I was sitting nervously as I took little deep breaths. Diamond Shine was sitting next to me, and I was ready to cry. We were poking around my dragons stone, and it was burning. They were trying to remove it. I had said that if they didn't, that I would. I refuse to allow this place to be destroyed. Tears streamed down my face when I saw what was happening. it was just a magic laser focused on the skin around the stone, circling and cutting. I cried out and gripped the seat, clawing at my hair. I pulled, twisting my body a little as I cried loudly. I sobbed as Luna and Twilight restrained my arms and legs so I couldn't block the laser. I told them that no matter what I say, don't let me go. Midnight and Diamond Shine were huddling close together, with Midnight hiding their heads from seeing me with Midnight's wings. Their presence was enough to tell me they cared. I got another jolt of pain and I screamed, crying and kicking as hard as my restraints would let me. Celectia finally stopped, after an hour of trying to cut the thing out with magic.
"I can't do this any longer, we'll have to continue later." She looked sick and I was sitting still, sobbing like a baby as the burning slowly faded away. I felt my restraints slowly get released, one limb at a time, and I weakly curled up, sobbing. It was the third week in a row we'd been trying this, and despite their begging to stop, I was adamant about removing it. I wanted to be free from that stupid prophecy. It loomed over my head, every time I tried to move. I nodded and whimpered as I curled up, trying to soothe my muscles. I closed my eyes and groaned when I tried to stand. This session was particularly bad. We had been going for more than two whole hours, and we usually only go for 30 minutes. The reason we went for so long was because the stone reacted, pulling out of socket in my chest for a split second, in the most painful way one could have possibly felt. I had been getting weaker with every session, and this one nearly killed me. I was levitated up and onto the back of someone who could walk right.
"I'll get him a proper bath. You all go and try to rest, and we'll discuss what to do next." I felt my mind draw a blank. These words were nothing but meaningless babble to me. I gave no indication that I was ready to give in to the darkness that was cutting my vision. Who was even speaking at this point? Midnight? Diamond Shine? Twilight, maybe? I don't know. I just felt the micromovements of everything they did, feeling everything they did like I was the stone and they were me. I felt the heartbeat through their wings, I felt the fluff of their fur moving as we started to move. So that rules out Midnight. She hummed a little. My eyes were swollen shut from all the crying I did, and I had no want to open them. My throat was to dry and scratchy to talk. Instead I reached for the ears of whoever it was and I scratched, making them give a small surprised horse sound. She smiled and chuckled as I moved my hand back down from the painful strain, letting it go limp. It locked into place after that, totally and painfully straight.
"Alright, we're here... Can you move?" She knelt down and when I tried to move my leg from its locked up position, I cried out and sniffled. "I'll take that as a no, not avidly..." Her voice was warm and endearing. I felt a little warmth go through my body when I smiled. She hugged me with her wing. This has to be Celectia.
I felt my body lowered to the ground, and set gently on a warm pillow, making me groan when I felt my muscles relax in the slightest way at the heat. I felt my body get lighter as the clothes were removed down to my shorts. I heard water start to fill the tub, and the scent of soap was filling the room. She was working on something, because she was letting out a small grunt as she was working. I smelled the scent of lavender, and my muscles relaxed even more. I was able to move a little, just a few inches. I felt my body lift up off the ground. I was lowered into the water as slow as she could. She was being as gentle as she could, seeing how tightly I was curled up to ease the pain of straining. She let me sit in the tub for a few minutes, enough to make me relax. My eyes were still swollen shut.
"Alright, Savra... L-lets um... Work on your... Coat." She was referring to my hair, I could tell. She was being as gentle as she could, never handling a creature like me before. She used her magic to feel for rough and tense spots, and I groaned as she applied a little pressure there. She poured water over my head, and I was left to relax in the warm water for a few minutes while she read a book aloud to me. Something about how their language works, so I could be educated by their standards. My eyes never opened, and my vocal cords were blown from the screaming. I was weak. I was so weak, even by my own standards. I started to get tired, and before I knew it, I was asleep.
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I heard sobbing in the distant darkness. I saw, hunched over a glowing flame, a woman of my kind, bent over the glow of a flame, sobbing like I did when I tried to rip out the stone. I stopped a few feet from her. I watched her, and felt wave after wave of nauseating sadness. She was holding something closer to her.
I stepped closer and I saw, she was crying tears of blood from her eyes. She had been crying for so long, that she started to cry blood.
"Please... Pleaaaase bring him back to me... Pleaaase don't let him die... Please don't let him diiie..." She rocked in circles as she chanted through sobs, and I felt my pwn tears start to form. I dropped to my knees and held her, making her wrack with even more sobbing as she leaned into my body.
"W-who is he?"
She lifted her face to look me in the eyes, and I felt my stomach sink.
"The one you see in your visions of the past... They took him away..." I felt tears of my own sprout up, and I looked at her. She was sobbing more as she noticed me going pale. I realized that this wasn't just some woman. This was the dragon lordess. She was in my dreams, looking like me, sobbing until she was bloody- in the literal sense. She was just mourning.
Mourning the death of her husband...
For thousands of years.
"Stone... Take me away from her and to the Dragon Lord. I'm going to speak to him."
And so it was set in stone my decision.