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Windrush's blood burned hotter as they flew; he burned with a growing lust to
meet the Enemy and destroy him.
High and fast the dragons flew, and if those who had not fed were laboring
harder than those who had, it didn't show when Windrush glanced back. All he
saw in the sky behind him was a night full of fiery, battlehungry eyes. He
nodded in approval and pounded the air harder than ever before.
The realm shall tremble when dragons assemble to strike out of fear, with hope
nowhere near.
The One comes, the end comes, and who shall prevail?
Who knows where a friend Shall be found close and dear?
The Words reverberated in FullSky's mind.
His presence in the Dream Mountain was becoming more strained, as forces in
the underrealm shifted about with growing turbulence. Powers were gathering
everywhere. FullSky knew he could not remain here much longer. But surely
his role had not yet ended! The draconae were busy strengthening their
defenses against the Enemy's inevitable assault upon the dreamfires, upon the
binding and creative force that sustained all the life in the realm.
But what was he to do?
With the draconae, FullSky had watched helplessly as the Enemy had stolen the
power of the Deep Caverns; as he'd snatched the remaining lumenis-and the
Grotto Garden, with Treegrower and the egg; as he'd captured Jael at the Pool
of Visions. Now they watched as the dragons launched their desperate attack@n
attack with no hope of success, against a foe who was now aware of every move
that they made.
The Enemy must have delighted in letting the draconae witness his victories.
FullSky knew, as did the draconae, that their despair only fed the Enemy's
dark sorcery; but being aware of it was not enough to save them from it.
Jael's capture had discouraged them most of all.
Even they, with their prophecy, hadn't expected her to fall to the
Enemy before the final battle had even begun.
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It's not over yet, he'd told them. But his words had seemed hollow even to
him.
FullSky felt the underrealm quiver with the approach of battle, and he drew
his kuutekka close about him. Even if his presence here went unnoticed by the
Enemy, he had very little time left in which to do anything useful. His
strength was already drawn thin. His body, imprisoned in the Dark Vale, was
battered and tortured beyond healing;
and while he could draw some strength here from the draconae's power, he could
not be wholly divorced from the state of his physical body.
He had never expected to emerge from this struggle alive. But as long as he
still had some power to act, he was determined to make his presence count for
something.
Jael. He felt certain that his actions were meant to involve her.
But how? It did not seem that he could do anything more for
Windrush.
His last underrealm window for his brother had been a failed attempt to show
how the Dream Mountain had been captured, and how it might be freed. But who
had been missing from that picture? Jael.
And she was beyond help now.
Except, perhaps, through the underrealm ...
Bending his thought toward the draconae's underrealm window, FullSky probed
delicately, quietly, toward the place where he thought the rigger had been
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taken. If he was to do anything for her at all, he would have to be watchful
and shrewd indeed.
And he would have to be ready to give up to her the very last of his own
strength....
For WingTouch, in captivity, the pain was a constant, a sheet of fire within
his body. He had learned, to some extent, to ignore it; but he could not do
so altogether. The servants of the Enemy saw to that. At irregular
intervals, they came and taunted him, or changed the binding spell in some new
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