Amthet's Dilemma

Amthet, tired of waiting for a response from the wisps decides to stroll to a near-by piece of the Void.

"What do you think you are doing?" Mythril asks following, "I still need help here too you know."

In a blast of pure frustration, irritation, and a smidgion of blind luck, Amthet Morphed Back Into A Dragon!!

"I want to be alone for a while so bugger off!" he shouted, not noticing the retransformation, and quickly flew into the air, spouting curses and flames..

Mythril quickly took a step back to avoid getting hit by Amthet's wings. She looks at him go and decides that if a dragon wants to be alone, she's not about to deny him that... even if she is one herself. And she may have wings but the knowledge of how to use them didn't come with the new shape.Come to think of it, she hasn't even seen herself in her new shape.

Looking around for some kind of shiny surface big enough to show herself fully, a thought just hit her. She was thinking that she would have to learn everything dragons can do. But if Amthet can Morph without knowing it, and she did so herself as well, then perhaps other powers are instinctively too. Except for flying, but going away alone in a shape you don't know yet seemed a little too dangerous to her. Looking back into the direction Amthet flew off in, she softly said to herself "I hope he will be alright out there."

Amthet flew around the void, spewing flames every-so-often, just to release tension.

/Why was I brought into this?/ he wondered to himself,
/What can I do to help these youngsters out?/

Then Amthet noticed where he was, "WHAT SORCERY IS THIS!!", he gazed all around himself, "Am I my former self?"

Astonished and amazed he started to return to Mythril, but with all the twists and turns that he had made...

/MYTHRIL! THINE HELP IS NEEDED! I CAN'T FIND MY WAY!/ Amthet called via telepathy.

Mythril had gone back to see if the others were getting something useful from the wisp by now. When Amthet's telepathic message reached her, it was so unexpected she jumped quite a few meters in the air from fright.

"Okay, calm down... just another power some dragons have. Telepathy... you've read enough Fiction books to know about it," she told herself. It helped... a little. "One way of finding out if I can do it too."

She pictured Amthet in her mind and answered: "I know the general direction you left in, I'll make some bright light. Let me know if you can see it."

Light was a simple enough spell, she just hoped that it was enough for what she wanted to do. While casting the spell, she thought of what she would like it to do. "Let's see, what were the words again? Vas In Lor!"

....

At first she thought nothing had happened, she didn't even have the slight headache that she had always had when casting spells. But then she noticed the area around her was getting brighter. But where was the lightsource and why was it a silvery colour instead of the gold or yellowish light she had expected? Noticing some of the others looking at her, she looked at her own claws. What was going on here? Her own hands were glowing the same colour of her scales and it was getting brighter. But it didn't hurt her eyes when she looked at it. "How odd, perhaps it's because I made it?" Working purely on instinct here, she pointed into the direction she thought Amthet would most likely be. The light gathered in her claws to a ball and slowly drifted in the direction she had pointed to.

...

The light appeared about 2 leagues south of where Amthet was hovering.

/Thine light canst be seen, Mythril!/ he cheers and flies straight away to her location.

Along the way back to his comrades, Amthet notices something new...

/A portal?/ he muses to himself, /I wonder where to? But the others need me first./

...

After what seemed to be ages, the elder dragon landed near Mythril and told her about the portal that he saw.

"It appeared shortly after I saw your light, young one,"
he said to her, "I wonder if it has anything to do with the Void and the new powers it seems to be giving us both?"

"Who knows, there is only one way to find out." Mythril answered, "But we should stay together and perhaps there is some way to return quickly to this place when the others need us?"

"We could try when the portal is more stable, Mythril." the elder dragon said, "For it seems that the light beam of yours is failing."

"Let's go to that portal then and see if we can stablelize it from this side. I think my light will hold on long enough for us to get there." Mythril said. "And since I could make a light shine in your direction when I didn't really know where you were, I think I can make a light shine towards the group when we need to get back."

"I certainly hope so, young one." Amthet replied, "Let's be off then!"

The two dragons took off and flew along the path of light towards the fading portal.

"We may barely make it.." the elder dragon grunted to Mythril as they both slid through the gate.

Just as the two dragons made it through the portal, it closed.

"Now _that_ was cutting it too close for comfort," the elder dragon quipped and looked at the new surroundings.

/This is definately not the void./ Amthet thought to himself after searching the area.

/Where are we?/

/A PLACE THAT YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE ENTERED!/

Mythril hovered in place and looked around, checking out what kind of a place they had ended up in as well as trying to find the person that had said that. She also couldn't help wondering: /Why open the door if no-one is meant to come through?/

/WHAT YOU HAVE DONE WILL CHANGE EVERYTHING ON YOUR HOME WORLD!/

"Mythril," began the elder dragon, "we may have made a dire mistake in leaving the others."

The younger dragon, not finding the voice yelled out: "ONE OF US ISN'T FROM THE WORLD THE OTHER IS FROM! SO WHAT ABOUT THEM APPLES?!"

/Apples?/ asked the voice in a more subdued voice, "You have apples?"

A figure began to emerge from the haze.

"I have been longing for apples for a long long time." repeated the oncoming voice.

"Where are we? And who are you?" Amthet asked warily.

/I am suprised that thou hast forgotten me, Amthet./ the figure said in Dragish.

"YOU! I thought you were on the other side where I and the young one began our journey."

"Alas, no." The figure said, "I am here, only to be called to intervene if necessary by your comrades in the void, or by Lord British himself."

"What of our friends now, Time Lord?" Amthet asks worriedly, "Do they need Mythril and I?"

Whilst the two old friends(?) are discussing void matters, Mythril searches her packs for some apples.

/I can't be searching my packs unless.../

An ear piercing scream can be heard through out the immediate area.

Both Amthet and the Time Lord come running at the call.

"I am 'human' again!" Mythril exclaimed.

"Didn't want to try to become this way again young one?" the elder dragon asked, also transforming into a human,

"Yes, but I didn't know that I could do so readily when I wanted to search my packs for apples." Mythril replied, stunned at her own revelation.

"AH!", the Time Lord began, " Your powers are growing so much that they are instinctive and you don't need to put much thought into it."

"Is there a charge for that information?" Mythril asked the gentleman, "Yes. 3 apples."

Searching her packs all she could find were 3 six packs of applesauce.

"Yes," the Time Lord answered, "One of those will do nicely."

Mythril breaks off a cup'n'spoon and hands them over to her host.

/Not the single sixth, but the whole pack, please./