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Something Far More Dangerous: Part 3Chapter 2: Blood to be PaidSomething Far More Dangerous: Part 3 by f14ace
Three weeks had passed since the discovery that gryphons were capable of performing magic. After much deliberation. Morzan had decided to secretly teach magic to Akron and Nesira. It had been decided that it was best for him to teach it only to them, and then to let Akron and Nesira decide who they wanted to teach it to. It was soon discovered that gryphons were only capable of performing certain spells. While they excelled at air spells, fire spells, and light spells, they seemed incapable of doing much else with magic. Stranger yet, it was soon discovered that gryphons could perform magic wordlessly, a feat long thought impossible.
During his time with the gryphons, Akron's clan had welcomed himself and Ragnarök with open arms. He had never felt welcome anywhere before. Morzan and Ragnarök dreaded the day they would have to leave and return to Galbatorix's service. Still, Morzan pitied the gryphons. While he was unwilling to confront Danthuania's
Something Far More DangerousPrologueSomething Far More Dangerous by f14ace
The wind howled and the snow pelted a lone figure seated astride a crimson dragon as they fought their way through a raging blizzard high above a remote mountain range.
"Curse this place and its backwards seasons!" Morzan bellowed, wrapping himself tightly in his travel cloak.
As if the crimson Rider did not have enough problems to worry about, now it seems as if Galbatorix had sent him on yet another wild goose chase. Their orders had been to hunt down their old masters, Oromis and the golden dragon, Glaedr, who had eluded Formora and Kailandi earlier.
This is a waste of time! complained the crimson dragon on which Morzan rode.
Agreed. But you know just as well as I do that we have no choice. Ragnarök replied.
Morzan sighed. "We never had a choice…" he said in barely a whisper. His words were lost amongst the howling wind.
As they soared onward through the winter storm, Morzan reflected on the events that had led him here. He dreaded to think about ho