There’s nothing you can say, nothing you can do, nothing in between; you know the truth

[firstgoldson]

Date & Time: January 14; probably in the afternoon
Location: A little ways into the Northern Highlands
Characters: Crucible, Aurican, and Kang
Summary: The inevitable revelation of family, loyalty, and what happens when Aurican utterly and completely lose his shit.
Warnings: family drama? also: violence toward yetis

Aurican is used to the sounds of construction by now. Down in the little charming town they now call home, all Transports are working their blessed hearts out to make extra accommodations. Originally, Aurican wasn't one of them, but eventually Kang and Crucible roped him into a project that needs desperate help, for this little ruin of a castle is to be another station for all the non-humans who need refuge from the glares of the natives.

Aurican doesn't mind. He figures he and Crucible can tear down trees in the privacy of the secluded wild for supplies with greater ease in their natural forms than a human can with an ax.

The winter snow starts to ease off, thankfully, and by the time Aurican was in Crucible and Kang's company, it became almost bearable again - indeed, it started to feel like the chilly winters that take hold of the Valley of Paladine back home. It made Aurican almost nostalgic for home. Almost, until a blizzard just came out of nowhere (Aurican suspects the Abyss) and literally pinning the three shape shifted dragons and draconian. It is enough for Aurican to almost lose his charitable mood, despite the cave nearby that saves them from the blasted cold.

When enough firewood was gathered, the gold dragon in human form let loose a stream of fire from his human mouth, warming up the damp cave. "I hope this blizzard won't last as long as the previous one did," Aurican remarks, prodding a stubborn stick into being lighted by fire. "I don't think the natives will enjoy the sight of a dragon crashing into their village in an attempt to escape the cold."

The blizzard screeches in its whisper-howls in response.

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[dragonlordbight]

Crucible inclined his head in confirmation with a grim look as Aurican twitched his gaze towards him, answering his silent question. He too paying close attention to the Gold's expression.

At the Gold's question to him he frowned, what had happened to Aurican? He knew the tales well, yet it was not for him to reveal the Gold's future in full unless he specifically wished it, his voice level as he replied, "No, it was you that brought back the magic to the wyrmlings within those eggs, you are the one who taught and protected them,"

[firstgoldson]

"Then what is your excuse?!" Aurican roared, his bellow abrupt like thunder. His lowly posture snapped back into a stiff position, his head raised, yellow eyes nearly glowing. Blood from fallen enemies drop down from his bloody muzzle, dripping directly down to the cavern floor or streaking down his neck. His teeth flashed white with every angry word.

"If I had truly taught them anything," Aurican said, every syllable hot as his fire, "I would have taught them our kind's history. When Paladine created the first metallic dragons, Takhisis took them and turned them into her own image! Takhisis pitted sister and brother against each other, did you know that, Crucible? Did you and the rest of my future kin knew this?"

Rage filled Aurican's body, engulfed his soul. He welcomed it. He preferred anger over shame, over grief. He took a step forward until their nostrils were almost touching.

"The dwarves called Takhisis 'The False Metal' for a reason," he hissed. "This reason. Takhisis took away what would have been family to me and warped him into a killer that killed my aunts and my mother, and drove her own daughter to kill my nestmates, including your ancestor Burll. But you . . . you already knew this.

"And yet, you had the audacity to to swear an Oath to the Dark Queen?"

Aurican realized he was breathing deeply, heaving with every breath. Something terrible is crawling out of his heart and tearing into his throat, and oh, yes, that was fear he was feeling, and he didn't want fear, not yet, because with fear despair will come shortly after.

[governorkang]

This time, Kang did take a step back, taken completely by surprise at Aurican's anger. Mostly, at the anger not being directed at him. It was one thing to hear from Crucible that a few of the metallics hadn't agreed with trusting Takhisis, and had felt less than happy to see their fellows swear the Oath; it was quite another to actually see the fury with his own eyes.

He hadn't finished telling everything about his kind, but that could wait. This needed to be worked out first.

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible's expression grew darker, yet even under the fury of Aurican's words, the Bronze stood his ground, taking every word, every syllable that Aurican threw at him. Anger he knew and understood all too well.

"Know this Aurican, I did not swear the oath," Cold fire in his own eyes as he spoke, emphasizing every syllable with utter conviction as he stood unbending. A measure of his own anger showing in his eyes, an anger he had worked long to cool.

"I know well your anger, for I share it. I and those who shared my convictions worked tirelessly against Takhisis and her plans. We searched for our stolen eggs while those who had betrayed our children sat safe on the dragon Isles, in the false hope that she would stand by her word"

[firstgoldson]

Aurican can already feel his anger leaking away, drop by drop, and now all he can feel is an angered dismay and a wretched, illogical sense of guilt.

"And yet, your search ended in failure. " Otherwise Kang would not be what he is now. "And then parent and offspring wretched apart into dividing lines of war." The most terrible crime. "What have happened to those who refused to strike down those that were abandoned? What did those who swore that Oath did to the draconians?"

But he already knew the answer.

Betrayal doesn't take half steps.

[governorkang]

Kang watched silently, waiting to see what Crucible would say. This was not how he'd imagined this talk happening.

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible inclined his head grimly at Aurican's assessment, "There was one who discovered the eggs, too late to prevent what had occurred, many that had yet to be turned were retrieved,"

"There was little we could do for draconian kind at large while they remained under the command and influence of the dragon armies. In ending the war there may have been hope for his kind, out from the shadow of the Dark Queen's will. Thus those of us who had not sworn the oath fought to bring a swift end to the war,"

"Those who had sworn the oath committed horrors against Kang's kind, so driven by guilt they were. Attempting to turn them back against their will and killing them when such attempts did not work all in the name of 'mercy'," His voice cold at the thought of what had been done.

[firstgoldson]

Whatever remaining anger Aurican have been holding on to evaporated like steam on heated water. Now, more than ever, the urge to weep is surging within his chest, trying to break his will.

But weep for who? His descendants who have fallen from grace? The draconians who were betrayed by both sides before they were even hatched? Himself, for a failure he could not foreseen? For Patersmith, whose very teachings were betrayed by the offspring of the students he proudly taught?

Always show mercy, even to your enemies . . . for it creates loyalty and friendship.

How is it possible to believe in mercy now, when centuries warped the very meaning of benevolence and courage?

The tense muscles on his shoulders and haunches sagged under imaginary weight. He could no longer meet Crucible's stare any longer. He doesn't want to even look at Kang, fearing what he might see in Kang's eyes, fearing distrust or worst, maybe something that may hint of Burll. Instead, he looks out into this world's Darkness Beyond, in the cold winter that shows more mercy to the weak and the lame than his descendants had done to their own unborn children.

"How could they do this to me?" He asks quietly, staring at oblivion. "How can they turn their backs on Patersmith's teachings, on my mother's sacrifice?"

The moment those words escape him, he knows the answer immediately.

It is easier to betray the dead, the forgotten, and the future than it is to betray the current living.

[governorkang]

At Crucible's words, Kang couldn't help wincing a bit. It brought back old memories, of the war and every past encounter with a metallic dragon; he saw the silver from when he was still only in charge of a bridging company carrying Cuomo off, with a look of disgust on her face. He saw the pity in the eyes of a pair of brass dragons as they swooped over another draconian unit on the battlefield, jaws agape with deadly gas. And, he remembered the story of the golds and silvers pretending to be elves to lure their children in.

"There is more you should know about us," Kang said quietly, glancing at Crucible. "But it can wait, if you need time."

[dragonlordbight]

Crucible remained silent for a moment, allowing Aurican that moment to process what had been said, what had happened. Even as he himself remembered the war, and the events that had proceeded it. Kang's reaction to the mention of the war not going unnoticed, knowing well what many of his kind had done to the draconians.

His voice taking a softer edge to his words as he speaks once more, "Not all have turned their backs, there are yet those that remember, that know the tales and teachings,"

At Kang's words he dips his head, "It is no small thing to take in, what transpired, take what time you need,"

[firstgoldson]

Aurican turns his head back to Crucible, his expression blank - but it is a blankness that is not of Aurican's more carefully controlled expressions, but rather an expression that showed all lost feelings and control, staring into an imaginary abyss before him.

When Burll, Smelt, and Blayze died, it was the eggs, the females, and Darlantan's presence that comforted Aurican in his grief.

But now, among Burll's descendant and his abandoned great-grandchildren, that comfort has been taken away from him.

"I heard enough. I'm done with this conversation."

But it is never over, he knows. He just can't bring himself hear more of it. He can't feel any gratefulness for the exit Kang and Crucible had given him.

He walks toward the direction of the cave's mouth, the blood from his jowls still dripping into the stony floor in small splatters.

Reaching toward the mouth, Aurican's head twitch, as though he is about to turn around but caught himself. With one coiling leap of his legs and a heavy beating of his golden wings he is gone, quickly disappearing into the night sky.