Chapter 28: Avatar

Pain and Anger was all he felt at that moment- Náttúrumaður knew very well that his forest was being damaged, and he would never forgive who hurt his forest like this! Before him stood an ash field, burned out trees and soot, roots and flowers turned to ash by the raging flames of pain and misery that burned the soul deeply to the core- these flames were consuming his home, and he would not let that happen! Gathering energy and weaving magic, he quickly casted a 5th level spell: [Control Winds], which let him do as the spell says! His hand gathered the magic energy around as a giant gust of wind push forward as he flapped his pink, floral wings. He also used [Create/Destroy Water], a simple 1st level spell of the Transmutation School.

However, by casting it a higher level, he clearly could create more water, which began to fall from the sky above into the world below, letting the cold dripples of water hit the ground as the smoke rose from the ground, the fire getting set off. His green eyes sought the vision of the one who set off this fire, and when he saw the red dragon before him, he hissed in anger: "You!" He screamed in draconic, one of the few languages he knows how to speak- Since he communicates with Mokzaxirrathan using the 3rd level Divination spell named [Tongues]- Which he can keep it up for a long time.

"I'll skin you alive- I'll take your scales off and wear them as fucking armor!" His bark-like skin withered as he roared- anger filling his heart as he chanelled Necrotic Energy intoo his throat as he roared a black beam of gaseous energy- The red dragon looked petrified to move, but the now withered Náttúrumaður was not only using his breath weapon attack, but also enveloping the red dragon in a powerful binding- Giant ethereal chains bound the dragont o the sky as he created a spell on the fly: [Binding Chains], a 6th level spell from the school of Illusions,

The shackles cracked in place as the dragon tried to break, but the breath of death hit the dragon and it's rider- Náttúrumaður could'nt see what was happening, since the black cloud of necrotic energy swirled around the red dragon and his rider, sucking the life out of their bodies in a brutal and ruthless way- Like it was taking off their skin and hide, pulling it apart with sharp claws and teeth.

Their eyes were hollowed uot, their skin and hide hugged their bones, there was no longer any organs on them as it withered and tunred to ash- Their mouths hanged low as ash and dust fell- The black cloud surrounding them dissipated as Náttúrumaður's withered body began to heal slowly, his thin, weak wings were not enough to hold his draconic body in the air- He was falling.

His eyes turned fully white once again as it suddenly was filled with life energy- His body was still falling though, because he no longer was concious.

But at that time- Mokzaxirrathan's platinum draconic form caught the falling body of Náttúrumaður, for even his draconic form was smaller than Mokzaxirrathan's draconic form. The platinum dragon that Mokza turned on was majestic- His glimmering silvery scales reflected the sun's light, his red-golden eyes glowed as his long antlers-like horns glowed with magical energy, he also had a large scar across his chest that had this weird purple, black blood seeping out of it- A curse. [Now...] The draconic voice echoed through his head and chest, as he both spoke and thought the same thing- their voices were on and the same.

[We take care of you...] There was a sudden burst of light green energy that seeped into the ground when they landed, expanding from Náttúrumaður's unconcious body as a presence echoed in within him. Like... An echo of pain, love, and anger as the eyes of the draconic form of Náttúrumaður snapped open- Glowing white with divine energy as a voice spoke: [Interesting...] Those white eyes stared at him in wonder, the draconic form of Náttúrumaður started to slowly go back into it's human form as the voice said: [An interestng world... Falling apart from inside out- Should i help save it? You, you share a sacred bond with this one, don't you?]

Mokzaxirrathan could only nod- [And you carry within you a curse as well- Oh, this body is bound to die if i stay inside it, i guess i should leave, but don't worry, i'll talk about you two to my husbands- They'll be interested in this world as well.] Mokza couldn't know what happened, because when he blinked, the presence was no longer there. [What...] Both Mokza's voice and the dragon within him spoke at the same time, they knew what just happened, for it happened to him before.

Mokza knew how he got the dragon within him- a Deity just descended within his beloved Nátt.

But he couldn't guess which Deity- The one who rescued him and ended up giving him the dragon within his soul was the Goddess of Death- The Weaver, who gave him his life again when she saw something within him, something that was within his soul... He didn't know what she saw, but he knows it was the dragon, why the dragon was so important was not something he could guess the answer for, but he doesn't care- His baby just got possessed by a deity then and there!

"Nátt, baby-" He was worried, his head pressed against his chest and heard his heart beating slowly, which meant he was still alive... Alive.

He was alive.

-Scene Cut-

On a far away dimension, surronded by endless seas of stars and darkness, a light shone upon the land, as a pink-haired deity smiled at the stars, saying: "I think i just found the best Avatar."

-Author Note-

A god's Avatar is a mortal that gets some of the god's power and does some work for that god- Mostly the Avatars start as Minor Deities, but an Avatar for this god? Oh well- I gave you guys the clues and foreshadow for this, if you guessed it before, then congratulations!