rushing wind and
booms of the wyvern wing beats filled his senses. The land below was rapidly receding, soon to
be obscured by the clouds they were flying into.
Dorian was overcome with awe. “This is incredible,” he yelled with a silly
grin. He’d never been bothered by the
considerable heights of the glass castle.
In fact, he’d enjoyed the views of the city and river. But this. This was unlike anything he could have
imagined. Manon smiled, and even Abraxos
turned to acknowledge Dorian’s reaction. I think
I’ve won his approval, he thought.
They flew for several hours, neither one saying much. Dorian was still struck by the fact that he
was flying, and he suspected Manon was happy to be in the air as well. When the sun was about an hour or two from the
horizon, Sorrel flew alongside them and said “If we stop now, it will put us in
reach of Fenharrow tomorrow.”
One word. Her
And suddenly Dorian was on his
knees before his father. Covered
in her blood. His screams echoing off
the walls. The collar locking around his
neck. He flinched violently, trying to
get away from what he was seeing.
Releasing his hold on Manon, he ground his hands into his eyes, his head
shaking back and forth. Slowly, the
vision began to disappear and he came back to the present.
He looked down to see Manon’s hand clutching his shirt. She was twisted in her saddle, her face
frozen in fear. With no emotion,
Dorian said “I’m ok,” then looked away.