Real family—a true sister to the end.
“I have a sister…!” Lærke says now, as tears shed from her blazing green-white eyes. As her eyes fill with an incredible light, her magic suddenly combusts all around us—and mine does, as well.
My entire magic trumpets with glory then, as something sings from my deepest heart. It sings from Lærke’s heart, too, as that massive wave fills us both up with a sensation of family found, right through our core.
It careens all through me, bursting inside my bones and sinews in a beautiful wave of light, as we understand what we are to each other. Like me, Lærke’s been yearning for a sister all these years. She loves her brother, but there are some things only a sister can share.
A sister who is strong enough, true enough, and a badass bitch enough to hold her where she is broken, in her deepest heart of hearts. As Lærke bursts into tears now, her entire body shaking with the force of her tremendous sobs, I wrap my arms around her.
I hold her as she breaks, letting her know she’s safe. She loses it, roaring as she screams with the highest screeches and deepest bass notes of her dragon in her voice.
Cinching close to her side, Mikkel pets her sweetly, and Ström wraps himself around her back, protective. Bjorn and Baldur form a solid container around us with their encircling arms and power.
But I hold Lærke as she screams out all of her endless woes, giving her my all in this powerful space. My power dives deep inside her, through our bodies and chests pressed close.
As our shared auric fire bursts into the air all around us now, I feel my Bloodwalker power dive into Lærke’s deepest heart, digesting her misery, where she roars for release. I feel it thrust right down into all the places she hides, the darkest places she never wants to show anybody.
The massive compassion and sisterhood inside me cracks wide open to Lærke’s misery. As my heart goes pouring into her body now, deep inside that endless hell she lives in, luminous white sigils blaze all through me.
As I understand Lærke—heart, body, and soul—compassion floods me in a tirade. I am lost in a universal bliss as my power pours right into the stains that ruin her heart.
Like I once did with the curses ruining Baldur’s heart from the Black Dragon, I feel my power roar through these curses of a different sort, eating them up as my compassionate bliss radiates all through my soul and back. Lærke cries out as that wave of magic inundates her; her head is thrust back as her eyes fly open wide, light pouring from them as they’re lost to that blazing spring-green color, luminous.
As something unlocks inside Lærke, power like I’ve never known explodes all through me. It explodes through us both, as Lærke’s heartbreak heals to my all-compassionate love.
Locking home inside both our chests, I scream the most beautiful scream as Lærke’s massive Bone Magic rushes into mine, and mine rushes into hers. We both cry out with the towering overtones and bass notes of our dragons, as a different sort of union forms between us—that of a sister, rather than a mate.
It’s not a Bloodbond like my drakes and I share, but the deep bond of family, as power cascades across my tongue and surges through me, auric fire bursting all through my body. That fire is alive as it coils and dances with Lærke’s incredible opal-chartreuse energy, as I feel for the very first time how bright her real nature is.
Magnificent.
Lærke is a powerhouse of the ages, as my new familial bond to her locks home inside my chest, and inside hers, as well. She is a drakaina ofdrakainas; I trumpet my glory to the skies to be a true sister with her now, as Lærke’s fresh scent of thyme and tarragon with a twist of lemon in some exotic bourbon-based cocktail bursts across my tongue.
I find my new sisterhood with Lærke, as I feel my previous sister-bond to Lithava become severed now. Although we were born as family, Lithava has never really been my sister.
But Lærke is ride-or-die for me, as I am for her; as this gargantuan familial understanding surges between us, a towering need to rejoice suddenly possesses us. As Ström hauls us all out a balcony door onto a wide flying-plaza on his tower, Lærke is the first to shift up.
Exploding into her bright spring-green and white drakaina, she roars to the skies as she takes wing, unable to contain the love radiating all through her. I can’t either, rioting up into my own shift as I take wing; Mikkel, Ström, and the rest of my drakes are with us as we dive and roll now, high up in the midnight skies.
The stars shine bright above, as towering waves of auric fire burst from us in waves now, with Lærke’s power accompanying ours. She’s not a part of this Bloodbond, but she’s with us to the end, as family; it makes us all luminous now, as we dive and roll, celebrating on the winds.
Flying far out over the open ocean, we cavort upon the breeze. We coil and braid, we loop and wing down; we rush and barrel-roll, and carve intricate Blood Dragon knotwork as we celebrate this incredible new bond we’re all feeling.
Deep kinship floods me, as I feel like I’m inside my drakes and even Lærke’s bodies now, rolling and diving upon the breeze. As this powerful midnight takes us, we’re no longer separate anymore.
We become one mind, one heart, and one soul as we wing and dive, roil and coil upon the ocean winds. Lost in this massive oneness we’ve found, we create endless knotwork in the skies as we simply enjoy being with each other in the winds.
This is a bond of togetherness we’re feeling now, as a deep understanding, and compassionate love, rushes through us all. This new togethernessbursts all through me as I realize for the first time what it is to be a Dragon of Blood and Bone, celebrating with my kin.
I am catapulted far out now into the Void, as a new kind of Bloodwalking seizes me. A vision that needs no bloodshed or sex to power it, it is the product of this new elation, as I’m thrust right through the cosmos to a place I’ve never seen before in the Void.
As if the very stars themselves could make towering effigies in the cosmos, or standing stones, a place of wonder surrounds me now as I spontaneously Bloodwalk. And I’m not alone there; all my drakes and even Lærke are here with me in the Void, as we stand in a vast ring within those standing stones.
I see all their dragons as we Bloodwalk together in the cosmos. I feel how they have all been catapulted up here with me; not just me alone here in the Void, or only Baldur with me, but each of my drakes and Lærke are Bloodwalking with me right now, thanks to the power of our newfound unity.
I feel now that I am no longer a Bloodwalker alone. All of my mates, and Lærke, have adopted my power in this moment, sharing it right through their blood, bones, and flesh, as they Bloodwalk for the very first time with me.
And we all enter the Void—together.
