As Nuri landed she transformed into her human self and Winstrain did the same, they walked in and Alec’s jaw dropped. He looked at Nuri and she giggled “This is Winstrain, the air archdragon.” “Winstrain, you remember Alec?” “Yes, ofcourse. Good to see you again and might I say; under less hostile circumstances” “Indeed it is” Alec spoke and the trio chuckled and walked into the lounge. Nuri sat next to Alec and Winstrain across them. Alec read the room and cleared his throat, “I’m going up to my study to work on a new spell and reply to some of the letters received from the other villages” He kissed Nuri on the head and left. Nuri smiled at the loving gesture and affection shown. She then turned her attention to Winstrain, who was sitting there and admiring her and A

Nuri and Alec were growing closer with each sunrise and each sunset. Laying in bed with Nuri wrapped up in his arms, Alec realized that he did not want to be without her, if anything; he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Nuri. He wanted to to protect her, be the man she deserved… but he was nothing more than a human, looking at Nuri that lay sound asleep, he pulled her close and she snuggled in his arms, the idea than dawned on him; what if he was to find a transformation potion to help him change into a dragon! Slowly creeping out of the bed, careful not to wake Nuri up. He walked down the hall to his study, Nuri had it made up and furnished to make Alec feel more at home. Alec paced up and down the room, reading every spell book and potion book that he had at his disposal to find a way to transform into a dragon and back to human. He grew frustrated, every book, every scripture said the same thing “life threatening”; the last book Alec flung to the floor and ran his fingers

Alec and Nuri were sitting on blankets by the fire place, winter had started setting in. They were curled up and going over transformation spells. Alec played with Nuri’s hair, for the past couple of days they kept hitting a dead end. There was a sudden blinding white light, Nuri and Alec both shoveled their eyes from the intense brightness and they were transported to a beautiful garden. It had flowers and fruits of every species and every color. Alec was amazed by the water fountain that was set in the middle of the garden, a serpent coming up from the water in the little pool of the fountain were beautiful lilies, the entire fountain was glittering gold. Nuri and Alec were marveling at the garden and all it’s wonder when out of a huge oak tree, a figure started to emerge; glowing yellow eyes, hissing like a snack, the torso of a woman came followed by the body of a serpent. The woman was mesmerizing, her golden straight hair, beautifully curved body. Nuri growled and the serpent

Alec was exploring his powers of an archdragon in human form, he could wield light from the fire into a ball of bright white light, he could build storm clouds that made the spring days look dark and apocalyptic, as much as Alec wielded and commanded the power of being a light dragon, without darkness there is no light and the darkness that was desperately trying to consume him… You see, in the midst of becoming an archdragon, Nuri and Alec being blessed by the Dragon Goddess with child. The light of hope burned bright, even if only for a moment. As fate would have it, an upheaval had reared its ugly head and Alec would have to face it alone, this was the only way to protect Nuri as it is she already had enough to worry about with Alluvium starting to become more aggressive with his attacks, Goko having to deal with water rogue dragons that join Alluvium’s cause. Winstrain had literally vanished into thin air; nobody had heard from him in weeks. A c

The next morning, the atmosphere in the cottage was tense, Ronilda left early; making sure to slam the door. Petronella had tried to talk Ronilda into coming with them, but she had made it very clear that she wanted nothing more to do with Alec and that was the end of the conversation. The horse and cart arrived just after breakfast. There was a bed in the back of the cart, Alec helped carry his mother onto the stretcher and into the cart. Petronella took one last look at the only home she had known her entire life, it was bitter-sweet goodbye, a tear escaping her eyes as she the horse and cart rolled moved and the view of the cottage grew smaller and smaller till out of sight. Petronella looked at her mother, she noticed that the handkerchief was stained with old blood, probably from last night, she replaced the stained dirty one with a cleaner one, Alec peeped in from the front of the cart; he was sitting out front with the driver, “How is mother doing?” “Okay as of now.” “We wil