One in the Chamber
“So this is death,” Albie mused as he found himself moving faster and faster toward the blazing white stars that turned all to light! The purest form of his dragon fire was set in the blackest of night skies and he felt it ignite as it passed through him, pierced him, recognized him. Dragon was born from the stars and to the stars they returned.
As he began to slow down, the streaming illumination faded and there were stars. They were calling to him! It was his family! They were unquenchable fires that blazed and greeted him home! The dragon fang moon sparkled before his eyes…
…then he was here, no longer flying but standing on something solid. But, there was still the comfort of his family dancing above him in the sky. He let his senses open up and their recognition flood him. There was the smell of the white jasmine. That brought contentment to him. And peace. These were all things he had known in his father’s house. His eyes were drawn back up. The dark welcomed all. The heavens sang a beautiful song of reverence and he felt the calm claim his mind and spirit. The sky was ablaze with the colors of his ancestors to welcome him.
The blues and greens were cool and refreshing amidst the many different colored stars that sparkled like thumb-bella sized jewelry. That thought made him smile and just a small amount of hungry.
There was a shimmering essence that walked toward him. From the star shape a form took hold. “Oh look there, here comes my father now,” he smiled.
“Albie,” Kean sat down on a bench and motioned for him to do so.
“Father,” he smiled. “It is good to see you. It is good to be here. Sadly, I am buried beneath the dirt. My own heir did this horrible thing to me. I shall not be able to soar with you, but gladly will I watch you do so. That did so delight me when I was a child and I would ride on your back and we would go out and chase the moonbeams across the sky.
All here is so beautiful,” he sighed. “I am glad there are stars even in death. I could sit here all my days and listen to them sing and want for nothing more. A dragon fang moon,” his soul felt good. “And it has been clutched by the claw of a dragon. A good sign. The perfect welcome. Yes, it is good to be dead and to be here and have such a greeting.”
“Do you notice the two blazing stars in the sky?” Kean asked.
“Yes, two beautiful beacons of light in a sky filled with majesty. Do you know why they are there?”
“Yes, they welcome the newest two sons of our house.
Eitilt and Aed,” Kean smiled, “they shall continue our line. They are good boys. They have the heart to do what is right when all seems wrong. Their sons shall do the same for the humans.”
“What?” Albie drew back. “I said Eitilt buried me in the dirt…”
“Yes, I know. My journey here is to tell you, Albie, that this is not your final destination. This is just to show you what you are going to miss. What could have been yours but is now never within your grasp.”
“There is no room for your black heart in this place. No room for your soured spirit. No room for your clever lying mouth and your clever hateful ways and that hunger you have for consuming the innocent.”
“But Father,” he sputtered, “I was going to rule. I was that close to sitting on the throne. Returning dragon to its rightful lineage. I could have easily killed Rowan and been king of all! I would have had true minions!”
“Oh, you will have minions,” he said with a sad shake of his head. “They will do all for you, to include removing your wings since they are no longer needed. And several other horrific things.”
“No,” he said, his voice a whisper. “No,” he yelled as the stars gave way to a boiling blackness that was alive with hunger. “No,” he screamed as he was pulled up into the nothingness of a craving, ravenous , appetite.