by Haru-senpai 12th March 2017, 12:24 pm
The Ancient Ruins of Fiore. A national landmark, that even time mages had trouble uncovering the origins of. It stretched for miles, easily the size of the greatest cities of the next age. With tunnels and caverns every so many feet, decrepit castle ruins, of all kinds.
Of all places, she wondered what she felt from this area. Thanks to her Exceed, she flew high above the landscape of Fiore and eventually, came to the place that they felt a magical signature unlike any they'd felt before from. Rose, the Exceed, and Hera the fire mage as usual. The feathers of Rose's wings danced in the breeze as she carried Hera under her arms as usual, Well....this magic power is definitely coming from the ruins...but it feels like...I don't know how to explain it but it feels like my own magic. Hera thought to herself as Rose dipped downward at over 100MPH, creating a spiral once before landing, Hera leaping down just beforehand.
"This place is where you felt the weird magic power coming from right? The fact that you could feel it coming through Earthland's portal on Tetsukazu...another planet at that." Rose raised an eyebrow at Hera, crossing her arms cooly as usual. The Exceed would then follow the 13 year old Slayer as she found herself walking for over 20 minutes in seemingly random directions through these ruins. "Um....an explanation would be nice?" her Exceed said as she walked next to her. Hera then went on to explain that it felt like Dragon Slayer Magic was being used here, but clearly there were no mages within sight. She also went on to explain it didn't feel like it was coming from a person, which led Rose to believe maybe there was some kind of treasure emanating the power or Hera was onto some kind of trail. "I see.....well, we should-----ummm who is that?" Rose said as she pointed a paw forward, Hera then caught sight of the back of Sol, slipping into a set of ruins up ahead. The walls and ceilings were partially destroyed, but the ruins towered overhead like some type of temple or church.
"Sol...?" Hera got curious and jogged after him, leaning her back against one side of the ruins entryway until his footsteps echoed well off ahead, given they both had superhuman hearing, tailing him would be nearly impossible. Leaning from behind the side of the entrance, she would follow him inside.
Eventually, even catching up, as Sol was just sitting in the middle of a huge hallway with draconic runes on the walls, some were so old they looked like scratches, but it was the language of dragons. He seemed to have some kind of snack.
Hera would approach him with a "Drem Yo." a slang version of the draconic gretting; saluting him and walking right up to him, sitting across from him with her legs folded straight ahead like she was on the beach, leaning back on her hands. The sound of the wind howling through the cave was all that was heard, and Rose's footsteps, walking around swishing her tail and inspecting things here and there. After sitting there watching Sol eat mushrooms for about ten minutes, she looked around.
"So, some people who knew how to speak the language of dragons lived here....those runes aren't big enough for an actual Dragon to write on the walls.....that doesn't mean a Dragon didn't live here, I'm sure there are larger chambers ahead!" Hera would nod and smile at Sol, her eyes moving to the tail wrapping around him, nice; she thought.
Hoping up and stretching, Hera would put her hands on her hips and keep them there. Walking around and inspecting things.
"Sol do you ever think....our magic is too dangerous to be used." Hera said, not looking at him, but keeping her hands on her hips, looking up and down at a wall and reading it in draconic. "I mean, it was created to slay dragons, not exactly to be used on regular people." she looked at him now, briefly, but shook her head.
Now, since she'd been back on Earthland long enough, she'd reverted to her true age as Heero's daughter. 13 years old. Her hair color was still pink, a mix between her parents; Alyia's bright white pink and Heero's deep blue.
"Look all I'm saying is we need to be more careful. There's no telling what'll happen." Hera had begun to see things a bit more clearly and was worried for Sol. He was beginning a transformation that would be frightening to a lot of people. If she knew him which she thought she was beginning too, he wouldn't stay in the dark forever. If he started some kind of war she would side with him, as over the last year she'd begun to see him as somewhat of a brother. But at the same time, she would always try to get him to make good choices, with Sol, that usually came down to "just chop off a hand, don't kill him" or something like that, but she knew there was good in him. Good was in all Kings just as Evil was.
"So are we translating this place or what?" she said, finally turning to him, stretching again.