The Black Wing (2 page)

The dragon fed herself on the blood that oozed from her wounds; it slaked her hunger
somewhat, though it gave her no energy. She bled mightily from a host of large wounds and
broad scratches. Every part of her huge, unfamiliar body ached. Her massive head felt
heavy, yet strangely light and dizzy at the same time.

Stopping to rest for a moment on a large, jutting rock ledge, Khisanth allowed herself to
look up at last. The light from above was noticeably brighter. She could scarcely believe
it. The opening had to be near, perhaps not even as far as the length of her own body, a
mere thirty feet.

If only I were a bit closer, she thought blearily, I could stand on my haunches and pull
myself up. But she knew there wasn't enough strength in her claw arms for that. If only I
could eat. Or sleep.... Her lidsher whole cumbersome bodyfelt heavy and lifeless. Just a
few moments of rest, she thought, and I'll be able to make it.

Khisanth struggled to curl her bulk up on the narrow ledge. Pressing her neck and spine
into the stone wall, she tried to settle on her right side, but her long, heavy tail
slipped over the edge. Its great weight dragged her down, hind feet scrabbling futilely.
Suspended for a moment in midair, Khisanth flapped instinctively. She heard a snap in one
of her wings as it caught on the walls. She fell, plummeting, spiraling head over tail,
every part of her scraping and slamming into the rough stone walls. In her descent, she
became aware of a regular pulse of light, dim at first, then bright and hot like
blue-veined lightning. Takhi-sis's evil realm would be filled with fire and lightning, the
dragon thought distantly. Perhaps the Dark Queen has summoned me, and I am on my way to
her side. Khisanth could barely keep her enormous, golden eyes open. She struggled against
unconsciousness, wanting to witness her first journey into the Abyss, the plane where the
evil goddess made her domain. Yet the dragon lost the battle, even as she felt the strange
surge of energy pulse through her body.

“The sun will energize thee, Joad,” Kadagan said kindly. He brushed the silvery hair from
his elder's shoulders to make way for the beloved sunshine, which cut through the canopy
of trees just beyond the mouth of the pit. Truth to tell, Kadagan doubted anything but
Dela's return would restore Joad's vitality.

Joad's well-being was but one of countless reasons Khisanth had to help them rescue Dela.
Time was running out, and Kadagan knew the dragon was their last hope. Secretly, the
nyphid had grave doubts that the quick-tempered dragon would ever cooperate with them.

Kadagan and Joad stood watching the bands of blue-white lightning illuminate the darkness
of the pit, lifting the unconscious dragon like a gigantic sling. Just ten more

feet and the creature would be aboveground. In anticipation of her arrival, the nyphids
had cleared the passage of rock and dirt days before, when they had left the stubborn
dragon below to begin her climb. The opening had been little more than a gopher hole when
Joad had first sensed the strong, magical life-force far underground. At Joad's
insistence, they had widened the abandoned burrow to a mere two feet to permit their own
passage. It was now a crater vast enough to accommodate the dragon. Kadagan and Joad
jumped back as the sizzling, buzzing bands of electrical energy bearing the dragon rose
past the mouth of the pit, then levitated her to the side. Waggling a tapered digit,
Kadagan commanded the lightning to follow him and Joad as they set off into a shadowy
forest. The trail was not nearly large enough to accommodate the passage of a dragon, but
the white-hot energy carrying the comatose creature singed a wide swath through the
undergrowth. Large trees toppled left and right, severed from their now-smoldering stumps.
A half-league from the pit, the nyphids led their burden through the last dense ring of
pines in the darkened wood. The sun pounded a grassy field that stretched as far as the
eye could see, the horizon broken only by the occasional cot-tonwood tree jutting skyward.
Goldenrod, purple bull thistles, and lacy wild carrot swayed in the breezes above the tall
grasses. Grasshoppers and yellow-breasted meadowlarks sprang from the path. Well into the
grasslands, Joad and Kadagan stopped. The dragon-bearing lightning hovered momentarily,
then gently lowered the body into the stiff, late- summer grass. Abruptly, the fingers of
lightning disappeared into the maynus globe which hung, imperceptible in daylight, at
Joad's side. “She is gravely injured,” observed Kadagan, walking a path through the
head-high weeds around the dragon's crumpled form. Crimson trails of blood cut the dust on
Khi- santh's black scales. The pink flesh of one nostril was split all the way to her
thick lips, which were pulled back in a wide grimace that exposed a broken incisor among
the jagged teeth. Many of the claws on the dragon's forearms were torn off at the
cuticles. Worst of all, her right wing bent backward, obviously broken. “Will she live?”
Kadagan asked Joad. The elder bent over the dragon, pressing to her wounds fresh leaves of
the lady's mantle plant. The astringent juices of the circular, blue-green leaves helped
to stanch the flow of blood. Kadagan knew that if the elder nyphid was trying to save the
dragon with his herbal skills, there was still hope. When Joad finished, the small nyphids
struggled to straighten the dragon's bent wing into proper position. Kadagan was glad the
creature remained unconscious through what had to be excruciating pain. Suddenly, Kadagan
felt something squeeze him around the chest and hoist him from the ground. Legs dangling,
gasping for breath against the ragged black claw that con- stricted him and made his
rough-spun tunic chafe, he looked over his shoulder and saw the dragon's golden eyes
regarding him accusingly. Khisanth suddenly became aware of a dull ache that grew sharp in
the claw that held the nyphid. She dropped the green-clad creature as if burned. “Are you
pixies trying to kill me?” Struggling to keep her head off the ground, Khisanth looked to
the gray-haired nyphid. He was busily attempting to secure a straight, thick branch to her
wing with a length of vine. Though Joad frequently tossed a concerned glance over his
shoulder, he did not stop his ministrations. Khisanth winced from the stinging pain
beneath Joad's hands, but did not try to stop the creature. “We are tryingto setthy wing,”
Kadagan gasped. 'Thou must have broken it trying to climb to the surface.“ ”The surface,"
Khisanth repeated in wonder. Her expression turned abruptly stormy

when she realized she hadn't arrived there on her own. Her last memory was of falling
headlong from the ledge. She'd seen a light, lightning.... She'd thought it was Takhisis
calling her. “How did you bring me up?” she demanded. Kadagan nodded toward the glowing
ball hovering at Joad's shoulder. “We are unsure of the physics involved, but we simply
told the maynus globe to catch thee, and” “You should have commanded it to leave me in
darkness,” Khisanth interrupted harshly, unimpressed. Her sensitive eyes, long accustomed
to the darkness of sleep underground, squinted against the bright sunshine in the field.

“The light of the sun is healing. Shadows foster infection,” stated the nyphid
emphatically. His companion bobbed his gray head in agreement. The creature's confident
tone reminded Khisanth of their conversation below ground. Her eyes narrowed. “I presume
you believe I am indebted to you now and will feel compelled to rescue your friend?”
“Actually, we” “I didn't call for your help or ask you to tend my wounds,” the dragon
snarled. “I especially didn't ask you to wake me before it was time. You may have ruined
my chances to aid my queen. For that alone I should kill you.” Her leathery eyelids opened
wide in an expression of mock tolerance. “However, I will acknowledge your aid, although
unwanted and unwarranted, by letting you live.” Expecting a show of gratitude, or at least
fear, Khisanth was surprised to feel Joad still wrapping her wing, the chestnut-haired
nyphid silently watching, arms crossed, expression unconcerned. Irritated, Khisanth
snapped both wings painfully to her sides, sending the elder nyphid flying. She tried to
pull herself to her feet. Clenching the muscles in her mighty jaws, the dragon summoned
the last of her strength, more determination than power. She pushed her head and chest off
the ground with her claw arms and rolled from her side. Resting for just a moment,
Khisanth then planted her horned hind feet under her broad belly. Driving her legs up and
locking them, the dragon managed to stand briefly. Her lips drew back in a mocking smile.
Then she teetered and wobbled and crashed back down on her chest, setting the ground
shaking. Khisanth sucked in shuddering breaths through nostrils pressed to the sun-warmed
dirt. Reluctantly opening her golden eyes, she saw pity on the faces of the nyphids. “Get
away from me!” she bellowed, then weakly scraped her arms over the grass, as if to bat the
nyphids away. “Thou hast brought on the bleeding again,” scolded Kada-gan. When the
silent, elder nyphid began applying more leaves, Khisanth did not protest. Instead, she
closed her eyes and tried to listen to the noises around her: locusts buzzing, birds
singing, wind rustling through leaves. The sounds were neither familiar nor unfamiliar.
She vaguely remembered hearing the combined din as a young dragon, but had never paid much
attention to it. Now she focused on it, used it to drown out everything else in her
muddled, starved brain. Maybe if she kept her eyes closed long enough, all of itthe
nyphids, the elements that had conspired to trap and weaken herwould disappear, and she
would not feel so... defenseless. That realization made her want to lash out again, but
she knew she hadn't the energy. “Food will restore thy strength.” Kadagan pulled several
worms from the humus underfoot and laid them proudly before the starving dragon. “Here,
I've found thee something to eat.” The scent at her nostrils brought Khisanth's red,
forked tongue from between her sharp teeth. She lassoed the two tiny worms, pulled them
back into her jaws, and let them slide down her throat without chewing. Opening her eyes,
she looked around greedily for more. “Were the worms not enough?” Kadagan asked in
surprise.

“I'm not a bird,” grumbled Khisanth, her senses awakened by this merest nibble. “I need
meat!” She paused and eyed the creature warily. “But I don't need to owe you for anything
else. I can hunt for myself.” Khisanth tried to pull herself to her feet again, but she
couldn't even manage to squat on her haunches. Kadagan saw exhaustion in the droop of the
dragon's head. “We can discuss the details after thou hast feasted,” he suggested. “What
dost thou require?” Khisanth sighed inwardly. Since it was obvious she couldn't hunt for
herself, she might as well test the limits of their skills. “A moose or other large
creature would do nicely,” she said artlessly, smothering a smug grin as the younger
nyphid's flickering blue eyes grew as large as fists. How these tiny creatures would go
about slaying a moose, so many times their size, was not her problem. The ludicrous vision
gave her the first amusement she'd felt since waking. They shouldn't make promises they
can't keep, she told herself. Kadagan was, indeed, in a quandary. Nyphids derived most of
their energy from sunlight, but they needed water and ate fruits and vegetables because
they tasted good, and because they, too, needed sunlight to flourish. But a moose? Joad
touched Kadagan on the shoulder and suggested the obvious solution. Tucking the maynus
globe into the neck of his tunic, the elder hefted a tiny sack woven of spiderwebs and led
them on a moose hunt. No longer encumbered by the slow-moving lightning sling, the nyphids
moved swiftly over the shady forest floor, headed southwest toward higher elevations. They
scampered up trees and slid down sunbeams. The forest gave way to pine-covered foothills,
and the nyphids' bare feet sent the dried needles snapping. Past the foothills, among low
scrub and decaying pines, they saw badgers, mountain goats, and wolverines. They left the
beasts alone, though, considering them too small to meet the dragon's needs. At last the
nyphids spotted their prey, lazy-lidded, lounging on a knoll in the last rays of day.
Placing a finger to his lips to keep Kadagan silent, Joad slipped his hand under the lump
inside his tunic and removed the large globe, letting it hover at his shoulder. The maynus
made no sound and cast a dull yellow glow in broad daylight; the small bolts of lightning
within were gone. The elder nyphid then reached into his spiderweb sack and removed some
crumbled, pungent herbs. Joad sprinkled them atop the globe. Soundlessly, he bade the
maynus to float until it was over the unsuspecting moose's fuzzy, oak-leaf-shaped antlers.
The globe reached the beast and slowly rotated, spilling the herbs bit by bit. Nearly
invisible, the dust sifted down through the air to settle on the animal's head and
shoulders. The natural sedative properties of wood betony, chamo-mile leaves, cowslip
petals, and valerian root put the already drowsy moose to sleep. At Joad's wordless
command, the bands of lightning formed within the maynus, then encircled the moose. The
creature snorted and twitched from the movement, but did not awaken. The lightning was
benevolent and didn't set the moose's hair afire any more than it had singed the dragon's
scales. Their captive in tow, the nyphids headed back downhill to their hamlet in the
grasslands and the hungry waiting dragon. ***** Darkness had descended, and Khisanth was
sleeping fitfully by the time Kadagan and Joad returned. The glowing bands deposited the
moose before her. As the scent pene- trated her dreams of food, the dragon's red-rimmed
eyes popped open in disbelief. Khisanth vaguely heard a sounda voicebut she was beyond
hearing, beyond caring. Her jaws stretched wide, and her daggerlike teeth pierced the
creature's rib cage. The moose awoke, screaming with surprise and pain and rage, and tried
to scramble away from the dragon. Blood sprayed and gushed across the ground. The moose
thrashed until Khisanth, strengthened by every grisly bite, slashed and severed

its head with her mighty tail, silencing its death cries. Kadagan and Joad watched, both
repulsed and mesmerized. The nighttime sounds of the forest were drowned out by the clamor
of crunching bones and slurping. In barely the time it had taken Joad's herbs to put the
moose to sleep, the ravenous dragon had consumed the entire corpse, spitting out only the
hooves in distaste. Kadagan stared mutely at the gory remains. “The hooves are too bitter
and tough,” Khisanth explained, “not moist on the inside like bones.” With that, a great
belch ruffled the dragon's blood-flecked lips. She sighed happily, deeply, then picked at
a pearly tooth with a razor-tip claw. “More.” Beyond amazement, the nyphids delivered two
beavers, a goat, and four long-eared hares before Khisanth's gluttony was slaked that
night. “Art thou fit enough to speak now?” asked Kadagan after a time. He sat cross-legged
in the center of an unusually large, three-foot-wide seed pod, low enough to the ground to
be obscured by the surrounding tall grasses. Its soft, waxy sections fanned in a circle
around him. Joad was similarly perched in the open center of another of the pale green
plants. Khisanth was curled before a fire Joad had made for her. The yellow glow of
fireflies blinked on and off across the field, and a small benign swarm even clustered on
the fringes of their camp. “I'm feeling generous,” said the dragon, leaning back on an
elbow lazily, still picking her teeth. “Go ahead and name the price for your unwanted aid,
and I'll consider it.” Kadagan looked mildly surprised by her attitude. “Nyphids do not
embrace the concept of indebtedness,” he said. “We helped thee because it was mutually
beneficial.” Self-interest. Here, at last, was a concept Khisanth could understand. “We
intend to pay thee for thy services.” Khisanth's brows raised in surprise. She could not
think of anything they could pay her that she would value ... gems, perhaps, but unadorned
as the nyphids were, jewels seemed unlikely. “Art thou interested?” pressed Kadagan “You
don't waste much time, do you?” asked the dragon. “We have none to waste,” Kadagan said,
suddenly grim-faced. “Dela is dying.” Khisanth sat up. “I'm listening.” “First, watch the
maynus,” said Kadagan, then nodded to Joad. The gray-haired nyphid stepped up before the
dragon and cupped his slender hands. The bright globe slipped between them. As Khisanth
watched, a moving picture began to form where before small bolts of lightning had danced.
The image of a nyphid in a white tunic appeared, curvy and golden-haired, obviously
female, with the same backlit glow of the others. There was an etherealness about her that
instantly engendered in the dragon a notable urge to touch the globe. Khisanth looked at
Kadagan. “Dela,” the dark-haired nyphid supplied. “My betrothed. Watch closely,” he
commanded with an insistent gesture toward the globe. Dela knelt at the bank of a stream
that appeared to cut through the grassy plain. Lying on its side in one of her tiny hands
was a hummingbird. Its head sagged as it gamely sipped water Dela had scooped into the
other palm. With the maynus a barely visible glow at her shoulder in daylight, Dela
touched her finger to the bird's diminutive, iridescent breast. Sparks flew. Khisanth
thought Dela had killed the thing. But the creature, more butterfly than bird, sprang up,
and its wings began to beat so swiftly they blurred. “Dela heals animals. That is her
gift, as herbs are Joad's,” explained Kadagan. Khisanth's eyes remained on the maynus. In
the globe, a smiling Dela tossed the rejuvenated hummingbird into the sky, and it flew
away. The nyphid pulled herself up to her bare feet and turned away from the creek.