I don’t usually go talking about dreams like this, but… this one was special. But I feel like I should write it in third person. Just… well, you’ll see.
Okhurous opened his eyes, coughing, and slowly moved his limbs. His arms seemed to work… his artificial foot was working… he couldn’t move his other foot, though. That wasn’t a good sign.
He coughed again, and squinted, trying to see through the fog of acrid smoke. If his staff hadn’t been knocked too far away… there. It was poking out of what used to be part of the airship’s hull. Groaning at the aches all over his body, he dragged himself forward, but soon found he couldn’t get far. He glanced back and saw his foot was trapped under more wreckage.
Great. Just great. But he might be able to reach it. Stretching, gritting his teeth against the pain, he swiped at it. Just short. Again. Closer.
A third time, and his claw tapped it, pulling it just a bit closer. With a couple more attempts he manged to jostle it close enough that he could grab its tip. Carefully he worked it out from under the twisted piece of steel that had trapped it. Just grasping it in his hand made him feel more in control.
Focusing, he attuned to the earth, then reached out… there, nearby, there was a rent in the ship’s hull that he could pull some stone through. A few moments later and it was floating next to his outstretched hand. Okhurous aimed carefully, then hurled it with all the might of his magic. Miraculously, it worked, knocking the wreckage off his foot without crushing it further.
Of course, that didn’t keep him from almost fainting as the blood loss picked up. A quick glance and he knew he’d have to set it.
"Hello?" A hesitant voice called out from somewhere behind him. "Did… did someone else survive?"
"Busy," Okhurous grunted. Gritting his teeth, he got ready for what he was going to have to do.
He couldn’t quite suppress the howl of pain as he set the bone back into something resembling its correct position.
Okhurous recognized the voice. Ensign Dunn, the helmsman’s understudy.
"Yeah," he gasped, then focused again, calling upon water to heal his wounds. He sighed with relief as the pain eased, and noted that it also helped clear up the smoke somewhat.
Once he was feeling better, he carefully got to his feet, and quickly decided not to put much weight on his only partially healed leg. Leaning on his staff, Okhurous called up more water to clear the air a bit more, then squinted again in the direction of the voice.
"Commander… you’re alive," Ensign Dunn said. He looked as bad off as Okhurous had just been, one arm trapped under another piece of airship structure.
Okhurous nodded, and started carefully picking his way towards the human. The ship had crashed on its side, and everything not bolted down had slid down the deck to one side. Walking involved bracing against the angled deck and what had once been a wall, which was not easy on his injured leg.
But somehow, he reached Dunn. “Let me get you out of there, Ensign,” Okhurous said. He positioned himself carefully, and pulled his rock trick off again. Years of experience had taught him greater control than he would have thought possible back when the Pact was young.
A quick examination showed that the young human’s arm wasn’t seriously broken, and some water magic patched him up well.
"The others, Commander…"
Okhurous shook his head. “Think we’re the only ones who made it. But listen.”
They were silent for a moment, the only sounds some quiet sparking from some component that still had power and the wind whistling in through the rents in the hull. Slowly, it dawned on the Ensign.
Okhurous nodded. “No roaring. No cannons. The dragon’s dead.”
"Then… we’ve won…" Dunn was clearly still dazed.
"Let’s get out and see who else is still alive."
It took a while to find their way out, but it was a great relief when they finally climbed out of the wrecked airship. There it lay, still unbelievably huge even in death. And there were other Pact airships still in the air… and Pact soldiers coming towards them.
As Ensign Dunn hailed them, waving and shouting, Okhurous glanced back at the ship. He’d insisted his command airship be named the Sieran. It seemed fitting, somehow, that it should give its all in this battle. Sieran’s death had basically started the Pact, and now… now the Sieran's death heralded the end of the fight against the dragons.
Okhurous sighed… and collapsed.
Next, he was in Orr. But Orr was changed. Years of work were finally bearing fruit. The land was coming alive again, and cities were springing up.
Like this one. They’d wanted to name it after him. Okhurous City. He snorted. Yeah, that rolled off the tongue. Okhurous had manged to convince them to name it Tyria City instead. The capital of the Pact, now that it stood for something more than just uniting against the Elder Dragons.
It stood for unity and peace. And this tower, that he hadn’t managed to get named after something other than himself (Trahearne already had too many things named after him), was a symbol of that. It combined each race’s architecture in a way that somehow blended together harmoniously, making something that even his old Charr eyes, starting to fail just as his fur was greying, could agree was beautiful.
"Now, Commander Okhurous… will you do us the honors?"
The new city’s mayor offered him a pair of scissors. Okhurous accepted it with a nod, even though he thought this whole ceremony was a bit stupid. He hobbled forward, and cut the ribbon, formally opening the ‘Okhurous Peace Tower’ for use.
As cheering erupted behind him, he slowly turned… and smiled. He was too old to enjoy their new peace for long, but his cubs…
I hope I don’t have to go through an airship crash like that, but… if it’s what it takes, I’ll do it. I’ll even sit here at our HQ and hand out orders instead of going out in the field like I want to if that’s how I can best take the Dragons down. Because… I want to see that city.
[OOC: As you’ve no doubt noticed, I haven’t been doing much with Okhurous lately. I decided I wanted to do something to give him some closure before I completely left him behind, so I wrote this.
So, to any who still might be following this blog, I suppose this is farewell for now. Maybe sometime in the future I’ll come back to Okhurous, but don’t hold your breath. If, for some crazy reason, you’ve enjoyed my writing, you can still follow some of my other projects, though. I run two other Tumblr RP blogs, one for a crazy shapeshifting cat and one for the Guardian Spirit of Eagles. I also write a web novel about two half-dragons and a griffon, and sometimes contribute to the Sygnus blog under the name of Almonihah. Anyway, it’s been fun, everyone!]