Child of the Night

I wake yet again in a hospital bed. I notice that I am on my stomach rather than my back, and could feel a weight on my shoulders, and something rubbing against my back.

I stay there for a few seconds contemplating whether I should move or not before my mind reminds me about my Mother.

I quickly push myself into a kneeling position before making my way to my feet. Well I got to my feet for a few seconds before the weights on my back cause me to loose balance and fall backwards onto the floor. Pain racks my back, and extra limbs…

I sit up and look over my left shoulder to see that I did in fact have another two limbs. I had a pair of dragon like wings on my back.

I then curse as I run my tongue over my teeth only to cut it on a pair of fangs.

Tinnuchon, come to me. I say through a telepathic link before trying to stand again. I have one hand on the bed as I balance myself again with the weight of my wings. This was what I was doing when Tinnuchon enters.

“You called milord?” he asks me. I nod.

“Yes, could you cast a feather weight spell on these?” I ask as I motion to my wings. He nods before lighting his hands, and I feel the weight almost disappear from my back.

“Thank you my friend. How is my mother doing?” I ask the elf.

“She is awake right now, and is free of any dark forces. Milord, if I may say this without offence, what you did was utterly foolish.” Tinnuchon says as I tear off the hospital gown they made for me, and put on my lower clothing.

I sigh as I pause in what I was doing.

“If you were me, would you have done the same?” I ask him.

“I…*sigh*…yes, I would have.” He says with a solemn nod.

“Then you know why I did it. Now let’s go see my mother. I wish to finally see her after all these years.” I say as I strap my boots on.

“Of course milord.” He says with a bow.

I pull my tunic over my head before I hear the sound of a lunar teleport. I hear a rustle of fabric falling back onto a body.

“Dark Prince, I have a gift from the friend that would like to see you.” Says a voice in the elvish tongue. Tinnuchon and I both look
to the owner of the voice.

“You again?” I ask in surprise.

“Yes dark Prince” The elf says from under his hood’s dark veil, “me again.”

“Well what is it this time?” I ask as I stand up from my sitting position on the ground.

“A gift from your ancestor of an old friend, one that only that old friend could make.” He says before holding out a wrapped object. I slowly reach for it before Tinnuchon steps between us.

“Milord, who is this?” he asks me, “And why does he speak in old elvish only?”

“Relax Fifrath; this is a Lunar Republic Messenger.” I tell him now remembering the elven messengers that dressed exactly like the man before me. Tinnuchon looks over the man with a scrutinizing eye before slowly stepping back to where he was.

“Young Prince, please take your gift quickly before I am forced to leave.” The messenger says. I hesitate for one whole second before grabbing the wrapped item from the messenger’s hand.

“Have a fare day Young Prince.” The messenger says before teleporting away.

“His accent was off milord, and that was why I was suspicious.” Tinnuchon tells me.

“Of course it was off. Old elvish is different from this day’s elvish.” I tell him before unwrapping my ‘gift’ with a careful hand. I pull
the cloth away to reveal a verrabrace with a note inside it.

I pull the note out before unfolding it to read it before setting the verrabrace down on the bed.

Dark Prince,

I know that you have awakened, because you are reading this. This is my final creation, and I have a feeling you will need it.

To use this device strap it to your dominant arm during combat, then put the ring onto your second finger before carefully flexing your hand back to extend the tool.

From your engineering friend,

Clockwork Smith

My eyes widen as I reread the note with surprise.

“Clockwork made this?” I ask in wonder before grabbing the new device that the world has never seen before, and putting it on. I slip the ring onto my middle finger before flexing my wrist back.

The device makes a soft click before a nine inch blade extend from the underside of the brace. I look at the blade to see that it is pure elven metal.

“Milord, is that…”

“Yes, the purest of elven metal, and the final creation of the great engineer Clockwork Smith.” I say as I slowly move my hand back into position, and watch as the blade retracts until another soft click locks it in place once more.

“You knew Grandmaster Clockwork?” Tinnuchon asks me.

“We were friends when he was but a child.” I say as I remove the ring and watch as it lifts from my hand with magic before sliding the slot I pulled it from.

“Let’s go see my mother now.” I say before grabbing the note. However, before I could move the note starts to glow in a spell that only I and Clockwork knew. A delayed message spell that I made for just the two of us for fun, but he seems to actually used it for a real purpose this time.

“My friend,” The glow on the letter pulses with Clockworks voice, “if you are hearing this it means you have finally received my last creation. The hidden blade, I had drawings for this in my work room ten years after you were imprisoned in stone. I made this device only once, and left the designs, and blueprints in my workshop that I will be sealing shut, with me in it, with a spell that only you know my young friend.”

It was at this point that a long drawn out coughing can be heard from my friend.

“I am not going to last much longer my friend. After you open my workshop you will hear from a much younger me. This spell has been a godsend Osiris. Find my workshop to learn more, and to please lay me rest in the way we promised each other.” Another long coughing is heard.

“If only I could hear your voice one last time my friend. Farewell Osiris, Prince of Darkness.” The note stops glowing and I have tears streaming from my eyes. I prepare my magic for a preservation spell.

“I will find you my friend, and I promise to give you the piece you deserve for you friendship.” I say as my spell preserves the note in its current state. Not even Discord himself would be able to harm it.

I broke into sobs when my spell finished preserving the only link to my long dead friend. Silver, most likely sensing my distress, bursts into the room before holding me close to her. I throw my arms around her as I sob as though I had just killed my friend.