Not even striking the interest of the others, whom were busy somewhat, Syris had sensed a small change in the boy's soul. It was- not gone- but altered. He watched as a flash of light blinded his eyes, and soon enough, a small dragon stood where the boy had been. Syris froze, only seeing this kind of magic in so little places. Dark magic... Just as though he was to say something, he heard a voice.

Turning his head, he didn't quite catch the name of the fellow, but he said he was a Night Dragon. "Ah! A night dragon! Such a hard race to come by!" The Mage said. "So very hard to find them in Dragon Form. Heh, Most decide to come out at night, Your a nocturnal species, I assume? No! Why am I asking! That's just plain rude of me, of course you chaps do."

Brax stares at Brisingr. how could he have done such a thing to his friend? he had hurt him, but then he knows what had happened. he looks down at his hands. he was able to see bow! but what he say was not right. "Am i a dragon?"

Brisingr nods. that magic had came deep from with in him from an unknown source, but he knew it was a dark magic. for a boy so young and lost he was now a powerful dragon the kind that could control time. only a few dragons like that were ever made, but when they were the world moaned. nothing would ever be the same, the world now rest in the boy's claws.

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Noche stared at the man.
A mage, I presume. He thought to himself. There was so much going on, but he wanted to take care of the human. He stood up taller, trying to hide his fear.
"Yes, why, It must be strange to find a dragon like me here, at this time, but the day star helps me more than any at night. Why I am here? I wanted to know what was happening." He said, trying to keep his voice straight.

"If your a Mage than fix me!" Brax yells flapping his little wings.

"No!" Brisingr yells. "Stop your going to stop time!"

"What do you mean?" Brax says confused

"That is the same question as well." Syris spoke softly to the Night Dragon, then shrugging his shoulders. "Morley, you'd have to ask yourself. I came about on accident." Syris then turned his head to face the dragon-turned boy, who was beginning to turn frantic. "He can't freeze time if he doesn't know how!" Syris said, almost as if his line of work had been offended. "Come here my boy, I can fix you. Or- a cosmetic fix." Syris suggested.

Who is this man? He thought to himself, instresed in him. Maybe I should follow him... As he was thinking, a Skywing dragon ran up to him "Noche!" She screamed, flying towards him.

"what i have done can not be undone, that is the sorrow of my dark magic." Brisingr says. "i am sorry Brax."

"But, why?" tears form in his eyes. he was deeply sadden by this.

"Dark magic cant be undone, young one, that is the sad truth, but dont think of it as a burden, but as a dream come true." Brisingr was trying to make the boy feel better. "if you wish i can teach you how to shift from dragon to boy."

Brisingr! That was the large dragon's name! Syris grumbled a few words, since he had heard the name before. Many decades ago... "Brisingr! The name sticks in my head like a bad tune!" The Mage said. "How is it to not yet shift into your human form? You'd think it would this fine boy in the art? You've already scared him half to death!"

The skywing glanced over to the mage. Her eyes widened, and she fluttered around him.
"Wow, a mage!I've only seen one once, remember, Noche?" She said, still fluttering.