"Their evil is mighty
but it can't stand up to our stories.
So they try to destroy the stories
let the stories be confused or forgotten.
They would like that
They would be happy
Because we would be defenseless then." (1)
It had been three months for Resurgam just getting to the realm, and now he had spent two months there. The experiment had been successful and the Lich King was unaware, just as Malygos had planned. All was going according to plan for the Blue Flight, but not for Maekrux, for Maekrux had almost forgotten the reason for which he had come. He worked on his runic; forever had he found power in symbols and enjoyed the thought of writing existence into being through the runes. Malygos had commented that his calligraphy was poor, to which both laughed jovially, and so that was where Maekrux found himself, practicing his calligraphy with all five digits. Carving the magic into the air, claw tips dancing and glowing as they moved side to side, round and around as the hands that held them turned and waved, long runic stories came into existence only to fade away upon reading, never to be perfectly repeated again. It was a serious meditation upon the power that stories had and upon the patience and reverence to let things come and pass that would drive the industrious mad. But Maekrux understood the value to such patience, for Maekrux was dragon.
Once more the symbols faded into nothingness, leaving behind only their memory. As they did, Malygos stepped into the chamber and lumbered around Maekrux, curling in front of him. “Brother Resurgam, I would like to thank you.”
“Thank me? Why, Lord Malygos?” he asked.
“For me to answer that question, I must tell you a story. When you last visited here, many years ago, it was a different time indeed. I was a tired and unfeeling wreck. And that too requires a story which I shall impart to you now.
“Long, long ago, over ten thousand years, we dragons were whole. We had been empowered by the Travelers to defend this realm from all forms of evil – those who sought the destruction or subjection of this land. We discovered in time that such evil did exist and it made itself known as the Burning Legion: the infinite evil that has threatened this land since the Old Gods were subdued. When they came into this land, we dragons came together to decide how best to withstand their threat. Our youngest aspect and my greatest friend, the Black Aspect suggested that we turn all the power of the dragon race against the interlopers through an artifact called the Dragon Soul: his own creation to be imbued with the essence of every living dragon. It would permit us to share our power, every dragon’s power in every dragon, and form a nigh undefeatable force. Some were skeptical of this sharing, but I stood by my brother’s side. I urged the others to contribute to the Dragon Soul. And so the dragons were convinced. But the Black Aspect, unbeknownst to us all, did not contribute his essence. He had been tainted by something ancient and evil. With it, he took control of every dragon at the apex of a great battle. We blue dragons, masters of Magic, were the only ones who were able to resist the control and so we tried to stop him. But though we could not be controlled, we could be killed and through the magic of that infernal device, my entire Blue Flight was destroyed in a cloud of blood. I survived only for my strength, but I was unable to resist again. He – he who became Deathwing had destroyed my heart. The blood of my children rained down upon me, and I wept.
“Though he was eventually deprived of the Dragon Soul and forced into hiding, my heart had broken beyond repair. I cared for nothing but my own grief and sealed myself away in the Nexus. In retrospect, I might have been considered insane, for my viewpoint was so skewed that I saw all as unnecessary, un-alive, unforgivable. I raged internally amidst my sorrow. And for ten thousand years, I saw none, inconsolable.
“I was approached by Krasus, a red dragon in disguise. He wished to free my sister, Alexstrasza, from the binds of the orcs. Though Deathwing could no longer use the Dragon Soul, he had duped others into using it for him. I did not care, though. For inside I was bitter and broken still. But then he offered me hope: my sister, Alexstrasza is the Life-Binder. She would be able to restore some of my flight to me, not those who had died, no, but to give to me new children, another chance. Begrudgingly, I agreed. We fought with Deathwing while the mage Rhonin destroyed the Dragon Soul with a scale from Deathwing himself. With Alexstrasza freed and our powers fully restored, we attacked at full force, and Deathwing was defeated.
“Even this did not restore my sanity. Killing my brother was only the first step at healing for me, for the wounds had festered for ten thousand years. That was when you arrived, Maekrux. Resurgam. I had been overseeing the few children Alexstrasza had given to me, when you arrived. I was interested in you, for you were different, a distraction. At first, I thought you one of my own children! Perhaps that is why it was so easy to call you Brother. But you were a distraction from the pain. In your stories, I began to see that I was not the only one who had suffered. Perhaps you have not suffered on the scale that I have, but you have known what it is like to be completely without family. You have known was it was like to be without friends. You have known what it is like to be without power. And still, you tried. I was so amazed at how you had suffered and yet still continued to try. That was why I took you under my wing; that was why I helped you: I wanted to be like you, Resurgam. I wanted to be able to rise again.
“And so that is how we came to this place. I have found redemption for the blacks, I have found hope, and I have found conviction – sweet conviction – the purpose for which I now must live. I cannot express how good it is to see you again.”
“Lord Malygos, I don’t know what to say… I am honored,” Maekrux said after a pause. He was struck by the Spell-Weaver’s candidness. How could so ancient and great a dragon as Malygos have fallen so far? How could Maekrux have been the one to raise him up again?
“You are more than honored, Resurgam: you are blessed.” If only Makerux knew it.
“I am glad to be here, Malygos. But-” he paused. But what? He had come here for a reason, but he could not remember what it was. He had family here and – ah, that’s right, he had questions about family. “Malygos, you found redemptions in the blacks. They all turned against the other dragons, didn’t they?”
“Yes, though the evil of their Aspect. But through magic, they have been restored. Come and see.” And so Malygos led Maekrux from the chamber and to another place within the Nexus.
1 - Ceremony, by Silko.