The Venari Shattered

“Kysain! This ends today. You will submit to me and allow me to be king!” Nitharis gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, it was raised. His eyes glowed with an eerie orange hue.

“Not likely, brother. I will never yield to you as my King,” he drew his sword just in time for their steel to clash and send sparks into the air.

Nitharis growled knowing he was evenly matched in a sword fight with his brother. Their steel stalemated. He grabbed a small dagger from his thigh and slashed out at his brother.

Kysain was not prepared for the power behind his brother’s strike, something was different today. He was not fast enough to prevent the dagger from drawing blood from his pointed ear. He used magic to force his brother back, “I will not fight you, brother.”

“You do not have a choice. I attempted to draw the abyssal spear from the heart of the horror,” Nitharis’s eyes pulsed with eldritch magic. “I failed, but it granted me the starshard. You will yield or you will die today, brother!”

Kysain could not hide the surprise from his expression. He watched, powerless, as his brother took the shard from his pocket and placed it into an amulet hanging around his neck.

Nitharis, forced into a shift. His face extended into a draconic snout. A tail full of spines extended as his fingers became great claws. Kysain knew he should draw his brother out of the temple, but it was too late. The magic of the starshard forced their transformations as it bound to Nitharis, making him its temple.

Eldraeth rushed into the room, sword drawn, “Kysain, protect the Venari!”

The Starwarden was too late. He watched in horror as the great obsidian giant shifted from his human to his draconic form. Its tail swished back and forth shattering the temple as he grew to his full dragon form.

Nitharis’s claws, glowing with eldritch power, slashed out at his brother only to be thrown back. Grasping for something to prevent his slide, his claws caught the ancient vessel of magic crushing it under his weight.

 The temple was destroyed, the great obsidian’s wings spread and caught air leaping into the sky. The gust of wind blew the magic from the broken vessel into the atmosphere. The particles of stardust scattered.

The two dragons took their fight to the sky. Eldraeth watched with a stern expression upon his face. He turned as he felt the magic portal open and close, “Renaldo, we have a problem.”

His sapphire eyes watched the two dragons in the sky, “I see that,” he smirked. “This will be interesting,” he turned to Eldraeth. “We will let them see if they can figure out a solution to their problem.”

“It will become our problem if we allow the Horror to wake.” The Starwarden crossed his arms.

“I won’t allow that,” his eyes pulsed with cosmic power.