Spirit

      Two figures lied in the darkness of a cavern behind a rocky wall that covered from the only light source. What was to made out of the cavern they planned to rest underground for one or more days is had a small hole in the ceilling of the cave with tendrils of nearby plants hanging down throught the inner sides of the hole. The hole could not be longer than a yard and was in a crooked square shape tilted in a mere degrees. With the reason of the hole being present, the cavern was slightiy lit was the moonlight. It was dark outside with plenty of moons of all sizes no bigger and smaller. As the moonlight revealed the face of one of the figures, it had a furry and black texture. ''Are you ready to go?'' a male voice other than the furry-textured figure spoke to the other figure. ''Just a moment,'' the black and furry-textured figure answered back to him in a female, sophrano voice. She started to get up and walked to a spot of the cave that was under the hole. When she got and laid next to the spot that was merly being shined by the outside moonlight coming through the hole, the light revealed her head and little of the body parts adjoining it. She appeared as a furred dragoness. Her fur was black. She had horns with a color lighter than her fur. Her eyes were humanoid with light blue pupils. As she came to tha spot, she reared her head to 75 degress to face the purplish night sky dotted with a stars that were mainly a neon-like light blue. Sometimes, they were glowing a bright white. As she strafed to her left in a circle, she saw the stars turned purple as the sky as they got closer to a large nebula. As they got close, they merged with the sky, causing them to become invisible to comon eyes. Wait, that wasn't a nebula, but some sort of black hole. While she was staring at the night side, the male started to be conscious about hunters who were trying to hunt them as a thought about that came to his head. ''We must go to the deepest now. I can feel their arrivial,'' the dragoness heard and trotted to the side of the male figure with making a sigh in her head. Then, a thought of the need of wood for a fire came to his head before the furred dragoness came. He said, ''Wait, I'm going grab some nearby wood'' The dragoness sat on her haunches. As he came to the spot that the drgaoness came before, he flapped his wings to reach the ledges of the hole. To the light, he was a gray-furred dragon with turquoise scales on all of his paws, wings and tail. The membrane on his wings were as teal as his scales. As he got to the hole, he slipped to his fall. The second attempt, he was unsuccessful again. The third time, he failed to hang by the hole's ledge. He found out that the ledges of the hole were slippery. So, he had to hang on by the top. He readied himself by sqauting down to the cave's floor. Then, he slowly spreaded his wings. They had gotten hurt during his falls. As he went airborne, he hope to not plummet down to the floor like the other atempts. As he sucessfully latched on the top plane surrounded the hole from the outside, he started to climb up from his grip. He sank both of paws' talons into the dirt one at a time. The swathe he was at was mainly formed out of palm tree-like trees and a grass-less dirt. 2 small hills were amongst the swathe. Later he was on the ground and close to a nearby tree, he stood up in an anthro form. The muscles in his body slightly changed shape to fit with his anthro self. Hidden bones rose to make the furred dragon resemble a human being. His legs were unchanged, as they were sitting up in a left-turned ''v''-like shape. As he was at a nearby tree, he raised his talon up a few centimetres. He raised his claw at the bark of the tree and then began clawing on it's bark like a naughty house cat. Each minute, a small and connected scrape of a piece of it's wood came down. This process took close to a hour. With enough wood, the male furred dragon headed back to cavern he was in. A surplus would be better, but enough of the required wood would be good. At times like those, reaching the limit of having enough of something is always required for that something. More wasn't good was the other way of telling that saying. Before heading back to the underground, first he thought of a way of going back down there. The small plan he thought was throw the small planks down to the floor of the cave. Then, hold the the longer planks under his left arm. Finally, manuever through to prevent plummeting. According to his planned way of getting down into the cave, he latched close to the hole as the first step. As he was facing the hole, he threw the small planks to the floor of the cave. They broke into halves as they contacted with the rocky surface of the cavern's floor. Then, he held the longer planks with a tight grip on them. Luckily, they were in a little number or the same number with the small planks. The final step, to maneuver through the plummet with opening wings. The dragon thrust himself down through the hole at a slow pace to not result in adifficultly or injury. However when he spread his wings, it didn't go well; His wings didn't stop the kinetic energy. In this result, he ended in breaking his muzzle. He winced in pain with giving a short ammount of inaudible cries and wails. He planned to fix his broken muzzle in another cave with his ice element. With a little pain and power, he spawned out a icicle with small stains of blood. This icicle was to help him retrieve his way incase he got lost. He placed the icicle into the right corner of the projecting wall of the cave where no one could see.
    For the time being, they had ventured downwards and upwards toward that network of caves through the passage in the first cavern. Before going down to the third layer, they fleed away from a huge beast that lives in one of the caverns. This beast was dragon-like, dumb-looking, huge, ugly and had shapeshifting eyes that mainly had a white form according the form it had under the unlit darkness of the network. It was intelligent, dangerous and fast enough to catch those two. The goliath chased those two furred dragons throughout the passages of the cave and less of the network itself. The grey-furred and black-furred had accedentally went into it's home. It's home was a ancient temple with colomns towering into the underneath plane of the ground and the floor of the cavern. The behemoth was aware that they were in it's home and gave out a stance to alert them that they are trespassing on it's home. The the two saw this they ran away from it, and that was when the behemoth started to chase them through that level of the network. They went left, right, up and down to avoid them, but it was all in vain. Sometimes, the beast would use it's head to capture them and it went successful, but somehow they escaped. The only way they could thought of to stop this beast and escape from it was to go through a cave or passage smaller than it's size. Miles from and fleeing away from the beast and trotting fast through the underground in an atempt to make plan that they thought work, they had escaped from the beast through an entrance of their description. The beast stopped and let out a bunch of wail-like, loud calls to them. As they went down, they felt that it was getting hot down there. Soon as they felt that the more they go down it got hotter, they scrambled up to find somewhere less hotter and far away from the cave they first arrived in. They arrived in a cave that was not that huge,  with many entrances lining on it's sides and platforms formed in roof-like structures or normal shapes, but left to found out that it was cold. As they got further than cave before, they have found a cave a bit deeper and smaller than the previous one. It's ceilling spanned from the ground with a low height. It was hot aswell. Perfect! They now needed to start their fire, but they were fatigued from their venture. From venturing into the underground network for hours, they had came to a state of being fatigue; Up and down through walking, trotting, running, they came to a weary state. the femal furred dragpn sat down first. When she sat down, she felt fear, sadness, a little bit of stress and being homesick. Her ''partner'' realized that and trotted to her in a crouched way. He said, ''What is wrong, my dear? and then added, ''What they did back at there?'' She answered, ''Not at all!'' quick and quietly. ''You have been showing stress and anger all the way from home! You must tell me what is going on with you? I know they had caused a lot of pain!'' he said in the same tone with her answer.
''It is my mother!''
''Your mother?''
''YES!''
The furred dragoness started to cry.
''What happened to your mother? Is she dead?''
''YES SHE IS! She was the most important and valueble in this world! She had helped my through this world, and now she's gone!''
''I doubt that she is dead, but what happens happens. There is nothing we can do,'' the furred dragon said in a fake tone that made her realized that he did not care for her feelings to her mother. ''There is nothing we can do? You don't understand that I love her more than anything in this stupid world? THAT IS BECAUSE YOU DON'T FEEL ANYONE'S GRIEF! I bet you don't know anything about DEATH!''
She started to sobbered faster.
''I KNOW ABOUT DEATH! I know how it feels like when people die. I feel very sorry for your mother's death, but what can we do? The only thing we can do is flee from them to the left of this land, so that we do not end in the same fate with your mother!''
''Easy for you to say! The things that we can merely do is sober and yearn for her! Or to wait for Death to come!''
The black-furred dragoness sobbed at a faster and louder rate than before. She started run away from the cave they were in, but stopped after she heard the turquoise dragon was thinking aloud in a low voice. ''Pray to the Creator for her survival in the spiritual realm and revival,'' he thought out loud. ''PRAY TO THE CREATOR! ARE YOU INSANE! A Creator will never forgive a sinner and accept it's prayer to it. We were born in the left side of this damn land! We have sinned, you fool! We are unforgiven for all eternity!'' the dragoness shot him with abrasive words contain energies of hatred and anger. Then, she stormed out of the small cave. As in the moment, he was going to say something, but he had to leave her by herself for to relent away from her temper. He sat back down next to the ever-glowing fire at his haunches and was waiting for her to sleep or relent.
   All alone in an adjacent cave with her temper, the dragoness wailed at the pace after her arguement with the turquoise-scaled furred dragon. She sat on her haunches. She tried to calm herself down and relent from her temper with her hope for and memories of her mom, but due to her rage and sadness it was useless. She thought of the turquoise dragon as an idiotic and cold person and a Creator as a dumb deity along with his response to her with that thing. Then, she wished that the Creators never existed. That way, no one would fall into and believe in stupid beliefs. She also wished that the Creators nonsense would end. But, the belief of the Creators was too strong for thing she wished to happen. Before she fell asleep without control, she called out to her mother's spirit, ''I have lost hope and am lost. Please may you guide me to hope like you always have. Remember the day I was little, when I could not expel winds out of my mouth or fly. Even hatchlings younger and older than me made fun of me. They called my a drake or that I was not a draconic. I felt ... very sad, but you calmed me down. You protected me from those statements and taught me how to fly and breath out the power of the winds. When ... I showed them, they stopped making fun of me. I would .... thank you a lot for those days of protecting and helping me through horrible things and tense times! Even when hope is lost ..., I will always hope for you!'' ''Please may you protect me from all dangers and guide me through tough times,'' the black-furred dragoness whispered to herself in her moody mood. After saying those, she slowly fell asleep to her slumber.
  The turquoise-scaled and furred dragon was sleeping by the fire giving heat around the inside of the cave; He failed to put himself away from sleeping. He was dreaming of himself going through a hidden landmark to get to a decrepit and tall structure. He opened his eyes to see a perfect view of what could be called a beatiful landmark in that dream. The dragon had no idea were he was. The landmark was a small lake connected to a stream and in front of a hill. The trees around the lake and him weren't palm-like, but in an obselete trianglular or triangle prism shape. Other than the ones in a obselete triangle or triangle prism shape, there were normal trees. The flowers that cover the area were mainly daisies or flowers of yellow color. Bushes also cover the area with leaves of the same color with or a lighter color than the trees. The sky was entirely covered with array of grey clouds spreading in all directions. The sky looked as the clouds were going to rain. The dragon didn't want to get wet. The weather started to rain and the water droplet were poured on the dragon. He felt annoyance when he got wet. He seem to not like the rain. He could not see anything to hide - the trees were pentrated by the rain through their leaves. He was forced to walk through the rain. After a few minutes in his dream world, he met the tall and rusty metal tower with one patio from adistance away from it. The weather had stormed merely with storms along with rain. That tower was surfaced with rusty metal that was originally grey on it's left and right side. Cracked stones cover the front and rear sides. The stone were etched with an uncommon pattern that wasn't mediocre as ones found in architectural structures. A silver or metal antenea projected from the upper right of the top of the tower. It was long as two or a single floor of the tower. The tower seen to have a bunch of non-working gears and arms of machinery or things like those. The tower's design was alienistic to the dragon himself. The teal-scaled furred dragon walked closer to the tower. While he was going to there, puddles with mixtures of mud and lakewater were found alongside his route. When he was almost at the unseen base of tower, he slipped on his feet. The rain was making the ground slippery. Lying on the ground, he tried to get up. It took him longer than common attempts of getting up from lying upside on a surface; It took him about 40 seconds to get himself up. He shift his body to bipedal form to help him get his stance. Though he was a ice dragon, he really hates water! Amongst the slanted facade of the tower, he reared his head upwards and gave a gaze upon the tower. It's shape was a rectangle next to a straight triangle. Branches and tall grasses covered it's bottom part. It looked more decrepit that when he was far from it. The furred dragon prepared himself to go airborne in the rain. To him, flying in the rain was not a great idea. Maybe, due to his hatred of the rain it granted a disability of making all his powers uneffective under water. As he was airborne, he was 4 feet from the ground. His muscles started to twitch and wings wanted to stop flaping, but he came to the patio under a short ammount of seconds. The patio held an array of machinery parts, making it almost unaccessible to anyone. As the dragon kept on walking to inside of the building through the patio, the machinery pieces on the facades vanished. The mechanized patio remained the same. The machinery didn't blocked the dragon's path. As the dragon still walked to a end, he met a door with no hinge. The only way to go through it was lifting it. Was it locked? No. He lifted it as if he had supernatural strenght. After lifting it, he saw nothing but darkness itself. He then blacked out.
     The dragon woke up far away from some groups of what looked to be a bunch of Creator-dedicated temples and monastries. They remained in this land under a wrecked and old state as he could render from a far perspective. He woke while he was standing in that expanse. He was sleeping while standing. The day turned night with grey clouds. It was raining like previous part of the dream, but harder. The expanse he was in shared a geography with the place he was in before. He didn't see the tower. Where was it? He turned his head to see any sign of the tower, but no. The only structures were those temples and monastries. As he got closer, he saw an arch that acted as a gate to the inside of the city. It was poorly built and merely made of grey stone materials. The frame of it wasn't built in a horrible way; It had vertical and horizontal beams of iron that supported it's stance. Behind it were the buildings acting like it. They could have the same style of framing. When the furred dragon was in the expanse with rural-like setting, he saw that the majority of the monastries and temples were built in caverns and obscured by trees. The top parts of them weren't covered by the trees. They range from one to two large stories. Amongst them were small construct which seem to be residences for inhabitants of that place. Most of them were built in a plain way, while some were constructed in a miminalistic style. Compared to the temples and monastries, they were smaller than them. They held the same number of floors, but some were three. Portals and doorways occupied the front and back faces of the constructs. Each one of them had a black metal door. The structures of that places were merely built in the same stone with the arch. Like the arch, they were horribly built in a sense of outer apperance. All of the structures held torchholders onto their faces, including the archway. On some of the torcholders were torches that charred long ago. In the middle of that swathe was a sinkhole that blocked the expanse surrounded by the constructs. It's width was too long for him to fly. He turned around to go back to the archway, but it was blocked by debris. The way to go through that rural settlement was to walk atop of the buildings, but the ice dragon could not fly in the rain. His body would throb and ache in an intense ammount of pain due to rain. His body would feel slight pain when he was walking. It was like that if his body had a mind and the dragon himself wasn't in full control of his body. The furred dragon sometime would have a feeling that wasn't from his heart, but another. At sometimes, his body would move without his control; It would move it's gentilia by itself or walk without the ice dragon's control. Rarely, it would make strange noises. The dragon wasn't aware of it doing that. It could be the reason why the ice dragon would hate the rain and water; Posibly, it hates water too.
      The dragon really need to get out of this place. It felt to him and his ''body'' that something bad will happen. That feeling happened to be paranoid.The dragon turned to face the sinkhole. The dragon and his body prepared themselves to fly across the sinkhole. It would be impossible for him to fly through the sinkhole, but maybe his body would give up it's hatred of the rain. Just the rain, not water. The dragon took a file meters back from a fringe of the sinkhole. He then ran into the sinkhole. He jumped with all of his fours and went airborne. He couldn't believed the he was flying in the rain. He was flying under the raining and dark grey clouds the covered the skies. He felt slight throbbing, but his body tried to stop it. Later, he landed in a matter of minutes. He expierenced the downpull of his potential energy. It was almost pulling him down to the inside of the sinkhole. On the other side, there was a plato. The plato looks like mesa. Along it were two V-shaped beds of two streams that used to be there. They were rocky and have a bunch of weed growing over, front and behind pieces of rock. Suddenly, the dragon hearkened to a strange sound that resonated from the village. It was made again in the right on his direction, east.  What was it? It sounded like owls' bird-like chirps than their hooting. Also, it sounded demonic. The furred dragon had to check that out. So, he turned back to the village see what is going on in there. He saw the torchholfers suddenly lit up with burning torches in unison. It was weird that they were lit up. Plus, they weren't getting extiguished by the rain. ''Who lit them? Am I not alone?'' the dragon thought.  In a moment, he stopped to hear the noise the third time. That time, it resembled wooden gears turning anf grinding themselves. To be more speficic, it also resembled rusty gears reprocating. Soon, he saw the silloulettes of draconic beings. He could tell that they resembled normal dragons from a distance. They were a dark grey, but in a hue darker than the grey clouds. To the ice-breathing and turquoise-scaled furred dragon, they appeared to have cloudy forms as he squinted his eyes, but they resembled clouds. Just it was then, a white and ghostly figure that was similar to the furred dragoness' mother came through the gate. The dragon-like figures were scared and in a stance either of guard or fear. The white dragon ''wraith'' charged into a group of 4 dark dragon wraiths. Those wraiths tried to move away from it in all directions. The other ghosts tried to run away from the whit ghost. One was plunged by the white wraith and sent to death by getting slammed upon a piece of debris. The white dragoness ghost used all kinds of attacks to destroy it's victims. Those attacks could be listed as this; swiping it's tail to throw many of dark ghosts in the air and making the air violent and dangerous with using it's wind element. Many were wiped out in a second without attacking it or not. The remain villager dragon attacked it, but their attacks were futile. After every villager was dead, the white and ghostly beast destroyed the rural area in one blow of wind. The furred dragon was spritng away from it after he saw it attacking the villagers. He tried to sprint at the fastest speed he could run. He couldn't still fly. The white monster was after him. No matter how fast was his velocity, it kept on getting closer to him. The furred dragon couldn't turn his head. He had to keep on running away from that beast. As it was closer to it's ''prey'', it's eyes were whiter than it's body. It ghostly body was comprised of cloudy lines mushed into a dragon body. To stop the fleeing furred dragon, it used it's wind attack against him as with the villagers. The attack severed most of his body. THe white dragon wraith formed into the form of the black furred dragoness, but retained it's white and wraithly form. ''THIS - IS BECAUSE OF YOUR IGNORANCE, ICESTORM! YOU MUST DIE, ICESTORM, THIS MOMENT!'' it said in the black dragoness' voice with a ghostly effect.  As Icestorm stood in fear and trembled, the ghost with the form of his 'partner' charged up her elemental power and blew her with the fiercest of the winds. Icestorm was shot on the heart and his body was sent yards away. As he made contact with a wall of the other side of the plato, his rate of internal bleeding increase. Along with that, wounds formed on his back. The ghost was looking at him, anticipating his death. He exited the dream from dying of blood lost.
   As for the black dragoness' dream, it took place after the death of Icestorm. She was oblivous of her actions and was in the form of that ghost that killed him. She still had the appearance of herself, but wraith-like. Later, she stood in a shocked pose after she saw the fresh corpse of her partner, Icestorm. Her face showed a terrified and baffled expression and was aimed at the face of Icestorm's corpse. Odd, she remembered her actions she had done before that dream. She thought, ''Oh fuck me! He didn't have to end like this!'' in sad inner-voice. All of a suddenly, another spirit started to emerge out of her body. As it finished it's emergence, it started to take the shape of the monster which destroyed the village before it killed the turquoise-scaled furred dragon in his dream. It then said, ''You shouldn't have, Zephyr. Anger will make you regret everything. Remember that anger is against you. Remember what I had said when you were my little hatching'' Zephyr tried to respond to the wraith amongst her, but her jaws could not move. So, she thought in head, ''Mother, is that _ you?''' The white dragon spirit read her mind, ''Yes, Zephyr'' Zephyr instantly hugged her mother with tears coming down her face and down her muzzle. She thought, ''MOTHER, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!'' Her mother hugged her back and said that, ''I miss you too when I was in the spirit world, Zephyria'' She then said to Zephyria;
''You're starting to get lost, my hatchling. You have forgotten my guidance since I was dead. Listen now, my sweet child, it wasn't nice to have your wrath on Icestrom because of his ignorance of death. Don't let your anger take all of your because of your grief. Plus, he isn't ignorant of death. He knows how you feel about my death.''
''How did you know that, Mother?''
''Because I have heard of your plea, my daughter. Since I was dead, I wasn't sent to the spirit world. Instead I was still in this world, but I was with no body. You were away, but I found you and now live in your heart, my dear.''
''OK, Mother. I will try from now on to call you by my heart. Also, I will try to remember what I have been taught when I was little.''
''Remember, Zephyria. Hope is too powerful to be lost.''
''OK, Mother.''

Zephyr increased her grip on her mother as well her rate of crying. For her mother, she didn't care about her grip, but her love to her. Her mother started put more of her love in her hugs and nudges. You can get the definiton of family bonds through their actions to each other. Nudges and hugs. Some kisses on the side of the muzzle. Later, the dream ended.
   As for Icestrom, the turquoise-scaled and grey-furred dragon, he awoke with being casted on an Roman nurmeral 1-shaped instrument that was used to to strap the victim from going anywhere. His muzzle was strapped with some sort of guard that prevents any breath attacks. It was setted to let the user breath, lucky Icestorm. The ice dragon was casted with a spell of trevredora(treh-vreh-doh-ra), a spell that would permantly disable the element or magical abilities of a weapon or person. That spell would only work on draconics or griffins. The fireplace was put out. Icestorm then realized he was restrained in that instrument and his muzzle restrained by it's guard by stretching his body. He tried to break free from his metal restrains, but his efforts were all in vain. To his left, he saw a dragon-like figure that was watching him. He could see Icestorm with noturnal vision. The figure saw him awake and tried to put him back asleep with a tranquilizer. The tranquilizer was a wooden needle with iron tip. The figure trotted like a dragon rather than a four-legged creature. He then came to Icestorm and sank the needle into his flesh in a fast way without the figure caring about bring any level of pain to the ice dragon. Icestorm spake, ''What the?'' in tone that made his speech sound like yelling. His supcision dropped and zonked out. As Zephyr, she was awake and restrained with the same instrument like Icestorm. A icicle planted by Icestorm was the only light source in the cavern. She then automonously sensed a being through the air. Was she not casted with the same spell as Icestorm. ''Your awake,'' a voice called out to her with a heavy emphaisis on an English accent than the other dragpns in the cave. ''Who is there!'' she exclaimed to the voice she realized as not belonging to Icestorm in solemn manner. ''Who am I? You'll find out when your dead;'' the voice said back to her. ''Icestorm! Icestorm! Icest--,'' she was cut out by the voice, ''He can't hear you now'' She felt that she went airborne, if she was carried by something or some one. Her 'carrier' was using the icicles planted by Icestorm to navigate through the network of caverns to get to the outside. She thought she shouldn't had slept there. She could use her power of air to knock her captors down, but the restraint. It couldn't be broken by her powers. She to sense something hard, but when she tried to knock the 2 captors with her powers her powers weren't working. She wasn't casted with trevredora, but something was stopping her elemental attacks. Though her power of controlling the air, Zephyria felt Icestorm. She wasn't the only captive.
  After a hour, they got out of the caverns and into the outside world. Zephyr's captor exited with feeling the location the 1st icicle Icestorm planted in the first cavern they were in. As they were out, Zephyr's captor was 4-winged black-scaled dragon with 2 ornamental sitver bracelets, two legs bows on his front legs and a iron helmet. THe leg bows on his front legs were small compared to his legs, about 1/8. The leg bows bear a similar color to his head, which was dark-tinged grey rather than a black. Compared to Icestorm's captor, their helmets were had a bit of rust on their iron. The differences of the two of them, were their size; Zephyr's captor wasa bit bigger than the other. As for Icestorm's captor, he had a set of two horns longer than the other and silver scales. He had dark gey scales on 3 of his legs. Zephyr's captor place Zephyr upside on the ground next to a wall on an evalated landmass. Icestorm's captor did the same thing. Soon, he said, ''You are the present child of your ancestors who had trespassed on our land which was supossed to be inhabited only by our people. The Creator will be angry, unless all trespasser-descendant are killed!'' he charged up a fire attack. Zephyr tried to manipulate the air, but it was no use. The fire engulfed her to her death. Angonized screams were heard from the dragoness. Next was the ice dragon. Icestorm was frozen to death through the black dragon's manipulation of Icestorm's elemental powers.
  The two dragons were dead, but were still existing as ghosts. As they woke up, Zephyr was greeted by her mother. Unlike Zephyria, she was scaled. She was like the ghost in İcestorm's dream; White.
''Where are we, Mother?''
''The spiritual world.''
''It looks like ours.''
''Because it is.''