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Yep, you guessed right! There is going to be a guest appearance from Queen of the Dragon's Legacy Founder, Celestia Wyvern. And yes, I have asked prior permission from Shewolf13, I've also sent her the link and informed her of Celestia's appearance and future appearance in a story (Summarized and reiterated, I've asked permission and was granted use of Celestia).
And no, this isn't some random chapter in place of Chapter 23, as I have said earlier, I'm having problems with the content of the chapter and it's currently in the process of getting scrutinized.
With that said, I'm releasing this. I hadn't planned to release this earlier but given the lag time, well I can't have such a long lag time for an update (it's grilling me)! This is a product of my itchiness. Thank you for understanding my whimsicality!
Queen of the DragonsA Hawke Side Story
There's a boy that caught my attention- unlike most of the cultured eccentricities of the residents of Midnight Hollow, this boy is different. He looks like he's suffered long years of wandering, rooted to this loop of life and death but can only watch it- watch the people die and listen to the infants cry their first gasp for air, listen to the laughter of the oblivious and nonchalant.
I feel sad for this boy. We share the same pain.
I, being immortal with my own set of insecurities. He, being lost, unguided, and with his own set of tragedies. But I have my sister, whom I rarely meet for reasons I cannot entirely tell. But unlike me, he seems to have no one.
I decided to watch him from the skies.
And years and years have passed. He's grown into a dashing young man. A teen in common language, perhaps. He's learned to gather the particles and change his clothing. Interesting boy. Was it inherent? Or was he learning from someone? I had not all of my time spent watching him. I have my own life.
I wondered, and kept wondering why this boy never ceased to smile. Is it a curse? Is it his punishment?
I wish to know why this boy seems to take things differently.
I wish to know this boy's history.
Because I know, I am not the only immortal. And he may be key to some of my questions.
I am the Queen of the Dragons, but who is he? Who is this boy who's spent his life wandering and remaining unseen by everyone? Choosing to hide behind the darkness and beneath the shadows, concealed and yearning.
Was he yearning? I wondered. But I only watched him from the skies.
He knew how to lived and he really didn't. I feel pity for this boy. He mostly played pranks because he has nothing and nobody. And I have to admit, they were genius!
Stuck in Midnight Hollow, he wished for company. I've chanced upon him one time, after I've played with the drakes I've nurtured, when I looked and peeked down. He's been following this girl, who's grown ahead of him, and has had her own problems with a real, live and breathing boy. But that wasn't the problem- the problem was she could see him.
They played when she was younger, when she had less friends and a turmoil of a family. Now she shut him out. Refusing to see him, refusing to acknowledge his existence. I can hear their argument faintly.
"Disappear, it's what you were supposed to do in the first place."
"But-"
"Nobody needs you. Leave!"
It was disconcerting. Have I learned to love this boy? I've wished to give him a chance, if I could only sweep him off the curse that is living unseen and bring him to my nest along with the drakes. Alas, I could not.
I could only watch him from the skies.
My sister, Lyall, started taking interest in what she called as my hobby. It certainly wasn't. But who can resist a lost child that needs guidance? I can do nothing and give him nothing but my attention. And it was when my sister came flying through my domain and brought me a potion. I detested magic, it wasn't for me. She took over the house and became the spellcaster. I inherited the raw power that makes what I am.
I took her potion. She gave me time- time to bid and time to play. It was my chance to stop being the lonely watcher that I were and do what these Simlings did.
The potion gave me this ticklish and exhilarating feeling of relief and liberation. At the same time I felt like a nutshell- empty and without the heaviness of my immortal burden.
I descended from the skies, lightly, without drama and effect.
Water! Oh for the love of-
It was water, truly! But I will come back to that later.
I wasted no time. Surely, this boy being himself, would not find it odd that a seagreen lady with wings like myself suddenly came to talk to him.
I followed him to the house he haunts when he had nothing else to do. But I found him trying to talk to the girl, yet again. Poor boy whose lesson he never learns.
He received the same response. Expected. I waited for him to turn his back. I made sure the magic only affected him.
I saw him turn his back and retreated to the house when he saw me. I could see how intrigued he was! And somehow, it gave me a sense of thrill- to be seen, to be heard next. Oh, jolly!
He approached me, floating, being the ghost that he was.
"Lady, why are you barefoot? Aren't your feet cold like that?" He asked and I burst out laughing.
"I don't need shoes, boy. It's the last thing on my mind, and will be in my lifetime." I didn't expect him to understand.
"You're not human, not a vampire, you're not like the residents of this place. Who are you?" He asked, I could sense he was struggling to put the string of words. He had manners but he was curious. A gentleman's descendant? From a noble family maybe?
"A friend. I'm a friend who came down especially for you."
"Sounds like a scam, respectfully, Madam." This boy had humor, it was what my sister didn't have.
"But truly, I wish to know who you are." He asked again.
"You believe in occult, boy?"
"I am. You are. Who wouldn't?" He shrugged, I laughed.
"We'll be good friends. I am Celestia," I paused. "Celestia Wyvern."
"Beautiful name and a beautiful laughter. A shriek and a wail at the same time. A dragon? I'm Hawke." I kept silent for a second.
"Hawke, really?" It appeared to me that he didn't want me to know who he was.
"Yes, Madam." I didn't insist. He might disappear on me and then all my sister's mockery would go in vain.
He liked the company. And it made me happy that this boy didn't have to go crawling to anybody's feet for attention. Only he could see me, and not everybody can see him. It worked for both of us. When time for me to go back came, I would go to that place where I first descended. I nagged my sister into giving me more of the potions, she was unwilling but I insisted. I compelled her, being the only one to make such things. I told her the stories and she didn't seem interested. She was becoming unsettled with my frequent descents. But I didn't pay attention. I came down and the boy and I talked and shared stories.
He liked to talk about his family. Curious. And intriguing.
"I'm not sure if my brothers still remember me. But I'm sure Aveline does. Aveline should. She's my sister."
"You talk about her a lot," I mentioned, once.
"That's because I'm very fond of her. And she was really nice. I like her snow-white hair best, like my mother's. Like my brothers'. Heh, none of them had my dad's raven hair." He mused and smiled to himself.
"You? I suppose your hair is as rich and frosted as your siblings!" I was delighted. A family with snow-white hair? This boy came from a powerful family and he doesn't seem to know it!
"I didn't have hair." I burst out laughing.
"Oh, dear me. I apologize!" I was really sorry, it was childish of me to laugh at such a thing!
When I got home, I asked lore and consulted among the elder dragons. I even asked my sister. This boy, I was right, was special. He was no random stranded spirit. He was wandering because of a tragedy. A fire. A series of conspiracies and threats. He may not even know the truth about his family. It somehow made me sad.
"You don't float very well, do you?" I immediately regretted my lack of tact.
"Apparently not. I can't float over water. I can't fly through the skies. Those stories about ghosts floating and flying is a lie." It wasn't at all bitter, he seemed amused, even.
"Well, there are other things to do."
"What do you mean?" He was slow so I held his hand and we flew through the wind. These wings were convenient- they weren't as heavy as my real wings, and I wasn't as huge.
"This! Why here!" I could see that he wasn't comfortable. I ran and yelled for him.
"Come on, what are you waiting for!" He was slow, really slow. I didn't think ghosts were this slow. Were they? There's more to mortal life that I need to know about.
"You're way too fast! Hold up!" I couldn't wait. It was water! There was no water this collected and big above!
"What are you doing!" He yelled and worried.
"Swimming! Come on, you can't float, right!"
"I can't, it's frightening! How you can think like that, lady!"
I did all I could to convince him, and whatever they were are not important. What is, is that I managed to have him get into the water.
"How does it feel?" I asked, hoping he wasn't angry.
"Weird. I can actually feel the water, but it's just brushing and pushing its current against and past my body." He suddenly snickered. "Thanks, Celestia. It's actually good. But isn't it weird that you're swimming, and your wings-"
"Are decorative. They're particles. Like you." I realized and hoped I have not offended him.
"You didn't offend me." He splashed water to my open mouth. I choked. This boy, did he just hear my thoughts? "Yes, I've heard. They're rather entertaining. Your thoughts."
"Oh, dear. How cruel and ill-mannered to listen to a lady's thoughts!"
"You're not so shy about it, last time I checked."
"You're right!" I retaliated and splashed back. I will not be defeated in this child-play!
He swam away into a swarm of lilies. For a moment, he looked thoughtful.
"You know, Aveline liked waterlilies a lot. She used to paint them, a lot of them and hanged sorts around the house."
"You only talk about Aveline doing things. Your brothers, you? What did you do when you were alive?"
"I mostly pooped my pants." It was blunt and could have been funny. "What can I say? I was barely walking when I died. Three of us, actually. We were a trio."
"Dear. Your mother?"
"What about her?"
"How can your mother conceive three boys!"
"Erm, from where I came from a woman can labor up to eight times and still manage the next year." He doesn't understand. One is suicide, two a murder, three? Three Hawkes was a massacre! No witch in her right mind can conceive three male Hawkes and not die.
"Your mother is special, isn't she?"
"I remember, so. She had this sweet voice and she sang to us every night." He wasn't even conscious that he was aware of his early years. It wasn't normal but it didn't occur to him so. It's true that he doesn't know the truth about his family. His siblings, most likely, as well.
I noticed that I had been able to stay longer in this place before the call for ascent. Was there something in the potion that she put?
"I know a place!" He suddenly blurt out. "Let's get out of here!" He swam back and started his slow trek. I caught up to him.
"You sure you don't want a lift or something?"
"Why would you even suggest that? I can manage."
"But, you know. I don't have forever. I might need to go back soon." He never asked where I went when I left. Maybe part of him still feared that if he asked too much and for too much, I'll leave.
"Fine. Let's go catch butterflies."
"I know a place!" We flew and he was surprised.
"It's the same place. Awesome!"
"You're not the only one who can read minds." I winked.
"Scary."
He caught his butterflies.
I was like a proud mother seeing his son doing these things. Ah, youth. I sighed.
It went on. My sister stopped complaining whenever I asked for her potions. But she told me she might be leaving soon, settle in some remote place and live like a mortal, only that she isn't.
And I did my research. I wanted to help him see his family. Part of me also wanted to see what his family could be if they were all together. Everyone above knows the tragedy. Poor child doesn't know anything.
I hadn't come back in days. I was immersed in research. There must be something I can help him with. When I stumbled on what I needed, I immediately prepared for my descent.
"Celestia!" He stood far from me, shocked.
I turned my back and when I rushed to him, he vanished. I was surprised, was it another trick he learned? I grew worried. What if he didn't come back?
I came looking for him. I couldn't help but wonder if he was in one of those rebellious moods. It made me smile. But the other possibilities made me worry and shut if off my mind. I had to look for him first.
I couldn't find him, and the potion was wearing off. I needed to get back. I tried to watch him from home, looking down. But I couldn't find him. Had something happened? Or was he just mad... I realized that I suddenly disappeared without a word. He must have misunderstood it. I had to try again.
I almost fell head first. What was I thinking, rushing down like that! I can almost hear Lyall scolding me, "That's what those wings are for!"
When I got down, I tried one of my sister's spells. It was nice to have enchanted dust around, I didn't need to be like her. And it worked! I now officially trust all of my sister's spells.
Thank you, dust! I flew my fastest to the graveyard. It had a misty dark aura to it. It was enveloped with malice and hate.
"Garrett!" I called out to him. He was being pulled by the voices in the catacombs. He couldn't hear me.
Think. I ran through the spellbook's pages in my mind and found the one that I needed. I uttered a few words and managed to drag him into a void.
"Garrett!" I called again.
"You," he was still in a trance. "You know my name." I couldn't tell him what I've been doing at home, border-harassing the elders into telling me everything that I needed to know.
"Listen, that's not important. I'm pulling you back to the real world." The moment snapped and we were back, welcomed by the heavy air of the graveyard.
I didn't take it well. I couldn't contain it. "You had me worried!" I almost shook him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. There were voices. They were promising me things that I can't remember." It was The Order. It was them, finally.
"Listen, never. It won't happen again. I was really worried, you!"
"Sorry, really. Forgive me." I felt bad. It wasn't his fault. That's when I decided that I will take the role, and tell him what he needs to know about his family and himself. It was enough that his brothers didn't know anything. He needs to know. He needs it to protect himself.
"I'm going to do something to and for you. I beg that you don't ask first. I'll answer everything later." His eyes were wondering, a little scared. I can't blame him. I yelled at him and he doesn't know why.
"I trust you." It broke my heart.
"Thank you." I closed my eyes and prepared myself. I'll be losing a lot of my power for this boy, but it's going to be worth it. I know it.
He looked at me, his eyes never broke away from mine. He wanted to witness everything that happens.
With my forehead to his, I whispered. I asked for help. I prayed, even if I didn't pray- but I pray for this boy. I prayed for him as the spell wrapped me and him, as it wrapped both of us.
I hope Garrett finds his way to his family.
The spell ended; I heard him cry in pain as I lost consciousness.
