A Song of Askaldenfirsts and Dragons. Book one: The outlanders (Part I-IV)
Chapter 17: Lisandra

The true Lisandra watched the false Lisandra and how she communicated with Erbalartalanjir, the northern ice dragon. Next to the true Lisandra was a small snow argiphone, he was only three times her height, and his body was several times wider.

“Well, Kundaminokh,” the woman turned to the argiphone, “shall we see what she’s up to?”

Kundaminokh let out a low grunt and put his head next to the true Lisandra, she thrust her hand into his snow-white plumage and stroked gently.

Falsalvgudina, the false askaldenfirst, moved after Erbalar, and without hesitation Lisandra quickly climbed onto her little snow argiphone and flew after her, keeping a very huge distance in spying, that if the falsalvgudina turned around, she would see a point like a bird in the distance. The size of the argiphone allowed the true Lisandra to be a little noticeable, but because of the distance, the false Lisandra could also disappear from sight, but it would be very hard to do so as the flock of snow argiphones followed her.

Flying over the lands of Ermir, the true Lisandra saw scorched territories and incinerated houses, villages and cities, and she felt compassion. But it was more in the nature of the half-goddesses to do something, to prevent than to grieve, which is inherent in the more mortal inhabitants of the planet.

They already flew over the sea, it was cloudy and Lisandra sometimes dived into the clouds. The true Lisandra knew the false for a long time, it was Skarswanga Svardet, a strong and insidious falsalvgudina, who could take many forms. Both Lisandra looked identical, the same dark lilac hair roots, shimmering blue, and light turquoise hair tips, a neat nose and facial oval, and such clear, beautiful blue eyes.

Dragons flew over the islands, patrolling the territory, however, they flew so often, most likely because they liked being in the sky more than being on a solid surface. And because there was plenty of fish in the water, and the dragons needed to eat. Dragons spew fire over the sea surface, and the fish that happened to be near the water surface would die and become a dragon’s breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

Suddenly, a huge dark grey dragon dove from behind a cloud and flew right at the snow argiphone, spewing a huge flame... Lisandra, along with the bird, managed to dodge, and the flames passed by. Manoeuvring quickly on a more nimble flyer, Lisandra decided to move away from the islands.

“Sla Ta Vilar Yag Ar Din!” Lisandra’s words sounded in the dragon’s head, which translated roughly as, “We are not enemies.”

“Yag Ar Lan Slav For Amin,” the dark grey Nanveiltaavagan replied aloud, which meant, “We will no longer be enslaved by our mothers.”

“I feel you, Nanveiltaavagan, you are not of my direct family but your mother is my sister. If you don’t stop, your life will leave you today!” True Lisandra said loudly.

They moved away from the islands for a considerable distance and flew farther out to sea, to the west, straight into the gathering storm. Lightning sliced the air, like a scalpel rapidly penetrating transparent flesh, causing phantom pain to space. The clouds hung in layers, swirling and billowing in dark grey masses that Nanveil merged with them. Kundaminokh could not cope with the flight, and Lisandra realized this, she quickly flew off him, hovered in the air, and, instantly casting a shield spell, created a spherical protective dome and pushed the sphere in which the bird was locked with magic, and the sphere flew sharply outside the storm.

“You could have become a father, Nanveiltaavagan, but now you will die! Skiv Bael Alain Blut,” said the woman hovering in the air, but the dragon disappeared into the clouds.

“I will not be a father! Children who do not see their mother, do not feel her love are doomed to eternal wrath,” the dragon burst out of the clouds with these words and spewed a mighty blaze, but the woman dodged it.

“You are a dragon, the one that was and the one that will be, you must not grieve for unrequited love!”

The dragon disappeared into the stormy sky again. Below, waves tossed one another, frothing and rising, crashing with their mass. Lightning flashed, thunder drowned out the words.

“But I grieve, my mother’s sister! I suffer! Am I insensitive enough for you, half-goddess?” The sound of thunder merged with the sound of his spewing flame. Finally, he hit Lisandra. Dragonfire could harm and even kill any askaldenfirst.

Nanveil burned a piece of skin of the woman’s left cheek, shoulder and left arm to a reddish blackness.

“Since you don’t love your mother, you don’t love your mother’s sister, then kill me,” the woman said.

The dragon flew up to her and froze, staring at her, flapping his wings, thinking for a few seconds. This time was enough...

“Skiv Bael Alain Blut,” said the askaldenfirst again, and a giant barely distinguishable jagged blade cut the dragon so that part of the body roughly separated from the wing. The dragon’s body finally split into two unequal parts and fell into the water.

She continued to hover in the sky and looked at her hand.

“A mother may also suffer, Nanveil, but her suffering is not always visible,” the woman said, addressing the mercilessly raging waves. “Farewell, Nanveiltaavagan, you were like a son to me, but who speak with fire breath with his mother, will have no breath,” added Lisandra with a little sadness, and flew towards the snow argiphone sent in a protective dome.

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