The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince Chapter 210
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At first Dawn thought that her stomach would lurch as Quetz ascended in the sky, but when they were higher, she began to enjoy it. She realized how much she missed flying on her dragon. She relaxed her arms behind and straightened her neck back, as she took in the vista beneath her and in front of her. The pink Whispering Eobens looked wonderful. They were whispering something she couldn't understand as they swayed in the soft breeze that was coming from the river. When Quetz slightly higher, she could see how the pink blossoms dotted the banks of the river. It was simply divine and she thought how blessed she was to see the scenery that not many could witness.
Quetz let her enjoy and soak in the surroundings and then said, 'Dawn you have to help me unleash my powers.'
She was eager to know how she could help him but she was also worried at the same time. 'How?' she asked.
'First you have to relax and stop being so scared,' he said. 'It is something that only you can do and in doing so, you will uncover your potential. It is high time that we synchronize.'
She became attentive but closed herself.
'No Dawn, you need to open your mind. Like I said, don't be afraid. So relax and feel what I am feeling,' he goaded her.
Dawn swallowed and then let herself go. Quetz seized the opportunity and pulled her thoughts. She felt as if he was pulling her soul, it was getting in sync with his mind. She tried to pull back the control. Her green eyes narrowed and flickered. The periphery of the irises became silvery. 'What is happening Quetz?' she asked, feeling a surge of power, which she felt she was drawing from him. She thought that they had entered the haze because all that she could see was clouds around her.
'I am syncing your mind with mine, Dawn. Sit back and feel me.'
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'But it is so cloudy…'
'It will clear soon.'
Her hair was flapping behind as the cool wind slapped her cheeks. There was thunder in the sky and a spark penetrated the clouds she was surrounded with.
"Quetz!" she shouted, scared for him.
But Quetz had increased his speed and he seemed to be leaping for that thunderbolt.
"No Quetz!" she screamed. "You will burn!" She held his spike and pulled him back but he was not bothered. He plunged right into the bolt and suddenly the clouds disappeared. They were out in the open. Her vision altered. She looked at the trees and Whispering Eobens below, and they appeared silvery. Her own hands had this electric glow that crackled as if it was a part of her, as if it was her body that produced it. Her body was glowing from beneath her clothes and she felt that she would explode like a bright star and join the sky.
Quetz looked back at her as he soared higher. He was stunned to see what Dawn was looking like. 'You look like a goddess, Dawn,' he said in reverence. He was so proud of his rider. He was joyous, feeling free. The power that he experienced in his body was undeniable. Their connection, their bond only grew stronger. He flapped his wings in a few powerful strokes and then left them open to glide in the night sky, under the moonlit night, under the shining stars, carrying his own brilliant shining star. He let her experience this new thing for a while.
'Are you feeling okay?' he asked.
'I am… feeling different,' she answered, bewildered at the lights emanating from her.
'Now watch me!' he said. Suddenly he moved his wings to the back and dived down towards the ground as if his wings were clipped. Dawn leaned back without fear. Wind ruffled her hair and slapped against them but both of them were not afraid of crashing. As soon as they were a few feet above the ground, Dawn knew what to do. She brought her hands forward and electricity crackled around them. Two bolts of light passed through them right to the ground and she tugged at them. This forced Quetz to open his wings and he snapped open his wings. He turned towards the sky and once again they were airborne.
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Pure happiness radiated from Quetz. This was their collective strength. Only his rider could pull up a giant dragon like him in the air.
Dawn held his spike and squealed. Her skin tinged with goose bumps. 'Quetz, is that my magic?'
'Yes,' he said. 'And this is just the beginning.'
'What— what do you mean?'
'There's a lot more, Dawn,' he replied, already feeling powers infusing his body. He felt exhilarated. Every time his rider opened her power, he benefited from it. Basically, the dragon needed his rider without whom he was nothing more than a common flying bird. He flew with her atop the river.
She looked down at the waters, which were appearing shimmery. To her, the river looked like a flow of mercury. Even Quetz had a silver sheen to him.
'Everything appears silver,' she said.
'I know. Everything is silver to me as well. I had to dive in to get that thunderbolt because that was your magic. It had to be captured from the heavens. That's why you are seeing silvery things. You will have to practice control over that and I am sure that we will get over this.'
Dawn was shocked. Her mouth fell open. The thunderbolt could have burned them to death but that was her magic? OMG! And even her dragon was seeing things with silver tinge? She laughed.
Quetz squealed and then formed a giant look in the sky. It was the beginning. After performing a few more acrobatics and making Dawn laugh, he said, 'Try your magic.'
'How?'
'I don't know. You have to think…'
'Okay,' she said. 'Lower to level down with the river.'
Quetz slowly made his way down and leveled with the river's surface. Dawn pulled her hands forward and then raised them to the sky. She wanted to raise waters beneath her to rise from the surface. The water gurgled and foamed and a small swirl was formed. However, instead of rising up, the water pulled her down. She lost her balance and fell into that swirl. Immediately, the swirl died.
"Nooo!" she shouted.
Quetz laughed looking at his rider who was now bobbing in and out of water, irritated at her failed magic.
'Pull me up!' she growled. Her body shined beneath the surface of water.
Quetz lowered and offered his claw for her to hold. She grasped his leg and he pulled her out of the water by flying upwards.
'What the hell was that?' she asked angrily. She thought she got the magic.
'That means that we are a long way from fine-tuning your magic.'
'My baby will be fine, right?' she asked, worried that she fell down.
'Of course Dawn. That magic is needed for your baby also. In fact it is important that your child absorbs the magic from your body.'
'Why?' she asked.
'I feel so...'
He started going to the ground, contended. He hadn't felt this good in ages. When they touched the ground, Dawn wondered how she would go back with this shine.
'Try to contain it.'
She closed her eyes and willed the shine to confine… And it did. When she opened her eyes, her veins were flowing with energy that waited to explode. And she couldn't wait to explore further. She felt addicted.
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