Another war broke out. This time it was invaders from the Void. Instead of fighting for just their homes and lives, they were fighting for the world. But Kieran was stronger now, faster and more formidable. He was not conceited into thinking he was invincible. Nor did he believe he had complete control of himself. The dragon amplified everything, the emotions that surged were raw and unbridled. There was little to no fear, however, that his family would be in danger from what lies within him.

Since transforming completely once, Kieran was more confident in himself again. But to call on one… That was a completely new territory. He removed his shirt and shoes, leaving them with Teu before heading a safe distance from the medical camp. For what felt like hours, Kieran stood there clearing his mind before focusing on the dragon within. Slowly, his chest began to tighten as his heart raced.

Senses began to become stronger, heightened as the change overtook his body. Scales emerged across his skin, fingers elongated and contorted until they were claws. Bones cracked and shifted, his body growing in size until a dragon stood about nine feet tall with a sixty-five-foot wingspan replaced the man. Kieran opened his maw and released a deafening rawr before spreading his wings to take flight and join his family in aerial combat.

These abominations must be dealt with, too much is at stake for me to stand by and watch

This was the dragon’s thoughts as the void creatures spurred amongst the land of mortals. Normally Cilas would not involve himself amongst mortal affairs, he figured their petty squabbles would run their course in due time and no need for him to expose himself to the masses if he did not have to. This was different though, as these creatures threatened everything around and if people just stood idle everything they have known and loved would be taken from them in an instant.

This brought the scholar to Onnen, it was a new world to the people of Canelux and Parvpora and he was certain that their forces would not care to send as much aide to the wildlands. Thankfully he was not bound completely to the Magic Academy and could move freely between places. He figured with the Gods of Canelux holding the defensive line in those two regions his skills and expertise would be more useful here. Much to the Dragon’s surprise, his blood magic did seem to prove effective against some of the weaker forms of the void denizens. Perhaps it was due to their overall simple-minded nature, or that the void creatures had not accounted for practitioners of the art to be afoot. Whatever the reason, he happily accepted his strength against the numbers.

Then an all to a familiar sound and smell hit the dragon as he blasted away another chomper with his blood infused fireball.

Another one of my kind?

He thought and looked to the direction of the roar. He did not know if the dragon was in danger, or even wounded by the sound of the roar but he could not just sit back. Quickly he transformed back into his natural form. The white silver scales that covered his body shone brightly against the sun's rays. Even in this form the void creatures still tried to attack him, but he easily swept them away with both claw and tail before taking air and heading to the direction of the roar that he heard. He knew to be wary as not all dragons appreciated help from those outside their own brood, but he was not among those types.

All of his kind were Kin to him, and he would help them regardless if they appreciated it.

She was worried beyond the expression shown on her features. Teu kept her emotions tightly bolted down in an effort to not bring panic to those around her. Many had found themselves looking to the woman for guidance within the healers’ portion of the encampment. Supplies were well tended to considering the large amount of it being used. Many were coming back from the battle field with injuries that were not easy to be mended. On more occasions then not, Teu had to use her magic to handle the wounds coming in. It was not an easy task to maintain considering it was a constant drain on herself.

Emerald gaze turned over to where Alairia sat with a young soldier that had come back with mental trauma. Apparently, he had seen his brother in arms eaten by a chomper. The young man himself had minor wounds. It was his mind that seemed to be broken after seeing such a thing. Teu shook her head lightly with furrowed brow of deep concern.

Hands were quick to work on wrapping up another set of bandages that would be used for later. Her fingers clenched the bound up linen when Kieran made his way over to her table. Teu looked up at her fiancé while attempting to hold her fear in. Her entire family was on the battle field now against the Void beasts. Silence was between them as he began to disrobe in preparation to transform. His clothing was held tightly in her grasp at the same time as seeing the determination on Kieran’s face.

Before he left, Teu grabbed his arm to pull him close before he could leave. ”Do not take extra chances. Please. You have to come back. Not as a patient.” The elf healer dropped her future husband’s things to wrap her arms around his neck for a passionate kiss. It was one of love, luck wishing, and desperation. This fight that was upon the world could take everything away from her in one easy swipe.

Kieran left as he should, and the elf picked up his dropped articles of clothing. Teu bit her lower lip as she turned to put his things in a provided tent that belonged to her. For that moment of silence, the woman tugged at the end of her long braid that hung over her shoulder. ”I cannot lose it,” she muttered to herself. One last moment of alone time was allowed before moving through the flap in the tent.

She looked up into the sky to see another dragon, Kieran, join the others that were already fighting above. And then another. It was her hope that they would work together to handle this situation. Teu went back to her work bench. When looking over to her daughter, there was a smile on the soldier’s face that she had been working on. At least there was progress.