Dragon Realm
Episode 17's

Slowly, the Gryphon's room disappeared. The two of them were now standing in the middle of some sort of strange limbo, the only real object other than themselves was the tapestry. As the ruler of Penacles continued to rub, a new room began to take shape. Initially it was not as focused as the original, but gradually everything became clearer. A wall filled with books appeared around them, except for one long corridor.

A bright light with no visible source illuminated the library. The floor is made of polished marble and the shelves are made of similar materials but are definitely not wood. The library is ancient; any wood will rot, shatter, or petrify now. But the shelves looked like they had only been installed a few days earlier.

The dark face turned towards him. "Where?"

"I don't have an idea. We're gonna need the librarian's use. ”

Not long after those words were spoken, an extremely ancient little figure appeared before the eyes. There was something inhumane about him, because his legs were too short, his arms almost touched the ground, and not a single strand of hair was visible on that egg-shaped head.

It is a gnome, one of the learned types. There are very few of them; aloof, they care more about their books than friendship with other creatures. They eat very little and live much longer than most other creatures. After all, they were perfect librarians. For many years the Gryphon ruled, the dwarves were always there.

"How can I help the current ruler of Penacles and his companion this time around?" The voice broke and seemed to emphasize the age of the gnome.

Gryphon does not take the slightest away from the present use of the word. “We want to know about wind. Incredibly deadly cold wind that appeared out of nowhere and disappeared almost instantly.”

“Mantra wind. Is that everything?" The disappointment of the child librarian was quite obvious.

“This may be a wind spell. This might be something else. Whatever the case, I want to find out what I can about it.”

Gnome, whose name was unknown to anyone, sighed and nodded. "Very good. Follow me. It's not far.”

Never does. Some speculate that libraries have their own intelligence and do what they can to speed up any search. Adding fuel to this speculation is the fact that the rows of books are not always the same color. Last time, for example, the countless volumes were all blue in color. This particular visit, they were bright orange. The Gryphon began to wonder if he was even talking to the same gnome or if there were many small librarians hidden in each area. It was something to ponder in the quieter moments.

The gnome was moving quickly for a creature of his type. He who called himself Simon barely had enough time to glance at a few books as the three walked down the corridor. Oddly free of any dust, they may contain the amount of knowledge about the multiverse. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. For all his information, Penacles did not have, as far as he knew, what would release a witch from her curse.

For some reason, the trip took longer than expected. Gnome muttered something and looked almost worried. Gryphon did not say anything, but he did not remember ever having to walk this far to find the information he wanted.

"Aah!" Gnome pointed a thin finger at the new corridor. "This is one of them. About time!"

With the little man leading, they turned around. The librarian was the first to notice it, and he shouted as if someone had plucked his arm out of its sockets. The gryphon cursed, and his hairy hands suddenly showed long, sharp claws. The witch simply nodded, as if she had expected it before.

In front of them, where the volumes they were looking for should be, there was a large, charred space.

ON THE SHROUDED GROUND of the KABU known as Grey Fog, ghostly figures wearing black-coal armor slowly walked west. There was a glare in their eyes that would cause most men to turn away.

From the dark city of Lochivar, in the land of the Black Dragon, they came.

The large flapping of wings reminded him of the presence of one of the Seekers. There was something strange about the sound of landing. Azran suspects the creature is having problems. Difficulty, judging from the difficulty. He waited, knowing that the bird would come to him when he could.

When it appeared, it looked even worse than he had imagined. It had obviously been burned, and that meant magic. One arm was twisted at a strange angle, and the ancient witch suspected it was useless. What, he thought, happened to his servant?

Seeker looked at him with her predatory eyes. Even as weak as the witch was, the creature could not attack her. Azran's spell has convinced it. Trembling, Seeker knelt at the foot of her bed and moved close enough that her master could touch the crest's head.

The pictures came again. First, there is the Barren Land. Surprisingly, they are not so barren now. Azran's eyes widened as he looked at the patch of grass that spread rapidly towards the center of the Brown Dragon region. Extraordinary power would be needed to overcome the curse given by the Dragon Master. It was one of their most powerful, designed to destroy the power of one of the more deadly Kings, and it worked well. The Brown Clan was now less than two dozen groups. Only a fraction of what they have ever experienced.

That it had been done under Styx and his pale sister was evident. That the blood used was the blood of the Dragon Monarch was extremely shocking. Azran almost lost contact as his hand jerked. So, that's the fate of Brown. Most likely, the Dragon Monarch had intended to sacrifice others and fall prey to the attack. However, there were two things that disturbed the witch.

The Brown Dragon had a Horned Sword.

To succeed with such a spell, the victim must be a powerful being. Who is the victim Brown meant? The current sword bearer, of course, but it did not tell Azran the name. There were very few people with Master status in Dragonrealms; the Dragon Monarch had seen that. He knows about Lady, Gryphon, and the most infamous of the cursed fuzzy witches named Shade, though his first names are numerous. There are others, but none worthy of being called a threat.

This new witch is a riddle.

There's more to see, more to see. Through Seeker's glittering eyes, Azran sees the passing of the shot. There was no danger of such a thing; other than the King, only a few reptiles could master more than the smallest spells. He mentally ordered the bird to advance to the next memory.

castles.

He dreams of mastering the woman who once lived there. Just dreaming, of course. It stung him more than anything. It's too late now. If she understood some of what had happened, Lady Gwen would have been eager to avenge her humiliation in the past.

There was a little shaking. Seeker has passed the spell of Avoidance. Azran guessed that the spell had weakened somewhat since it was placed in the Madam's residence. Either that or the bird is stronger than it looks.

The creature quickly flew over the manor itself. When reaching the back, the yellow prison ruins can be easily seen. It did not appeal to the old witch like the two figures nearby. One of them must be Lady Gwen, seemingly asleep or unconscious. But the other one…

The seeker swooped towards the unsuspecting man. Azran had just caught a glimpse of a young, surprised, and extremely familiar face before the image turned into something else entirely.

It only took him a second to realize that the bird had pulled the stranger into the memory lock. Understanding in Seeker's method, Azran easily chose a path through his rambling mind, sometimes choosing pieces that might be important to him. It was only when he started through the latest memories that he asked for a more thorough game.

A large, empty place greeted him at one point. Someone, who is obviously powerful, has blocked all attempts of the creature to record a certain scene in Cabe Muda—at least he has known the name of his new enemy— the workplace. He thought about kidnapping and questioning the owner, but ignored him. Whoever cast the spell was not an amateur; the innkeeper might as well have a block, as well as anyone who happened to be there. Still, it was nothing more than a delay, something that was undoubtedly known to the casters.

The scene that replaced the void turned out to be more interesting. There was no doubt about the identity of the demon warrior sitting at the table. It was indeed a Brown Dragon. Sheathed by his side was a presence that was all too familiar to Azran. The ruler of the Barren Land had brought the Horned Sword with him on this journey. It would be the tool the Dragon Monarch used to sacrifice this unsuspecting new witch to the Twins.