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A New Beginning: Surprise Package

Colab between Drakdrake0 :icondarkdrake0: and me :iconshadowfaller:
Based on Surprise Package setting, venture into Timeline 16; 2033. A virus has turned half of humanity into Dragons and carriers of it, while the remaining and unaltered half is vulnerable to it's adverse effect; Blood Thirst.
When worlds collide, Lt. Shane Smith will have his weirdest day ever, and Blake Indigo will find something that has been erased from reality.

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Hunter's Moon

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Welcome to Terra, a world where technology has advanced to the point where interstellar travel is commercially available, where creatures of myth and fantasy exist along side humans and aliens, magic runs wild in the streets, and reaching for the stars is as simple as boarding a ship...

And a place where the flaws of humanity still exist.

It comes to no surprise that people find out werewolves exist. What does is how they became werewolves in the first place, why they were hunted down. And how they were reclaimed their humanity, at the price of their human forms.


Chapter One: Jumper

“You listen to me you sorry excuse for a multicellular organism. You killed those people to put my acquaintance in a frame. Your either incredibly brave, or clinically stupid. I don’t care which. All I care about is that I’m going to beat you to half to death with your own limbs, cut out your liver with a spoon, shove your heart up your ass and decorate the town with your entrails. And I’ll make sure you stay alive though the whole experience.

“I’m going to call back. The girl is going to answer. My first question ‘Are you hurt?’ If she answers yes, or if I even think she’s lying, I vanish, and you won’t even see me coming until it’s too late. Why? Because it’s in my nature. If your not scared now, then I know your clinically stupid.”

The line went dead.

Kathryn Stoic looked at the phone confused, while her kidnappers looked at it scared. In the past week she’s known that kid… no. She didn’t know him at all. The same kid that didn’t even flinch when a werewolf grows out of frustration, remained clam when her best friend was on fire, got along with everyone but the resident jerk. He just threatened a man who helped a serial killer escape a federal prison, and sided with Fletcher.

‘Who are you?’ Kathryn asked a very determined boy only days earlier in the woods. His face then turned from stoic to entertained in a blink of an eye.

‘Blake Steorra.’ He answered smoothly.

‘I know that.’

‘Then why did you ask?’

‘What’s a commonwealth agent? Is that an Australian fed?’

‘No. A Commonwealth Agent’s jurisdiction is a lot larger then a fed’s.’

She wanted to press the subject, but never got the chance. Ever since those new kids came to Heartland, normalcy was but a distant sweet memory.

One Week Earlier…

He let the neck tie hang around his neck, the knot hang just below a stainless steel ankh that hung from a chain, and an emerald tie clip securing it to purple shirt with the outline of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. It was tucked into a pair of green, camo patten cargo pants with a magnetic black leather belt and stainless steel buckle. Over his attire was a black button up shirt with a silver, seven point star pin on the collar.

The duster was hanging behind the door of his closet, but it was like losing a second skin. It had been his armour, and companion though out his long life. He scrutinised his appearance further, steel grey eyes that held almost ancient wisdom, nordic pale skin that refused to pick up colour, brown hair that was constantly messy and windswept, and sharp cheekbones that gave his face a gaunt and thin shape. He traced a finger down his left check, down a thin, discoloured line that went from his forehead, crossing his eyelid, and down to his chin, almost invisible to casual observers.

Hanging from the sun visor was his I-Dent card, declaring the owner to be Juvenile Commonwealth Agent, Blake Steorra, Caucasian Human + Fairy, residing in Sydney, born on 27th of June, 29 Commonwealth Era. Human. He described the word as an insult to his very existence, but at the same time, allowed himself to define it. Adventurous, noble, enduring, determined, resourceful…

Cruel… Capable of monstrous things…

And capable of becoming something monstrous.

His digi-Pilot beeped, reminding him of why he was here and now. He lifted the visor back into place, took his phone from the console, his backpack from the passenger seat, and opened the door, leaving the metallic black Subaru Impreza, opening the hatch to retrieve his ‘luggage’ from the car. Closing the hatch, he then turned his attention on possible bystanders. When none could be found, he shifted his attention to the wrist mounted computer, and with a series of commands on it’s touchscreen, the car beeped, and began to rapidly fold up on to itself until a purple sphere, no larger then a tennis ball, remained. He just picked up the ball, and dropped it into the larger pocket of his backpack before making his way towards a sign that read ‘Heathland North High School; Go Wovles’ lit up in the early morning dark with a cartoon humanoid wolf in full football kit and a banner decorating the Heathland Wolves to be the State Champions of 2014.

It was a noise that made him stop. In a blink of an eye, he drawed a weapon. At first it was a stainless steel sword hilt with an onyx gem in the pommel, and in a flash of purple light, the cross-guard extended out, and a blade of obsidian like black crystal extended out a full yard, the waxing near full moonlight gleaming of it’s point.

The boy’s eyes dared what ever it was to make a move.

A cat ran from the bush, a bell connected to it’s collar ringing as it ran down the main road. Blake sighed as the blade retreated back into the hilt and the cross guard fold back in. The hilt was returned to the inside pocket of his over-shirt before he continued on his way.

Heathland, Washington. It was one of those small towns where everyone knew everyone, with only two major sources of income. The mine and the federal prison. The area is rich in coal, which is the primary resource used to generate electricity on the planet, though the town’s major source of power is the Skyline Dam, that was built sixty years ago. Then there’s the prison, some ten miles or sixteen kilometres down the main road from the high school.

There has been a resent escape, a serial killer by the name George Madison, nicknamed the Seattle Butcher by the press, vanished from his cell last week. First he was there, then he vanished by morning. Almost as if he vanished into thin air. A passing teenager knew better however. Glenn Kame could count on his claws the number of ways a man could vanish without a trace. Matter to Data conversion, teleports, diminutional shifting… a that’s before you factor in the arcane. He’s heard of every scientific method of vanishing acts from Clair Weli’sol, his steady girlfriend and mate, with contributions from Blake, Zane and Joey until the alpha lycan called for a stop during movie night before the resident mage had more to say. Thankfully, Jamie agreed with Glenn and kept her contributions to herself.

At least until she is certain her arts are involved.

In the meantime, here he was in the parking lot of Heartland North High School, leaning on his modified electric blue charger, waiting in the cool summer morning. The sun had yet to rise, and already bus bay was bustling with sophomores and junior students, chatting animatedly in their little clicks, their luggage by their side, heading into the school proper, passing though metal detctors.

Summer Camp. Glenn scoffed at the two words. The reason he was even going was because of a fault in reality. Still, it’s been a while since he felt like an actuarial teenager, rather then a secret agent pretending to be a teenager. He had to be at least a decade or two older then he looked, thanks to a mixture of dimension jumping and anti-aging medication. He looked in the side mirror of his charger, his amber eyes looking back, along with the Ta Moko on the right side of his face, the chiseled spiral tattoo, part of his Maori heritage was a reminder of where he came from. And even if it wasn’t visible in his ‘wolf form,’ it’s chiseled textures could still be felt under his fur. He could remember the day he got it. The day his sixteenth birthday.

“Excuse me sir.” He heard someone call out. “I’ve lost my werewolf. You wouldn’t happen to have seen him.”

Glenn turned to see a brown haired boy with grey eyes with a grin that said ‘Do it, I dare you.’

“He’s about eight foot tall, two hundred and seventy pounds. Plays guitar, drives that exact car. You know, he’s not going to like you leaning on his paint job.”

“You’re looking at him princess.” Glenn chuckled.

“You better be, or I’m going to turn you inside out for the princess remark.” There was a hint of malice in his voice that made Glenn flinch. In all honesty, he could if he wanted to. Hell, Glenn saw first hand the unleashed power of a half fae. No mercy. No control. Just pure, unbridled rage. He laughed, a genuine laugh knowing he was likely one of a few people who could get away with calling him that with a little more then a punch to the shoulder, or flick to his ear.

“I thought Clair would be with you.” Blake pointed out.

“She’s driving too.” Glenn reminded. “Remember. She needs the Nissan for her equipment.”

“Right. I remember offering the glade… You’re the only one here?”

“Zane went to stretch his wings ten minutes ago. Koraian’s already inside. Jamie said she would be riding herself up there. And Parker…” Glenn was interrupted by a large pickup driving past and parking next to the Charger.

“Isn’t coming?” Blake finished.

“He’s coming.” Glenn growled. “Clair has to wait for him to make sure the private branch is working. Something about the firewall.”

“I get…” There was a high pitched screech as… Blake guessed was someone keying someone else’s car. Both boys turned to see Jacob Fletcher, smiling with his dirty, discoloured teeth in plain sight. Blake grimaced as he knew what was about to happen next.

“Sweet Emergency.” He cursed as he grabbed the collar of Glenn’s shirt in an attempt to stop him from murdering a kid.

“You Jerk! I’ll kill you for that! I’ll rip your bloody throat out!” Blake tuned out the rest of the snarling teen’s threats and insults.

“Glenn. Calm down. You’ll just satisfy his need to entertain himself.” Blake tried to reason with his enraged friend. Somewhere in the back of his head, he hoped he wouldn’t need to knock him out before he really lost control.

He was already beginning to change. Blake cursed as he watched the fine hair on his neck begin to multiply, while his neck was thickening…

“Glenn. Get a hold of yourself.” Blake hissed as the Lycan continued to swipe at the smiling boy, glad it was too dark to see the multiplying hair or swelling limbs…

“Hey!” There was a shout. Blake prayed to what ever deity would listen to him that it wouldn’t be a native. They went unanswered as Blake watched a group of letterman jacket wearing students approach them. The moment Jacob saw them, he ran off, with two of the jocks on his heel. Blake however decided enough was enough, reached into his inside pocket and pulled out a small pouch. He placed the pouch in Glenn’s face. The effect was almost immediate…

Glenn fell forward in pure euphoria as the transformation practically reached full swing, no longer rage induced, but drug induced. Blake followed, unable to hold up the rapidly changing lycanthrope. He sprung upright and straightened his clothes and various jewellery he wore. Even taking a moment to check that his eyes weren't glowing a vivid bright purple.

“You guys okay.” One of the remaining jocks asked.

“Yeah. Just remembering that it’s illegal to kill people.” Blake said rapidly.

“Uh, Dude. Your going to need a new paint job.” The other, more chubby kid informed them, but nether have noticed Glenn’s disappearance, just a lingering sense of Deja vu in the air. Blake had walked around to inspect the paint.

“How in the name of Stars Above did he manage to scratch that in a few seconds?!” Blake demanded.

“Dude. It’s Jacob. His mission in life is to make even the teachers think twice about coming to school.” The chubby one pointed out. Blake had to work hard to remember their names. He had only meet them once before at the football rally last week. The whole town turned out for that.

He then recalled the Football Team Caption’s name, Mike Rodgers, who had now become aware of the missing boy. “Where’s Kame?”

“Joined the chance with your friends… Cherry Cola and… Tom Cruise Fan.” Blake wished he had something to beat himself half to death with. He had a terrible head for names. “He’ll turn up.”

“He left this behind.” Mike pointed out as he held up… a ring, made from a custom stainless steel alloy that held a high concentration of chromium, along with a hint of silver and mana, cooled rapidly, with three small diamonds deciding the ring into three equal segments, and in between the segments a black crystal, the same his sword was created from.

The ring’s twin sat on Blake’s on left hand until he pulled it off and slipped it into his pocket. In fact, it was one of eight Blake had created for himself and his friends, each of them holding a peace of his core.

He also noticed something about the ring in Mike’s hand.

It was glowing a vivid purple.

There is only one reason a ring would glow in Mike’s grip. Blake cursed in mandarin, and for good measure, Native South Treasuren, Evergladian, High Elven, Contemporary Latin, Greek, Spanish, Germain, Japanese, French, Arabic, and any language he could think was in his grasp, even managing to curse out loud in Dragontongue before something interrupted his long string of mental curses.

The engine of a Triumph Daytona 675 rev though the early morning. It’s rider, clad in synthesised dragon hide leather and a full motorcycle helmet, turned into the school’s parking lot and pulled up behind the charger. She pulled off the helmet and let her mahogany brown hair spill out over her shoulders. She did not look happy.

Jan’ti “Jamie” Sw’et was for the best part an early riser. Mostly, it was a required trait for Sun Elf Farmers to wake up at the crack of dawn to tend to their fields. She retained that trait though out her training as a mage and into her employment at the Arcane Collage in Sydney, and her work as a Juvenile Commonwealth Agent, dealing with crimes of various natures, including the arcane. Her element and craft.

It also tended to call for undercover work on earths, parallel to her new home of Terra in an effort to protect it. Recently, it hadn’t been going overly well. This was because of her hobby. Often, she would find herself going though old alchemical recipes and replicated them to see what worked. It also helped with identifying potions on the Inter-diminutional Black Market. Except for one little vial labelled in an ancient draconic script she was unfamiliar with. Short of getting someone to drink and, and observing the effects, there was little she could do in identifying the vial’s contents.

Now the vial was missing.

She had left it in her library in Blake’s Glade, only to need to entertain an unexpected guest, one of the stoners had overdosed on something and Koriaian needed to detox him rapidly. Somehow, between leaving it in the library to help with overdose, and returning sixteen hours later, the vial was missing, and the Glade’s wards were undisturbed. Had to have been someone who was welcomed by the Glade, a list that included her, and a number of people.

She was very distraught, but none the less, still had the script to go on, and her sources and translation charms were forcing her to research the topic more widely. But a week of research and nothing to show for it. She considered one of her contacts in the Arcane Collage, or elsewhere in the Physical Realms.

She would have to consider her options while they were at summer camp, pretending to be ordinary human teenagers while investigating a possible breach in reality. A week in this town already told her that the population was afraid of something.

Something in the shadows.

She turned into the school parking lot with her customary expression of unhappiness to see the most percale speckle. Blake standing next to the charger with two… what did they call the game again? Not Rugby, the other name. Baseball? Or is that what they call cricket in america? She called them baseball's for the moment. One of them was holding an Obsidianite Ring. It was glowing.

“Have we got a problem gentleman?” She asked. She noticed Blake was missing his ring. “What is he doing with your ring Blake?”

“Yeah. That’s mine.” Blake pointed out. “Thanks mate.” He held out a hand and the boy placed the ring in his palm. The boy nodded to Jamie.

“Sweet ride.” He pointed out.

“Thank you.” Jamie nodded.

“Where’s your luggage?” Asked a boy she didn’t notice until now.

“On its way. Where is Glenn?”

“About to kill someone for putting his name and two body parts in the same sentence.” Blake said while winking.

“Really?” Jamie questioned walking over to where Blake was standing. “He is going to… Holy Hungus.”.

“Yep.” Blake popped.

“Who spells head with an ‘i’? Fletcher? Really?” Her only answer was silence.

“We should get going.” One of the ‘Baseballers’ pointed out as two of his friends came back, having long lost Fletcher, but even he needed to come back at some point before they departed. Someone very powerful in the Education Department decided to make this year’s trip a compulsory part of their curriculum.

“Go on ahead. We’re still waiting for Clair and Joey, and I think Zane is somewhere.” Blake waved off, noticing that Mike had a limp as he walked away. And there were fewer students outside, so few that they heard someone make a touchdown landing behind them.

“What did I miss?” The orange dragon asked them.

“Just some minor details.” Blake answered as he snapped his fingers. His eyes flashes a vivid purple as the familiar sense of deja vu washes over the three of them.

The dragon managed to see the message carved into the paint before the flecks of paint returned to their original spot and joined together. It was like nothing happened.

In reality, nothing did.

“Your technique is almost flawless.” Jamie pointed out to her pupil. “Only a hair out of place.”

“My hair’s always like that.” Blake complained as his eyes returned to their steel grey colour before he turned to the eight foot tall dragon with burnt orange scales, wearing teal hoodie, and a pair of brown jeans, both with additional sleeves for his wings and tail. “Good early morning flight?”

“You should try it some time.” The dragon said lightly, with a smile on his half muzzle. Blake rolled his eyes at the crack at his fairy heritage.

“I’ll take that under advisement while you find a nice princess to kidnap.” Blake grumbled. “Actually, better idea Zane. Help me with wolf boy then you two can go terrorise some villages.”

“Wait. What did happen to Glenn?” Jamie asked. Her question was answered by Blake opening the back door. A large black werewolf spilled out from the back seat, remains of Glenn’s blue shirt still hanging feebly around his arms and torso. His cargo pants however had resisted the change, by design rather then luck.

Jamie spotted a familiar looking pouch in his claws. The smell coming from it almost burnt her nostrils. She was well aware of what it was. Silver Poppy. She retrieved the pouch from his claws and closed it.

“You drugged him?” Zane questioned.

“It was either that or let an enraged werewolf tear apart someone’s throat. And I know he’ll never forgive himself.” Blake answered. “And he was shifting anyway. There, there. Just let those lycanthrope neuroses just ooze on out of you.”

“So who’s going to wake him up?” Zane asked.

Heartland Hunters: Ch 1
Three Guesses Who.

Another Inter-diemntional mystery for Blake, the Town of Heartland, colourful, quite and it's youth are about to get a shake up. Between the stoners finding something they shouldn't have, werewolf hunters in the sheriff's department, a demonic ritual, a girl playing with fire and an escaped convict, things are only getting started.

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Chapter six: The Chaos Fae and the Sleeping Dragon

Young had delivered everything she had requested. The nanite kit, venom from the golems, blood from the specimen. She stirred the mixture until it became clear. There were days when people would call her a genius, but tonight, she lived up to that title. Synthesising a gene-slave from a nero-paralyser, and some bargain basement microbots, in an environment only remotely resembling a lab, and all under the gun of a mad man.

But she wasn’t done yet. She still needed to give the gene-slave to the almost too far gone Stella when the man thought it was for him. She eyed the remaining nero-paralyser with a smirk. Then she turned to the nearly full dragoness, her body no longer resembling anything human, now a large reptile out of myth and legend, and Eternity’s history.

“I’m going to need more distilled water.” She said.

“Why?” Young demanded.

“To dilute the formula. You can’t take it all at once or your heart will explode and you’ll die mid transformation.” She answered smoothly, not braking eye contact, steady and unnerved. She knew what was at stake.

Young turned his back to her. When he did, she took out one of her throwing knives and coated the nero-paralyser over the silver edge, careful not to let her skin come in contact with the thick, vicious liquid, like scooping up honey. When Young turned back, with the bottle of diluted water in hand she hid the knife behind her back, letting him come close. Predatory instinct left long dormant by evolution turning her species into the prey flared as Young reached across the table to hand her the water, only for her knife to slice across his arm.

The toxin worked immediately. His expression of shock vanished as he fell across the table. Clair had the foresight to rescue the beaker that held the gene-slave before it was crushed by the collapsing scientist. She then rushed over to Stella’s side and gently nudged her awake. 

“Stella! Stella! Wake up Stella!” Clair hissed.

“No. No school. I’m too tired.” The dragoness responded sleepily.

“Stella! I need you to drink this.” Clair pushed. “It’ll make you fell better. I hope.” Her confidence was waning thin, considering the conditions she had to synthesise this under. “Open wide.”

The large maul opened as wide as the owner could muster. She poured the beaker in without a second thought. It closed and she heard the maul’s contents get swallowed in one loud gulp. She then checked her pupil… only to find an almost human sky blue eye. She was regaining her human traits. She hoped the gene-slave wouldn’t take long, they needed to get out of here, preferably before any of the zombified humans found their way into the temple’s alter room.

She crouched behind the makeshift table, knife in hand, and the opening reflected in the crystal suspended in the centre of the wall before her.

As they tracked across the tundra towards the central dome, Julian couldn’t help but feel the tingle of the snow between his claws, the frigid wind on his scales, it felt rather comforting to be in the cold. The tension just seemed to vanish if not for the idea that he was carrying an ‘Black hole generator’ with instructions not to tilt it.

“You sure it’s safe?” Julian asked.

“As houses unless it’s gone past it’s use by date.” Blake answered. “Which is…” He stopped trying to recall something. “November twenty twelve.”

“But it’s two thousand and twenty four.” Julian said worried.

“Then while I still have the chance, it was nice knowing you guys.” Blake said smiling. Glenn chuckled and Jenny just shock her head.

Inside, Julian could see the damage. It looked like someone had tried to put the main radio unit back together with duck tape and rubber bands, and skateboarded though the lab, with a flamethrower. When they got to the digsite elevator, Julian pulled off the retina scanner panel and hot-wired the two exposed wires together.

“That’s it?” Glenn asked.

“It’s a closed environment.” Julian answered as the doors opened. “It’s basically there just to log personal going in and out.” Inside, he felt claustrophobic and cramped. He was bigger then his pervious human form, the one he was accustomed to for sixteen years. He noticed every time he needed to address Blake, he needed to look down, and Blake always rotated his head in a way that he felt like he wasn’t looking up at him, but rather meeting him eye to eye, the simulated sense of equality cracked the barrier that appeared when he changed. As the elevator descended, he could help but ask a question.

“Then what?”

“Oh.” Blake said, looking towards Julien with his steel grey eyes. “I still have a lot of tricks up my sleeves.” Julian flinched from the flash of vivd purple.

Had to be a trick of the light. He thought. But then again…

The elevator slowed to a stop. The doors opened to reveal a wall of ice, with a few meters of open space between them. They stepped out into the cavan and the complex of tunnels.

“This place is huge.” Jenny commented. “Thankfully they used standard protocol, dig out a cross patten of trenches, or tunnels until they find what they’re looking for.”

“Too bad they found it.” Glenn growled. “Hopefully they stopped after that.”

“Let’s spit up.” Blake instructed, producing a sword hilt from his duster pocket. “And light footsteps guys. There could be zombies wandering around. Knock them out only.”

“Won’t be a problem.” Glenn said cracking his knuckles. With the growl laced in his voice, it was enough to make Julian jump. Jenny just held up a machine rifle displaying a knob on the side. She twisted it and it made a high pitch wine. They then went down different directions of the tunnel, Blake and Julian taking one end, Glenn and Jenny the other.

“You ever fired one of these before?” He showed Julian a rather bulky handgun. “It has isomorphic nero-receptors in the grip. Just concentrate on the target and shot. Gun and bullets will do the rest. And stay behind me.” Julian nodded but eyed the sword hilt with a sense of unease.

“And that?” He asked.

In response, the cross guard extended, a purplish crystal extending out. Then a blade made from the same purplish crystal exploded out, a sharp two edged blade glowing with a strange warm and uncomfortable light that seemed to energise him. Something about this crystal edge was made to inspire fear in those the wielder was against, and bolster confidence in those who stood with him. And with sword in hand and a Russian made assault rifle by his side, Blake took the lead and Julian followed close behind.

They didn’t need to walk for long.

Ten minutes. Thats how long it took for Stella to reduce into a tall, slender almost wavy figure of a dragon, and more human proportions, what was the word they used? Anthromorpthic? The upside is that she would atleast be more manageable in terms of getting her out of this place, and maybe her retina scan would be valid again.

“Clair?” She moaned opening her eye.

“Hey.” She soothed. “It’s alright.” She heard another noise, a moan.

“What happened?” She heard Young say. “Where… where am I?” Clair turned towards the source of the voice, watching the man try to stand upright and… confused?

Her eyes widened when she figured it out.

It was almost amazing. The Temple of the Frost Emperor. If Julian had to compare it to anything on earth, it would have to be the pyramids of Giza, made of limestone and diamond. It stood in the cavernous room, still half berried in the ice with a small collection of catwalks and lifts webbing around the structure. And above it, was a giant white dragon, it’s jaw looming over the peak of the structure.

“Our friend Kaltor’le, at the hight of his power.” Blake whispered.

“Damn.” Julian half gasped. The pyramid was big in it’s own right, but the dragon dwarfed it under it’s shadow. “He’s huge.”

“Occupational hazard.” Blake shot back. “Sitting on a throne for a long time, you’re bound to put on a few kilos. That’s what I’m more interested in.” He pointed to a large jewel imbedded in the wall of the pyramid. “The Ice Heart reborn.”


“It was destroyed in the Spring Dawn Rebellion. But artefacts that powerful don’t just stay smithereened forever. They’ll reform over time. And it has the power to plunge the entire planet into a permafrost. Come on.” He gestured to a nearby lift. “We need to find Clair, and Stella, and the Professor and we need to send this place into oblivion.”

“There’s a remote control for the lifts, but I don’t know where it is.” Julian whispered. “Without it, someone is going to have to work the controls manually.” Blake nodded.

Julian stood on the lift as Blake worked the controls. The hydraulics gave a loud hiss as the platform rose… into the waiting hands of two GSO zombies.

“Shit! Stay the hell away from me!” Julian roared as they grabbed him. Apparently, what ever spell they were under, had made them a lot more durable. Julian slashed at them, dropping his gun but they got his limbs and dragged him away. But not without one of them dropping something in the process.

For Blake, he was lucky that the controls were in their blind spot, but even more fortunate when the remote for the lift mechanism fell at his feet. Less could be said for Julian as Blake watched the boy get hauled on to one of the lifts by one zombie while the other hit a button on the control panel. He summoned the elevator platform down to get himself up to the first level of catwalks, and found an alternative route that took him behind the zombie still behind and patrolling, or looking for him. It was easy enough to sneak around him, it was like he wasn’t even listening. Or maybe the thing controlling him was more focused on something else.

He pointed the inferred controller towards the controls and he rose upwards with a collection of hiss. He reached the peak, to find that there was someone standing over the alter.

“Professor Lagunov, there you are.” Blake called out to the figure standing before the remains of the pure white giant dragon emperor, frozen at the moment of his death, still trapped in the ice. “I was beginning to think the golems…” She turned, and Blake saw what he failed to notice before.

Her face was pushed out into a black scaled muzzle with sharp teeth. Her features had become draconic, including her feet, now free of boots, but her clothes were still on, probably uncombable on her tail that was poking down her trouser leg, and her wings hadn’t grown out, yet. She smiled, as her party finally released the trap had sprung around him.

“There you are my little half fairy.” Zoya hissed, her forked tongue poking out of her muzzle.

“That’s an interesting look for you Professor.” Blake said. “Among a circle of friends, I can tell you that scales are in style. And practical too, never need to wash them, just wax them once a week.”

“Are you trying to be funny Black Star?” Blake visibly grimaced at the mention of his true name.

“Just a little light humour to brake the ice. Speaking of, you’ve been doing a lot of it Zoya.” Blake said coldly. “Or would you prefer Atianc the Glaser? Julian didn’t just come down here because he was curious. You made it easy for a teenage boy to enter the dig site, and you made sure he would get your mate’s blood into his system. But where does the pathogen come into all of this?”

“Where do you think? An emperor cannot rule an empire without subjects. While this world does not have the technology yours pride itself in having, they still have enough to create a neo-gentic virus that can infect an entire species in weeks, and when the first dragon emerges from it’s pathetic human body weeks later, it’ll be too late.”

“So you make the virus mutate so it doesn’t change the population immediately, just incubate and infect the cells.” Blake concluded. “Then when the entire population been infected, the first cell’s incubation period closes and triggers that change, you’ve certainly been busy in Moscow.”

“That’s not all. Did you not think it suspicious that the destress signal was received by your office during the ad brake of your favourite reality show?”

“I do now. Who are you working with Atianc?” Blake demanded.

“All in due time. If you survive.”

“What, you’re going to test the virus on me? I’m sure who ever you’re working with told you that I have a quantum genetic lock.”

“No. You recall the girl Stella?”

“You’re the one who claimed she came in contact with your discovery. When in reality, she was your lab rat!” Blake was no longer clam, his anger slipped. His eyes flashed purple with rage.

“She’ll have a place by my side when we take this world. Even if all eight billion do not survive the change, I still anticipate that one in every twenty will survive to see the new age. An empire of a billion young dragons.”

“Well you obviously don’t need me so I’ll collect my friends, and be off.” He turned, for the exit to be blocked by a pair of larger, almost gargantuan dragon golems. “Or not.”

“I am not letting you go this easily Black Star. Resurrecting my mate will take more life force then this world can muster.” Atlianc interjected. Julian began to stir visibly, Blake hoped he wouldn’t wake up.

“So that’s what you need me for.” Blake muttered.

“The life-force of even a half fairy will suffice, but you and I both know that your core is unstable. A star next to your heart, a ticking time bomb just waiting to explode. Centuries of meditation and training in the arcane arts has allowed you to keep it tame.”

“And you’ll also know that if I summon that much power from my life-force, it’ll incinerate me form the inside.”

“And if you don’t…” She stepped aside where Julian was bound to the alter with the giant dragon’s open muzzle baring down over him. In Blake’s state of shock, a golem ran up and pulled the bottle housing Kaltor’le’s soul from Blake’s pocket. “I will use Julian’s body to house my mate’s sprit and mind.” She took a bottle from the golem. “I have the alter prepared already.” She picked up a tooth that sat on the side of the alter. “Just sink the tooth into the back of his neck, and he’ll have Kaltor’le strength of ages. Just brake the vial over the wound, and he’ll returned to his majestic form.

“It’s your choice Black Star.” She hissed as she lifted the tooth over the boy’s neck and…

“I’ll do what ever you want.” Blake said, his voice betraying the slightest hit of guilt, knowing that what he had done earlier would eventually be undone, and that many would share his fate. And many more would die unless… “Just leave him alone. And let him go.”

Unless he could trick her. He hoped his voice would carry.

Blood of Dragons - Ch 6
It's been a while for this story, I know. I'm sorry. But we are close to a climax.

Chapter five: Blood of Dragons - Ch 5
I'm not sure if everyone knows about this, but I was told that it made international headlines by the continuous coverage. I just want to get my thoughts down. Yesterday morning, seventeen hostages were taken in a cafe on Martian Place by a lone gunman. This morning, it was... resolved doesn't seem like the best word to use, but here I am using it as I am disheartened by reading that two hostages had to die because of this man's trusted views of Islam.
Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson, innocent lives, died described as heroes, taken from their loved ones too soon.
I am also equally disheartened, and more disgusted to hear that because of the actions of a few, painting an angry picture against a peaceful religion, and good community. I am also proud to see that a message of unity and tolerance drowned out the anger and hate.
My thoughts, and many others are with the families and friends of those innocents who died that morning, and those who were in feared for their lives because of the actions of this lone man. And I close with this promise;
I will support freedom of religion. I will support those who follow Islam freely. I will not listen to the words of anger, fear or hate. And I will not support terrorism in any form. And I hope that my peers will hold me to this promise.

Anyone depressed by this rant, have a joke that might fix that.

It was a beautiful Monday Morning when I found that I had slept in, and I was late for class. I got dressed, grabbed a bottle of iced coffee, and ran for the bus stop. Only problem was, I took a wrong turn and got lost. Thanks to my trusty iPhone, I found my destination, ran in to the class room. "Sorry sir." I told the teacher. "I slept in, and I got a little lost." I took a seat and the teacher walked up to my table.
"You still are. This is a restaurant."
That explained where my terminal went and why I started writing in my notebook with a fork.
  • Listening to: Avril Lavigne
  • Reading: Horenn League Brochure
  • Watching: Local News (Not much else to watch)
  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
  • Eating: I'm still considering that.
  • Drinking: Coke flavoured Milk


Blake Archibald Indigo Steorra
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Species: Caucasian Human/Sun Elf Hybrid with Fire Fae and Rose Vampire Heritage.
Occupation: Time Traveler/Commonwealth Agent(Interminstery Office of Special Projects)
Likes: Karate, Arcane Spellcraft, Rugby, Exotic Worlds, the occasional anti-grav speedway.
Dislikes: People causing the big problems in the worlds, almost always white humans
Current Location: Nightingale Estate, Ashfield, Australia, Terra.
Method of Contact: Though this site, or the fae, Skype or Subspace communications.
Email address:
Steam Name: ShadowFaller

Favourite Quotes:
"Normal is Relative to Reality."
"I can't see the future, I just work there."
"And here I was, thinking it was going to be another dull decade."
"This is so simple, even a monkey can do it. Guess I better have at it then."
"BA... *Coughs* Ok. I've spent way too much time with dragons."
"It's one thing to see something inhuman as a monster though ignorance. It's another to do so out of appearance alone."
"I'm convinced stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed."

About me: In short, I'm a Psychopath, and experienced in spy-craft and warfare. My Best friend is a werewolf, my lab partner is an alien, my gym partner is a dragon, and I share my house with two sun elves and a two thousand year old vampire who moonlights as a doctor.
This is a special announcement brought to you by the Save The Humans Foundation. Please give the gift of Common Sense to these rather neurotic, paranoid and stupid individuals this year who, every year, die or cause the deaths of those around them because of their own bloody negligence, though Idiocy has never been used as the official cause of death.
  • Listening to: Evermore
  • Reading: How To Hate Everyone Without Really Trying
  • Watching: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries
  • Playing: Pokemon Omega Ruby
  • Eating: BRAINS!!! *Cough* Sorry
  • Drinking: Tastes Like Chicken!




Rawr. Haven't heard from you in a while.... You OK?
Thu Jan 16, 2014, 9:49 AM
I heard someone say bacon... where's the bacon?
Thu Aug 29, 2013, 3:28 AM
BA... con... Thank the empty heavens no one was around to hear that.
Fri Apr 5, 2013, 1:41 AM
Ahem. I have bacon!
Fri Mar 1, 2013, 6:44 PM
Thu Jan 24, 2013, 4:59 PM


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