Abe gasped for breath loudly. He was exhausted. The sneak attack had stolen much of his inner energy and aggravated his wounds. But even under such conditions he didn't dare blink his eyes. There was one more enemy left – a dreaded fire wielder. The man looked at Abe with a chilling stare as he held onto the corpse of his friend. By now Abe was very aware that the two were more than just work partners. They shared a bond that the previous group did not.
"This cannot be good for me" the young Prince lamented when the fire wielder's gaze looked onto his. There was fury in those eyes. Unhidden, unbridled fury that threatened to consume him. "What else did he expect? It's not like I could wait calmly for them to kill me." Abe murmured with tired eyes.
"Rest well, old friend. I'm bringing the culprit to you. You would be able to consume his soul when he arrives in the realm of the dead." The fire wielder grimly announced. His words sent chills down Abe's spine. The grieving wielder summoned flames as he held on to his friend's lifeless body. The flames consumed the carcass and turned them to ash. The grieving man watched in silence as the ashes of his friend flew out of the broken out of the broken dome. Since Abe's inner energy was deficient, he didn't have the power to feed the broken barrier; hence the blast 'wounds' were still present.
If Abe was fit he would have been happy to attack the grieving man; but the circumstances were far from ideal for him. Not only was he injured, he could also feel the presence of the edict forsaking him. He didn't have much inner energy left. And he had no tricks to rely on. The little energy it took to summon the hammer that belonged to his combat set didn't seem so little anymore.
The fire wielder faced Abe once again when the last of his friend's ashes departed the dome. His remorse was no more. In its place was a steely look. Once Abe looked into his eyes he knew what the man wanted: he wanted him dead. And he wasn't going to make it swift.
Abe summoned a pair of earth gauntlets as he watched the fire wielder summon his flames. The man's balled up fists were engulfed in flames, and the flames seemed hotter than they were initially. Fire wielders were emotional beings, much like ice wielders. The angrier a fire wielder got, the more powerful his/her flames were. The calmer an ice wielder got, the more power he/she was able to draw from the ice elements.
*Boom*
The two wielders moved at the same time, each one striking the other. Abe's fist struck the fire wielder's in unyielding determination. His earth gauntlets sought to gain the advantage over the fiery fists that opposed them. Unfortunately Abe was out of luck. Not only was he weaker than his opponent, he was also riddled with injuries and had almost no inner energy left. His earth gauntlets broke apart, and he was struck mercilessly by the furious fire wielder.
*Boom*
The blow was strong. It was so powerful that Abe was sent flying, and his momentum was only halted by the dome. He coughed out copious amounts of blood once he struck the wall. He had broken several more bones, for the combat armor was just a mere decoration now that it wasn't receiving any inner energy. But it did help him still. The flames of his opponent would have consumed him if not for the extra covering he had on. Abe's vision was hazy. He could hardly see a thing. The dizziness that consumed him didn't allow him to make out the form of the quickly approaching fire wielder
*Bam*
Abe coughed out more blood as the ruthless elementalist struck him again. Now that he was at the edge of the dome, there was nowhere else to fly to. He was literally stuck to the wall as he was battered mercilessly by the grieving man
*Bam*
*Bam*
*Bam*
Abe had lost count of how many times he had been hit. He couldn't feel the pain anymore. He slowly slipped out of consciousness. "I guess this is it for me" he thought. He didn't have any healing pills with him. The few he had he had given away. If he had them, he wouldn't be so miserable. Yet he didn't regret his decision.
"Is this the land of the dead? It's weirder than I thought" Abe commented as he gazed upon the white space he found himself in. He assumed that he was dead. That was the fire wielder's goal after all. However before he could make any more conjectures, a voice interrupted his thoughts.
"For someone of my lineage you have very little confidence."
Abe looked around wearily. "Who's there" Abe questioned. His eyes moved around quickly, trying to discern the origin of the voice. However, he found nothing. Even his abilities as a scholar failed him.
'Wait' Abe suddenly realized that he could still feel the power of the edict in here. 'How could the land of the dead have such power' he wondered. 'Unless-'
"You have finally realized haven't you" the voice suddenly opined? "You mean to say that I'm not dead" Abe asked? From his perspective, his very recent memories were related to an angry fire wielder pounding away on his small frame. How could he still be alive after that?
"Did Mane save me" Abe wondered? Maybe his friend had arrived in the nick of time to save his life. That was the only logical explanation.
"I don't know who this Mane is, but you are the descendent of the blood wyvern. It is shameful of you to depend on anyone" the voice butted in.
"Brave words for one who doesn't dare show himself" Abe mocked. He didn't like the fact that he was hoping Mane was going to save him when he was trapped. But he was weaker than the blond-haired boy. To him it was instinctive to think of his captain when he was faced with enemies who were far stronger than he was.
"Alright then. I would grant you his one request" the voice accepted the dare. Before Abe could say anything else he saw a huge figure descending from the sky. The winds stirred in this elementless space as the flying figure landed right in front of Abe. The young Prince stared, slack jawed by the amazing sight. Before him was a creature similar to the dragons of old. It was large and majestic, and its blue eyes radiated courage and honour. It had two hind limbs, and its forelimbs were joined to its wings. That was the only difference between this creature and a dragon. Unlike dragons, this creature didn't have forelimbs. Its wings were its forelimbs.
Abe stepped back cautiously. He couldn't even fend off a fire wielder at the profound level. There was no way he would be able to deal with this creature. The power he felt from it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was suffocating and profound. It was certainly far stronger than any other being he had encountered. It was likely that it was as strong as his master – or maybe even stronger.
"You can't recognize my form can you" the majestic creature asked. Abe shook his head in reply. "Dragon" he ventured a guess?
"I am related to those pesky lizards. But we are different. I am a wyvern" the creature haughtily replied. Abe didn't feel any respect from the wyvern when it spoke of the dragons. There wasn't any malice in its words towards the dragons, but it clearly didn't care much about their opinions.
Abe stood there shocked upon hearing the creature's identity. It was a wyvern. His family had the blood of wyverns running through their veins. They called themselves the descendants of the Blood Wyvern yet none of them knew what this creature looked like. Abe always assumed that it was a powerful creature, but he didn't think it would look like this. Although it said it wasn't a dragon, Abe guessed that they must be related in some way. After all, they looked too similar to be unrelated.
"I have analysed your abilities. You have the power of transformation. A rare skill for one of mixed blood. Yet you have no idea how to use it. It isn't surprising however, since you clearly don't know what a wyvern looks like" the wyvern mocked.
Abe blushed in embarrassment when he heard the unveiled criticism. It was true that he had no idea how to unleash the power of his third glow.
"You are too weak right now. At most you can perform a half-transformation. But that should be enough to get you out of your current predicament." The wyvern continued.
"Wait. Are you saying I'm still dying at the hands of that fire wielder?" Abe asked. He was under the impression that he had escaped. It seemed he was wrong.
"I have no idea what is happening in your world. I heard your call for help. Your bloodline is quite strong. It reached me from a planet I cannot even discern. You are here in spirit only. It's called Spiritual Transportation. Your spirit is too weak currently. You have only a few more minutes left before you are returned to your home world."
Abe smiled wryly upon hearing the wyvern's words. His salvation was only short-lived after all.
"Don't look so downtrodden. I didn't call you all the way here only to give you such news. I have a legacy for you." The wyvern comforted.
Abe was relieved upon hearing his ancestor's words. "Here. Accept it. Accept your awakening."
The wyvern stated as a ball of blood exited its body and flew towards Abe. Abe didn't dodge. He felt a connection with the blood ball. He knew instinctively that it was good for him.
Once the blood engulfed his figure Abe began to fade away. His eyes were closed as he accepted the molding of the wyvern's blood. He had no idea that he was leaving this strange realm.
As it watched Abe fade away, the wyvern spoke sadly, "You are the last of his descendants. The last living Blood Wyvern. Rise up to be the King you are".
All the blood wyverns were dead. It was amazing that there were remnants of the powerful bloodline left. That was the power of wyvern royalty. As long as Abe is able to grow, he would be one of the most powerful beings in existence.
"Spread carnage and wreak havoc King of Wyverns. Run wild."