//------------------------------// // Abnormalities and Healing // Story: Spike: The Last Draconian // by Maneiac //------------------------------// Dameion “AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” I shot up from the...cot? What the? Where am I? Why am I on a cot and surrounded by medical...ohhh~! That’s right! I was knocked unconscious after...passing out. I couldn’t count that as a loss, not with me having limited knowledge about my opponents abilities.         “Well look who’s finally awake! How ya feeling, buddy?” A voice caught my attention as I turned my head to inspect its point of origin. Arma was sitting on a wooden chair next to my cot. I raised an eyebrow at her surprisingly casual attire. And by casual...I meant whore. She was dressed like a harlot from head to toe! She had nothing but a bra and panties on! My mouth was getting ready to crush my royal jewels from the sheer velocity of its plummet. The fact that a dragoness had come into my room while I was asleep...half naked...no. Ohhh no! “Y-you didn’t.” I stuttered nervously as she propped her head up near my side with her elbows. Her face was the very picture of bewilderment. “Didn’t what? You’re not making any sense.” She paused before laying a red claw against my forehead, causing me to stutter like an idiot and blush very aggressively. “‘Sure you’re feeling alright Mister Prince?” That snapped me out of my stuttering sessions. I truly believe that Arma is the only one that takes my...wait a minute. Why does my head feel so light!? I shot both my claws up to my droopy ears and fondled the furiously, searching for the items that confirm my royal standing. Arma was not too happy about my sudden movement, for it sent her reeling back and toppling out of her chair. I barely noticed as I sighed in satisfaction, fondling the earrings and the orb around my chest. A low growl from the side of my king-sized cot snapped me out of my reverie in an instant. “Hey you asshat! That hurt!” I’ve never seen something as large as Arma move so fast! I nearly jumped out of my scales when Arma jumped her way onto my bed, presenting me with the most diabolic glare that I’ve ever seen...ever. “You better apologize right now because if I wasn’t there, you would have gotten yourself smoked by...What are you looking at?” Her rampage of a rant suddenly halted as she noticed my transfixed eyes. This was bad...this was really, really, really bad. My eyes were currently locked in a staring contest with her bosom, which had popped out after she took a tumble. Now that I can look at them in their grandeur, they’re freaking huge! She slowly lowered her head in order to see what I was looking at. Her eyes widened as her two majors saluted. I laughed apprehensively, trying to make myself appear smaller than I actually was. Her face(if it was even possible) turned a darker red, indicating the signs of embarrassment she screamed and punched me in the gut. The punch was hard enough to make me lose all the air in my body and keel over with wheeze. Given my already banged-up body, some pain in my back returned. I fought to hold back tears as I hissed in pain. Arma quickly fixed her bra and scooted to the foot of my cot. The only door which happened to be wooden, was thrown open as my rival walked through the door. “Is that scumbag hurting you, Sis!?” He walked up to my cot and slammed his opened hands down on both sides of my body, leaning in closer than what I would’ve prefered. To be perfectly honest, he reeked of spoiled cabbage and skunk droppings. Blegh. “If you’ve done anything to her, I’ll fucking sodomize you with mace!” Maxxis yelled, splattering me with saliva and...dear stars! “Sweet Stars in the Sky!” I exclaimed in disgust as the smell of freshly eaten skunk wafted into my nostrils from his mouth. “Have you ever used a toothbrush!? You smell of dried carcass that’s recently been soaked in dog piss!!! A pox upon you, Maxxis, and your skunk dinner!” I pushed him away as he held a claw over his mouth and puffed his breath out into it three times before sniffing sharply. He coughed twice before looking at his indecent sibling. “He didn’t hurt you?” Maxxis asked as I monitored his now tensed arms. I could tell that if he got an answer he didn’t agree with, my days would be numbered. “No...no he didn’t, Bro. Is the healer on his way up here?” She asked as she laid down to get more comfortable. All this time I thought that my location was inside an infirmary somewhere, but I couldn’t be more wrong. Apparently, based on that answer, I’m willing to make a guess and say that Arma had flown me back to their abode. Silly girl, that one. “Quite frankly, I don’t care whether this maggot shit lives or dies. Why you’ve taken such an interest in him is beyond me. To answer your question, yes. That...thing, is coming as we speak.” Maxxis turned to face me again. “Hope that guy doesn’t turn you inside out or something.” That crimson bastard laughed at my horrified face before leaving the room. I could hear him laugh over...his stepping? Oh. We must be upstairs or in the attic. Arma and I sat in awkward silence after her brother’s departure, refusing to make eye contact after what transpired earlier. It wasn’t my fault, she decide to walk around her house relatively naked when she had guests over! “So...” I drawled out, earning her attention. “...What’s this healer, going to do when he gets here? Does he know any magic?” I asked, trying to remove the iceberg that has implanted itself in the room. She looked at me like I had sprouted another head...before letting out a loud guffaw and falling of my cot in laughter. “Honestly? What, is it Make Fun of Dameion Day or something!?” I thought incredulously as Arma began settling down from her joyous escapades at my expense. “Whew!” She exclaimed as she wiped her right eye. “Now that, was funny! Draconians can no longer use magic, Mister Prince. Plus, no one even knows what species this guy is! But, itdoes stand on two legs like we do. It’s even sentient! Everyone in Zistral wants to know more about it, but its not like it walks around town with a sign saying, ‘I am the weirdest creature that has ever walked the planet! Fear me!!!’, on it.” Arma explained. I looked at her before falling out into a fit of laughter at the sudden sterness of her voice when she tried imitating the healer’s voice. She blushed as I continued to laugh at her awkward disposition. I would reward her well with...NO MAGIC!!?? My laughing abruptly stopped as my mind went into overdrive, bringing up everything I had dreamed about in mere seconds. Artemis’s ability to change her looks, Thessolonius’s Arrows, Zerris’s...well Zerris didn’t showcase anything but a sour grape attitude. “What do you mean there’s no magic!?” I asked as she began snickering again. I glared harshly at her, making her stop. “You’re serious?” She asked as I nodded soon after in immediate response, still thinking about how a race that was once so dominant in that field had just...gave it up! “Well, it’s not because of some blight or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. Basically, other draconians began to believe that fighting one another with magic was cruel and cowardly. So now, we use our natural abnormalities in order to do battle with one another.” Arma explained with a serious look on her face. “Abnormalities? What the hell is that?” She shook her head at my question with a sigh soon following close behind. “It’s what differentiates us from others since the day we’re born. Some draconians could use magic as their abnormality, but since the ruling of Lady Crimson, magic users were hunted down and stripped of their powers. Nature then provided us with another means of strength...abnormalities. Now you may be wondering what falls underneath abnormality, right?” She paused, waiting for any type of confirmation from me. “I’m all ears.” I said with an interested look on my face. She snickered before muttering something under her breath. I could’ve sworn she said, “You’re right about that.”, or something along those lines. Oh well. “Take my brother for example. You saw how you hit him in the sweet spot with enough force to shatter a boulder. His abnormality lies in his ability: Feral Focus. It’s a nasty ability he was born with that would put him in a state of primal rage at the slightest hint of anger, which is why he prefers avoiding you. To be honest, if it wasn’t me at that gate, he would’ve killed you and the other person who wasn’t me...before running back into town and killing twenty more people.” “Well now, what would your abnormality be?” I asked, hiding my shock from what I was just told. It couldn’t be anything near her brother’s, that’s for sure. “Oh it’s basically the same thing. It’s just that...well...” Arma drawled out bashfully as she turned her head. “‘Well’ what?” I pressed on, half afraid and half interested in her abnormality. These...special abilities actually intrigued me! “...It’s worse? Yeah, I killed everyone in my middle school when a girl thought she was going to just get away with stuffing my locker with toads. Fucking skank, I hope she’s burning well down there! Do you hear me Natasha? I HOPE THE DEVIL’S FACE-FUCKING YOU WITH A RUSTY TRIDENT, YOU WHORE!!!”  She yelled suddenly, causing me to yipe in fear as I leaned back. Arma’s eyes were dilated and glazed over, but she was now taking several deep breaths trying to recollect her emotions. “Oops..heh..sorry about that. But yeah, it’s really difficult trying to discern another draconian’s abnormality. Which is why the competition for whoever’s going to be the next King will be pretty damn difficult. Lady Crimson has been the Queen of Azran for so long, I had lost count of how many years she’s been our glorious leader.” That caught my attention and brought me out of my shocked state. “You guys hold competitions for the right to be King!? That’s a sacred title, born onto the heir of the Setsuya bloodline! Where do I sign up!? AH!” I yelled as the overbearing pain in my back flared up again. I stayed hunched over for about five minutes before my body allowed me some peace once more. “Whoa there Princey Kins, you’re a little too banged up to be facing our country’s strongest drakes and dragonesses! Not to be rude, but seeing you get your ass kicked by my brother’s low ranked abnormality also makes me doubt that you can actually fight.” Arma said nonchalantly. Before I could respond, I heard her brute of a sibling’s voice call from downstairs. “Hey Arms! That freak is here! Ask the little Prince if he wants his teddy bear or his doctor!” That son of a bitch! “You can take that teddy bear and-” I was silenced by a crimson claw covering my mouth. I mumbled loudly through her palm, but she would not release me. “Send him up!” Arma yelled towards the door. An idea struck my mind on how to get the hand off my muzzle. I licked her hand slowly with my tongue, getting a shriek as a response before she fell off the side of the bed yet again. Before I could laugh or get winded by Arma again, three knocks rapped upon the door. “Come in!” I said quickly as I noticed the crimson eyes of Arma slowly rising from the side of the bed out of my peripheral. Damn that’s creepy! The knob turned slowly as the door opened, a heavily robed figure stepping through the doorway. I could smell the forest musk that it brought along, coating the air in the room with the scent of herbs and spices. The robes appeared to be made from silk, giving them a sheen that I’ve never seen before except on my robes. Something was different about this creature that had just stumbled in here...and i’m going to find out what it is. “Hello!” Arma said as she rose from the side of the bed, smiling sweetly at my soon-to-be healer. “You must be Valara the Druid Healer! Thanks for risking your life to come here. I know your use of magic is heavily frowned upon by the Queen, but the fact that you answered this summon of mine must be fate’s goodwill finally shining down on us!” Arma was trying really hard to butter up this...thing. I could’ve sworn I heard the briefest of chuckles coming from the purple and gold robes with tribal markings in front of me. Must have been the wind. “Well...I’ll be leaving you two alone now, due to your request from earlier. I trust my brother had already paid half your bill downstairs, so I’ll be waiting downstairs for you with the other half upon the completion of your job.” My eyes widened at the, “Hi Dameion. I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to leave a completely unknown creature with you while you’re injured with no way to fight back!”, part. The fuck if you are, you little- SLAM! “Damn it all.”  I thought dejectedly with a frown as the robed figured moved closer to me with graceful steps. --- “Do you come into town often, Miss Valara?” I asked nervously. For the longest time, this thing has been staring at me! I know it’s only been about ten minutes since Arma left me up here, but it sure as hell didn’t feel like it! A couple more moments of silence before the most beautiful and motherly voice rung in my ears, confusing me greatly. “Fret not, begotten Prince. Your life is in tender hands. You needn’t worry.” The being then lowered her hood with a fur-covered hand, revealing what I can only describe as the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon. Her fur around her muzzle was a lighter chestnut than that of the rest of the fur covering her head. Brown locks waved in unison, highlighting the aboriginal ornaments on her hair and now exposed upper-half of her body. I thanked whatever higher power that was above, for her hair had enough length to cover her breasts, which had no covering over them besides her deep brown locks. Tattoos of tribal origins graced her right breast and both near her shoulders and right hand. A wrapped wrist band with an attached white feather of some bird shone bright on her left wrist. Her eyes dripped with wisdom as they did jade, observing me observing her. The top part of her robe had transformed into a dress with one pant leg covering her bottom-left appendage. There was a component to her whole ensemble that helped me solidify my claim to her older age. That, was a piece of armor called a schynbald, which was held in place by a brown leather strap that went around her right leg. I then took the time to notice that she was slender, but lean at the same time. She truly looked like a druid of old, but I’ve never seen her race before! “W-wow...just...wow.” I stammered out after being awestruck for about another two minutes. Valara chuckled as she sat down on the bed. “My form is a ghost. I drift in and out of eyes. Not showing my form.” She said. It made sense, since no one knows of what she is. I guess this means that she trusts me completely. I wonder if she’s done this for her other patients. “Were there other’s who have seen you? Have you revealed yourself to other patients?” I asked as my eyes drifted into hers, melting all apprehension that I may have had. “It’s just you, my Prince. Only you have beheld me...” She pulled me forward by my head, leaning me against her chest and silky smooth hair. I gulped in embarrassment as I was snuggled closely into her bosom. I could feel her looking at my back, looking at the gaping hole where a beautiful wing had been. “Shall we begin now?” “Um...mreah.” I mumbled out from her furry chest. I could feel her warmth radiate through me, providing me with a sense of complacency and comfort of which I’ve never experienced. She eased me back onto the oaken headboard behind me as she stood back up, closing her eyes. I felt the change in magical energy around me instantly. This feeling, this...tsunami of peace, filled the room in a heartbeat. I couldn’t help but watch as Valara began a series of fluid steps. Oh my gosh...fluid. It was like she was the water in the creek one moment, then a strong and sturdy mountain the next. She was the wind on a summer’s day, then the snow on a winter’s night. Valara was absolutely stunning. I felt tears come to my eyes as she began singing. Her voice was bittersweet, serenading me with her song. All the while I could feel the tingle of positive energy in the air! “I sing of summer’s first kiss~! The time...that we’ve shared~! I dream of our time, Mother Earth. Of the lives that you have spared~! Gather before me O’ Spirits of Gaia and winds, so free and so pure~! Purge the sadness and hurt from this Prince, healing fires to burn! Gather~, in~, my hand~! Comply~, to my~, commands~! Use this body as a catalyst to perform your miracles~!” She held the last note for about fifteen seconds. My eyes blurred from the tears, but when I wiped them I nearly fell out of my bed. The scenery had completely changed! I was now floating in what felt like temporal space, blacks and blues hugging every corner of this realm. I didn’t feel any desperation or terror, however, for the comforting feeling from earlier had remained with me. My head turned in order to gaze upon Valara once more, taking in her immense beauty against the background of this new realm. Her eyes seemed to be alive, for they danced with merriment and focus. She had a paw raised into the air, the palm facing the sky. almost as if she was accepting some sort of divine gift.  In her other paw was an orb of light blue...magic? Yeah, it had to be magic! She was simply lovely!   “Welcome to Aba. This is Mother Earth’s Truth Realm. Words are not needed.” Holy hell!!! Did I just hear her in my mind!!? What the actual fu-!!! “Words like that are bad. They hurt your Mother’s frail heart! No profanity!” I could feel her inside my head! It wasn’t weird, just...alarming. “I apologize Valara. Will you be healing me here?” I asked telepathically, hearing her giggle in my head at the deepness of my voice. It’s not my fault that I read things in a deep voice! “No, we will return. The voyage was for the orb. It’s healing magic.” Valara explained in that beautiful but annoying speech pattern of hers. Her joyous stare turned into a glare at my thought. I completely forgot that she can hear my thoughts!!! “Annoying, is it!? My speech reflects Her beauty! She’s exalted through my tongue!” Valara mentally reprimanded me, to which I replied with a nervous chuckle. I saw the multiple hues of blue and black begin to dissolve like sugar in water, the room I was occupying earlier coming back from nowhere. Valara approached me as she stuck out the paw with the orb in it, placing it on my chest when she finally got close enough. She seemed very pleased for some reason, which prompted me to question her about her sudden facial expression. “You’re more brave than most. The patients that flinch like wheat. Caught in a strong gale.” She stated somberly. I could feel the beautiful, natural magic surge through everyone of my veins as my cuts and bruises were healed. Even the headache caused from my earlier squabble dissipated, leaving me without head pain and easing me down further into the mattress below. I was finding it immensely hard to stay awake after her treatment was done. “Your wing can’t be saved. I must apologize greatly. Now you are grounded.” Valara’s words hit home. I was hoping she could fix my wing, but having it torn off proved to be too much for even her to heal...I guess. Whatever. “But fear not, my Prince! You are now attuned with Her! Her power is yours!” She exclaimed suddenly, making me jump. Her power is mine? OH! I’m sensitive to magic now! Maybe I can even use it to fly!!! But...I’m too tired to worry about that now. I could feel my eyes leaden from exhaustion, closing themselves halfway as I regarder Valara, who was covering herself again. “Before you go, Valara, would you mind indulging me on your race’s name?” I drowned out sleepily, trying to hold on long enough to hear her answer. “Ah, a fine question! The Worgens have died off slow. But I still remain!” She said proudly as I smiled, falling asleep immediately after her answer was given. I could hear some shuffling and the sound of something being placed on my bedside table, before complete and utter silence took over.