The Chrystalline Dragon

by Nathan Crossland

Disclaimer - All characters are copyright of J.K.R. excluding Linden Xiloscient who is an original character by Nathan Crossland. I take no responsibility for my overactive imagination and it's actions because of what it is under the influence of. HeH

Chapter One - Sea of Mist

The mist rolled out across the dark moor. Between the clouds the small sliver of the moon peeked out but barely spread any light across the bleak landscape. Here and there trees broke up out of the floor of mist. Dark, gnarled pinnacles of rock amid a slow moving, tranquil sea of white mist. The dark feathered birds flitted here and there, their shadows barely seen in the dark clouds, just blacker blots upon a black background. Slowly the mist floor begins to be broken, a dark figure disturbs the sea of mist. A man slowly climbing to his feet off of the floor, his hooded cloak flickering slightly on the wind and his dark, long hair being thrown about slightly. His figure looking like a stranded victim of some shipreck unknown, cold and in need of rescure. Slowly he reaches up and rubs his eyes then slowly brushes some hair out of his eyes and surveys the landscape around him.

"Damn, I really hope that I'm not missing my Friday night just to be stranded out here in the mist for a while," said the man, his eyes deep and old yet he looked young, maybe in his 20's.

"I assure you Mr Xiloscient, i brought you out here for a reason. You are here to die!" said a cold voice, alerting the man of someone behind him.

"Wow, that's the first time I've heard someone threaten me politely. They usually just call me "Oi!" or Linden." Linden Xiloscient calmly said as he slowly turned around, his eyes flashing with blue light, to face a dark robed figure.

"Well you are in much more danger than your were in when others threatened you, i can assure you," said the dark figure, from a mouth unseen in the mists.

"And I can assure you that you seem to have underestimated here, I'm going to leave here alive you, on the other hand, have a very low survival rate." stated Linden, smiling slightly.

Then suddenly both the figure and Linden launched backwards a few feet, energy and light blazing from both the figures wand and Linden's hand. The figure muttered an incantation under his breath and suddenly a blast of black energy flew straight at Linden but Linden managed to see it coming, rolling to the side and launching a counter attack by firing a ball of blue energy at the figure, catching him off guard and knocking him to the ground.

"Voldemort's Death Eaters seem to be lacking in strength these days," laughed Linden as he floated up into the air, suspened by a spell.

"Or maybe I'm just not fighting at the best of my abilities!" hissed the Death Eater, trying to fake confidence while getting to his feet then suddenly he fired another blast from his wand at Linden knocking him back a few feet in the air but not overcoming him.

"Sly, but you're going to have to try better than that!" he said, laughing slightly, as he reared up, his eyes blazing with energy and then suddenly he threw out his arms and a huge blast of white light launched from his chest, striking the Death Eater almost instantly, and almost ripping his body to shreds.

"You.. won't.. succeed!" Stuttered the Death Eater with his last few breaths.

"And who'll stop me? Voldemort? Hah, I'll get to Harry Potter first whether he likes it or not!" he laughed, compltely cool and confident. Then with that he turned and was gone with a flash of blue light.

Slowly the mist returns to normal returning back to how it was before the recent fight. Calm returns and all is the same, waves upon waves of unchangeable mist unweathered by the time and passing events.

**

The dark room was silent other than the snores and shallow breaths of the people laying in the beds set orderly around the room. Dim rays of moonlight crept through the window illuminating a small square of wall with cold, ghostly white light. Then a figure in one of the beds stirred, his sleep suddenly disturbed by something unknown to anyone, even him.

Harry woke suddenly after feeling something, for once it wasn't his scar hurting, which was a strange tingling in the back of his head. He didn't know what it was, why he was feeling it or what it ment but he knew he was feeling it and it wasn't normal. It was as though someone was jabbing the surface of the back of his brain with needles.

"I'm sure you can't get pins and needles in your brain," he thought to himself, then shook his head but it didn't go away so he stood up. He knew he wasn't going to get any sleep tonight, not with that tingling going on. He decided that he might aswell go and sit in the common room for a while so through the door and down the steps yawning as he went. As he neared the bottom of the steps he noticed that the fires were still all burning in the common room.

"Strange, nobody could be up at this time but why else would the fires still be lit?" he muttered to himself, still half asleep. He got to the bottom of the staircase and looked around and saw a head of bushy hair laying on one of the tables. He slowly walked over to the table.

"Hermione?" he said, but she didn't answer so he presumed she was asleep. Gently he brushed her hair away from her face.

"Wow.. she actually looks cute sleeping. But that's about the only time she looks cute." he laughed to himself and then suddenly Hermione woke up.

"mmmf?.. Harry? is that you?" she mumbled, lifting her head and rubbing her eyes, clearly still on the border of sleep.

"Yep, it's me. I just came down to try and clear my head after I woke up," he replied.

"Your scar isn't hurting again is it?" She said, concern clearly present in her voice.

"No, no. It feels perfectly fine. But anyway, what are you doing down here this late?" he replied, half musing over what the feeling at the back of his head could mean.

"Um.. well I was reading this interesting book last night and I guess I just fell to sleep on it." she said slightly embarassed but relaxed when Harry just laughed and dismissed it as something anyone could do.

Harry sat down next to her and yawned then rubbed the back of his head.

"If your scar wasn't hurting what woke you then?" Hermione said, still not trusting that he really came down here just to clear his head.

"Well.. I guess it's this strange feeling.." he replied.

"What sort of feeling?" she asked, with still that same tone of concern, as she straightened her clothes and closed the book she'd fallen to sleep on.

"Sort of like... pins and needles.. but at the back of my head." He tried to explain, but somehow it fell short of the full feeling. It was something more than pins and needles. It was telling him about something. Of course he had no idea what it was telling him about.

"I think I might have heard something about that sort of thing." Hermione stated "It's part of telepathy I think. When someone is trying to tell you something then you get that tingling feeling. It's sort of like a phone ringing, you just need to know how to pick it up."

"Telepathy?.. who'd want to contact me?.. except.. Voldemort...." he thought. The thought of Voldemort caused his head to cloud with anger. He hated Voldemort for taking away so much. If only he was strong enough.. if only..

"So how would I pick up this ringing phone then?" he asked, managing to put aside his thoughts for a second.

"Well, for once, I don't actually know. We'll have to do some research about it. Well, in the meantime I'm going to go and get some sleep. I suggest you do the same," she said then stood up "Goodnight Harry" she smiled at him and slowly climbed the stairs to her dorm.

"Well that's shed a bit of light onto this.. whoever wants to contact me must be up to no good. I'm going to have to be cautious about this. Well, I guess that's this weekend's time spent then.." he thought to himself then sighed, he hated spending long time researching but it seemed that it was what he spent most of his years here at Hogwarts doing. He got to his feet and yawned then returned to bed too, his rest peaceful and undisturbed.

A/N - it feels strange writing again after such a long break.. I think I'm getting better again.. When I wrote the original version of this chapter (originally 2 chapters) I hated it and everything it stood for.. now I feel it's atleast a bit better.. well tell me what you think with a review, heh

by Nathan Crossland

Disclaimer - All characters are copyright of J.K.R. excluding Linden Xiloscient and Reon Hujito who are original characters by Nathan Crossland. I take no responsibility for my overactive imagination and it's actions because of what it is under the influence of. HeH

Somewhere in the dark chamber a green sickly light pulses spreading it's malicious glow across the starkly furnished exterior of the room. The sound of sharp, hissing intakes of breath and the green light reflecting off of a pair of blank, evil eyes are the only signs that someone actually resides in the room. The heavy air of the room dulls the senses and gives off a forboding feeling of something waiting in the corner to swallow anyone whole on a moments notice. Suddenly the almost evil silence of the room is broken by a quick, frightened knock at the door.

"Enter" hisses a cold, dark voice after a few seconds of heavy silence. Then slowly and cautiously the door opens, spreading a dim rectangle of light upon the blank opposite wall.

"Lord, there has been no report from the Death Eater sent to exterminate Linden Xiloscient. We presume the worst." the cloaked figure at the door stuttered, the scent of his fear almost like a sledgehammer to the face in the usually heavy air.

"So the Dragon Lord has defeated them, I expected as much." Voldemort said slowly, increasing the maliciousness in his words so the scent of the Death Eater's fear becomes even stronger.

"We will send more of your army to defeat him." the Death Eater said, trying to fake confidence.

"It will do no good to send the expendable troops. I have underestimated Linden one too many times. We must send in one of the "special" troops I have recently... aquired." hissed Voldemort, pausing for a moment near the end to add even more weight to the air but passing it off as just trying to find the correct word to say.

"Yes, sir. I shall do that straight away." stuttered the Death Eater and then with that he was gone, closing the door behind him. Then slowly the feeling in the room returned to dull and senseless but somewhere in there a feeling of anger and vengeance pulses slowly.

**

The sun dawned bright and cold through the window of the dormitory, illuminating the red and gold around the room with a light that isn't too unfamiliar in the cold mornings of Winter Britain. The figures laying in the beds slowly roused one after the other and then slowly made ready to go through the morning rituals that come natural to them after so many years at Hogwarts.

"Morning Ron" Harry said through yawns as he saw the bright red hair of his best friend poke through the curtains of his bed.

"Mornin'" replied Ron, yawning too. "Sleep well?"

"Like a log." lied Harry, not wanting to tell his friend about the "ringing phone" that drills at the back of his brain even at this moment.

"Same here. Well more like a baby log" laughed Ron, twisting 2 well known phrases into one.

The rest of the boys in the room grunted their morning greetings to each other before getting wrapped up in their personal schedule of getting ready for classes. Then without warning a low throb began to come from Harry's scar, by now he knew better than the reach up and touch it because he didn't want any more attention because of it. Something deep inside him told him that Voldemort was seething with anger somewhere. Why Voldemort was angry Harry couldn't guess but he knew that if the Dark Lord was angry nothing good could come of it. Slowly he put his things in his bag and put aside the throbbing of his scar so he could think of the morning ahead of him.

"Great.. Potions.. As if I haven't got enough distractions without Snape breathing down my neck incase I step out of line" he thought, dreading to even enter the dungeon classroom he was about to make his way to with Ron.

At the bottom of the steps they met Hermione, even she seemed dulled in enthusiasm because of the first class of the day. In her hand she clutched a book which she would class as "light reading" but usually falls under the catagory of "a few months work" for most people. Quite suprisingly she thrust the book out to Harry as he approached her.

"Here's a book that might help you." she said smiling. Slowly Harry looked the book over in his hands then when he noticed the title, which was "Telepathy: A breif guide to your telepathic powers", he figured out why she was giving it to him and put it quickly in his bag.

"Telepathy?... why would that help Harry?" Ron asked Hermione, not knowing what was going on at all.

"I'll tell you later, Ron." Harry answered, for Hermione, and Ron grunted but didn't put any opposition to letting the subject die since he was used to this sort of thing by now. Then the 3 of them left the common room, talking amongst themselves about the random things that they usually talk about when there's nothing important to discuss, which seems to only be when there's people within earshot.

**

The cold wind rustled in the tree tops of the forest, solitary birds here and there croaked or sang their morning songs. Sounds came from place dotted across the heavily cushioned floor of the magically still green forest as the nocturnal animals returned to their homes and the daytime creatures slowly roused and started the day. The heavy thud of fast footfalls echoed through the silent sea of trees and then quickly the vision of Linden Xiloscient came into view. He was moving at inhuman speeds, a deep blue glow about him.

"I must reach him" he thought "Otherwise all will be lost"

Linden sped up and he was so destracted by his thoughts that he didn't notice the red blur come from the trees above him and straight towards his right side until it was too late. Quickly he span but not fast enough, still taking the hit dead in the chest. He flew backwards and hit a tree then slid to the ground. The red blur slowly came into focus showing that the blur was actually a person clothed in a deep red martial arts gi. Confidently the red clothed man strode over to Linden, a sickly red glint in his eyes.

"You need to take more notice of your surroundings, you're too slow." he laughed, maliciousness heavy in his voice.

"Or maybe I just need to attack anyone who tries to catch me unaware." snarled Linden as he rose to his feet. "Infact I'll start doing that right now, Reon Hujito."

"You are too weak to defeat me, Linden." hissed Reon, his eyes glowing a dark red.

Then both at once Linden and Reon launched at each other, their red and blue energy entwining as they exchanged blows. Neither seemed to be winning the fight until suddenly Linden managed to land a hard blow to Reon's face, sending him sprawling. Almost instantly Reon rose to his feet and then suddenly an aura of dark flames burst up around him and like a ball of fire he shot into the air. Linden, aware of what he was about to do muttered an incantation of his own and suddenly a pair of large blue scaled wings tore out of his back, his whole body glowing with a blue light. After a few seconds he too shot into the air after his opponent. Mid air the 2 powerful beings clashed, their blasts of red and blue energy flying off in random directions and sending birds into the air. If it wasn't for the magic of the forest all of the surrounding area would have seen the fiery dual but fortunately it was safeguarded. Then suddenly a blast of blue energy knocked Reon from the air and like a missile he hit the ground, leaving a trench in the ground. Slowly Linden descended, breathing heavily.

"I thought you might be slipping in your old age." laughed Reon, now on his feet and nursing his injured side.

"You know I always keep on my toes." said Linden, grinning. "It's good to see you again."

"Hey, I knew you'd need my help so I thought I might aswell just lend a hand." Reon said and then reached out hugged Linden in an almost brotherly manner.

Then without another word they both looked at each other and launched off deeper into the forest at inceadible speed, the ground behind them ruined by the heated battle that happened only minutes ago.

A/N - I managed to write a chapter in one that I actually think is possibly long enough if not a little flawed. I know that maybe 2 original characters might be 1 too many but the main reason for Reon being there is sub plot (yes, there is such a thing in this story heh) and for a better flow in the action scenes. But since I only got good reviews really for my previous chapter I decided that I may actually be good at writing hehe.. but anyway please read and review.. any questions or ideas you've got for me i'd be happy to reply to them in my next update

by Nathan Crossland

Disclaimer - All characters are copyright of J.K.R. excluding Linden Xiloscient, Reon Hujito, Karion and Li (oh and any other character who I might have added.. maybe just some robed guy or something.. they're still mine ya know) who are original characters by Nathan Crossland. I take no responsibility for my overactive imagination and it's actions because of what it is under the influence of. HeH

Chapter Three - When Energies Collide

The stars twinkled hopefully in the sky and a half moon spread a strange white glow across the bleak landscape of the open moor. A few trees and rocks were scattered across the ground as though the creator of the world had added them there as an afterthought. On the distance 2 fast moving blurs could be just made out, one red and one blue. Slowly 2 figures stepped out of their hiding place behind a rock and cast aside their black robes. One stood at 6 foot 4 inches, his large muscles toned to perfection, the other only stood at 5ft 6 inches but she carried with her an air of power far past the weak image that she had. Both were wearing dark green fighting gis with small silver serpents embroided on the chest.

"Ready yourself for the fight, Karion." the woman said. "I don't expect it shall be all too easy."

Karion just replied by grunting then closing his eyes and focusing. Almost instantly an aura of deep green energy began to surround him, blots of different tones of green could be seen here and there twisting through the mass of energy and creating a swirling aura. Then slowly the aura died down and Karion opened his eyes and spoke in a deep, booming voice.

"I am ready, Li. Are you?" he said and Li nodded in reply.

By now the blurred shaped of Linden and Reon were getting closer. The sound of their heavy feet could be heard for a good distance around them and the vibration could be felt even further around. Linden raised his head and suddenly he felt something, grabbing Reon he span to the side just in time because at the exact moment Reon was pulled to the side the flying shape of Karion flew through the space that Reon was standing a moment ago. Rolling to his feet Reon stood and faced Karion.

"This one is mine, you take the woman." he hissed, Linden being not the only one who can perceive things without seing them.

"You'd best give it your all Reon, I don't want to have to save you." Linden laughed and then turned as the green and red energies of Reon and Karion began to blur together in an extremely fast duel of hand and fist. Linden ran towards Li, his feet leaving deep marks in the grassy floor, then launched himself into the air and brought his foot around to strike her in the face. She was ready for him, grabbing his leg she span around and slammed him into the rock her and Karion had been hiding behind only moments ago.

"Your speed is inferior to mind, Dragon." she said calmly as he stood up, wiping a trickle of blue blood from his cheek. His only response was a grunt as he brought his fist back then threw a punch straight to her face, but again she was too fast for him and manage to deflect his blow and land her own punch into his stomach sending him sprawling into the rock again. He clutched at his head, that blow had knocked the wind from him and his head was clouded.

"I need to defeat her.. but how.. she's too fast" he thought. He managed to snap out of his thoughts just in time to dodge a well aimed blast of energy to where his head would have been. Seizing his chance he ducked low and sweeped her legs from under her, this time hitting her and knocking her easily to the floor. He brought his hand up and fired a ball of energy straight towards her stomach but again she managed to dodge and counter attack, this time to his face.

"You weak fool. Surrender now and I shall make your death quick." she hissed. Then slowly Linden stood to his full height and a strange blaze of blue energy sprouted up all around him and he spoke in a voice that made the surroundings tremble.

"You are the fool. You weak human. Feel the wrath of the dragons!" he roared and then suddenly the blaze of energy around him twisted itself into a spike and drive straight into Li, completely destroying her and leaving no trace of where she used to be. The land where she used to stand was broken and destroyed, a long, burnt trench gouged out of the floor. Then slowly Linden swayed and fell to the floor unconcious.

**

The pages of the book were slightly brown and worn, but you expect that with books from the school library. The words on the pages seemed too long for Harry's mind to comprehend anymore, it bored him to death and what with the coldness in his brain getting even stronger he just felt like he couldn't go on anymore. Slowly he stood up, his legs creaked slightly. He'd forgotten how long he'd been trying to comprehend the paragraphs upon paragraphs of information in the book but he knew it was a long time. He vaguely remembered having to light a candle to see the book but he didn't know what time he'd started to read, and since the sun sets early in the winter, and how long after the sun had set he'd been reading.

"All that time reading and I still don't understand it that much." he thought. He'd tried to receive the message a few times, using the theory from the book, but with little luck apart from small peices of garbled sentances saying things about a dragon and finding something. He stretched his legs and walked over to the window, as he looked out into the horizon it seemed to him like he saw a red and blue blur but he blinked and it was gone. Slowly he walked over to his desk and started reading again.

**

"Damn! This guys hella strong!" Reon thought as he wrestled with Karion, their enemy energies clashing in an explosion of colour. Karion managed to win some ground over Reon and, seizing the advantage, threw him into the air and brought a gigantic fist into his side which knocked him through the air. Reon managed to seize his bearing and span himself around in the air and stopped, floating off of the ground. Then he fired himself at Karion at such a speed he became a red arrow of energy streaking towards it's target. He connected with the blow and Karion reeled slightly but wasn't really effected.

"Small flies always stinging me." Karion laughed. Then he grabbed Reon and slammed him into the ground, leaving a large dent. Spinning around he brought his heel down onto Reon's back and Reon cried out in pain. Laughing Karion did the same again but this time a column of dark flames erupted from nowhere and knocked Karion backwards. Slowly Reon climbed to his feet, his eyes completely black and his hair on end in long spikes of white hair.

"I am no fly. I am your nightmare! Bow to the fure of the demons!" he hissed and the ground infronts of him erupted into a huge wave of dark flames and red energy which enveloped Karion and then died down but no trace of him was left. Reon slowly turned around and stumbled, his body bloody and beaten, to where Linden was lying.

"Hah, he couldn't take it. Spent up all you energy? You...." but his words were cut short as he too fell to the ground unconcious.

A/N: I think this chapter is a bit shorter than my other 2.. but I really didn't want to add too much more after both of the fights.. I guess I unveiled what Linden and Reon actually are now. How can a dragon or a demon look like a normal human? I hear you ask.. well all shall be reveiled next chapter.. as always please read and review.. remember, don't drink and drive.. you might spill your drink.. before you get behind the wheel just stop and think.. you can take your chances, but there's so much to loose.. another bumpy road and so much wasted booze..

by Nathan Crossland

Disclaimer - All characters are copyright of J.K.R. excluding Linden Xiloscient and Reon Hujito (oh and any other character who I might have added.. maybe just some robed guy or something.. they're still mine ya know) who are original characters by Nathan Crossland. I take no responsibility for my overactive imagination and it's actions because of what it is under the influence of. HeH Chapter Four - Memories and Messages

Harry turned yet another page and read the words on it. Finally he'd got to a point where he thought he might be able to "pick up" the "ringing phone" in his head. Slowly he closed the book and got to his feet. Taking his wand from from his desk he slowly cleared his mind and began to do an intricate wand movement.

"actus adnuntiatio" he said in a clear voice and then suddenly his vision went black as he was swept to somewhere else in a different form, an astral form. His vision began to clear and before him there was a white ball of light. The glow from the ball of light was so bright he has to shield his eyes from it. He felt the light go straight through him and probe him, it was a strange feeling. It was sort of like something was twisting all of your insides around, looking for something but taking in every single part of you in perfect detail at the same time.

"All is correct." said a booming voice that dulled the senses so that the voice seemed even more important. "You are the one who the message is ment for."

"A.. message for... me?" stuttered Harry, not knowing what to do in this postion. He felt like he was laying completely open and naked to eyes that could see past your physical body and into your mind.

"Yes, a message for you. The message is this: The Chrystalline Dragon will fall into your hands soon. The arrow is flown to you. The secret to the power is that which the Dark One reels from. In that can be found the way to defeat the Black Wyrm." the mystic voice spoke and then just as suddenly as he had got there Harry was thrown back into his body. As he opened his eyes he realized he'd fallen to the floor when he got back to his body.

"Ow.. that first steps a killer.." he thought as he got up. He put his wand down and sat in his chair again. He ran through what he'd just heard in his mind. It didn't make much sense yet but he wrote it down and went to his bed feeling drained completely. He fell to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

**

Linden lay unconcious on the soft grass as the sun set. His mind raced through it's limitless knowledge peicing together what had happened. That's when his memory kicked in, it took him back, far far back. To him it seemed that he went back thousands of years but it wasn't that long really, or atleast not on Earth. The world around him was a greyish blur then, slowly at first, it began to focus and before him was Hogwarts. Not Hogwarts as it is in modern day but the Hogwarts of the past. Outside young witches and wizards played, completely carefree. It was a time when the Dark Lord wasn't even a rumour carried from the furthest reaches of the world. A simpler time when dark wizards were known but weren't feared because there was so few of them. Outside stoof a small boy clutching a pendant around his neck. His short blue hair shifting slightly in the wind and the bright summer sun reflecting in his eyes, one green and one purple.

"That's me..." Linden thought as he looked at the boy through his invisible eyes. As he watched himself his younger self let go of the pendant to show a small silver dragon, perfectly made. Then his younger self slowly walked, head hung towards a desolate part of the school. The young Linden stood there by himself, looking around slowly. He made sure nobody was around and then took off his pendant and threw it into the air. Suddenly the pendant began to glow with a bright white light and then began to grow to the size of a normal dragon.

"Greetings, Linden Xiloscient." the Silver Dragon said, bowing it's head low to Linden.

"Um... hi..." Linden stuttered. "um.. i don't mean to be rude but you just came out of my pendant.. and you're talking.. and i'm sure dragons don't talk.."

"You would be right in thinking the dragons you know of don't talk." the dragon stated "They are mere children in comparison to the former glory of the Dragons. Originally the Dragons were a race of natural magic users who had the power to shapeshift into the form you know as Dragons these days. Over time the Dragons became lazy and stayed in the form of the giant lizard for too long. They began to lose their higher brain and divert to the primitave, animalistic creature you know today."

Linden stood there, nervous, trying to understand everything he'd been told. Slowly, and unsurely, he spoke. "but.. what has that got to do with me?"

"Good question!" the Dragon laughed. "The filtering of souls has made the original souls of the Dragons go back into the bodies of the humanoid races. You may thing you're a simple human but in truth you're a powerful dragon, you just haven't unlocked that yet. You have a big destiny ahead of you child, a large burden to shoulder."

Then slowly the memory faded to black. The grey swirls returned again and began to focus again, but this time it wasn't Hogwarts before him but a wide opening in a forest. Within the forest was gathered about 10 Dragons of varying colours. In the middle of them stood Linden, more like what he looks like in modern day.

"You make a bold statement in saying that you are the Dragon Lord returned to earth. What makes you think we would believe that you, a puny human, are infact the most powerful of our kind?" a large dark red dragon hissed.

Linden grinned cockily, it seems the nervous blue haired boy had fallen from him as he got older and was replaced by a confident, strong-willed man. Without saying anything he drew a silver bladeless hilt from his belt, upon it was a dragon, it's tail wrapping around the handle and it's wings making the crossguard. He helf it up with both hands and concentrated then slowly a blue blade of energy projected from the open mouth of the dragon on the hilt.

"He has the power to activate the Sword of the Dragon Lord! Surely he is what he claims to be!" gasped a small green dragon, almost falling over with suprise.

"That is not enough for me, he must show us his true form!" snarled the red dragon.

"Well if you really want me to..." said Linden then he spaced his feet apart and let go of the sword, letting it float in the air nearby. Closing his eyes he concentrated then, at first slowly, a blue aura began to appear around him. The aura grew in strength, the ground around him shaking violently. Then suddenly the form of Linden turned into pure blue energy and exploded into small balls of blue energy. The balls of energy began to pulsate and grow then quickly they flew together and formed the shape of a giant glowing blue dragon.

"Is this enough proof for you!" roared Linden, now larger than the other dragons.

"I give in.. he truly is the Dragon Lord returned.." said the red dragon.

The words of the red dragon seemed to repeat to forever as the image blurred to black again.

** Reon was also in his own mind as he lay unconcious, but his mind was much different. Before him stood a fiery red figure, it's fierce eyes glowing brightly with an evil light.

"You must betray him and take the dragon from him." snarled the figure.

"I shall never betray my friend." hissed Reon, a light burning in his eyes too.

"Lord Voldemort orders us to return to him, you must do as he wishes!" roared the figure.

"He is not my Lord! He has no control over me!" spat Reon and then launched himself at the figure.

The explosion of energy was intense, red clashing with red in an eternal battle. But who will win?

**

The grey blues in Linden's mind began to focus again, he was in the white halls of the greater powers. A ball of white burning energy was floating in the centre, infront of it stood Linden as he is now.

"The chrystalline dragon must be delivered or all hope is lost and the darkness shall encompass all." said a mystic voice that came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Linden just nodded and took the glowing dragon figure from the air infront of him then turned and ran out of the hall, knowing he needed as much speed as possible.

A/N- A very short chapter for me but it's just to get Linden's background out in the open really. The next 2 chapters might be my final chapters unfortunately but I'm going to try and stretch it out. The thing is, would you really want me to stretch it out with needless action scenes? Or do you just want me to get to the point and write the ending to this? heh.. as always R&R

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