Silvertree Chronicles Bk. 04

She heard her chuckling, "No, we expected you to have them in the normal time frame. It changes nothing on your time projections."

Jazzia looked at her, "Get the Countess, Doc, and someone knowledgeable in multiple births. I am going back to the waterfall. Have them meet me back there Vivia. Wendia go get deflowered. This probably has something to do with me being the champion. No other reported cases of this happening and it is not his fault."

She sighed and the two of them went to the other bed. She got up naked trailing his seed back to the falls while Vivia went running for assistance.

She laid down on the grass and was visited by The Lady of Dreams. She put her hands on her stomach. She shook her head, "This is very dangerous. You deliver you will likely only deliver once. Thankfully."

Jazzia looked at her, "Thankfully?! I thought having heirs was a given?!"

She looked at Jazzia and nodded, "What we expected over two births plus more! They all appear to be gestalts. Not what we expected. This could rip you apart."

The Countess looked at the Lady, "No, we just need to have her change forms. It is good you moved out here. You are right she will likely only have these children. This will make her infertile but it is the best chance of saving her life."

The Lady and she seemed to be talking mentally as they exchanged information.

---

The Countess thought out, "I cannot connect to your divine form but you could hear me like his. Bahamut has asked me to get her to change forms and lock her form as that of a dragon."

The Lady of Dreams thought to her, "Why is Bahamut involved with our champion?"

The Countess thought back, "I am not sure unless for some reason she is not your champion. Regardless this will be the only way to save her life and those of the children. I have been tasked with watching over her. No, I did not know this was happening until I was contacted to come and aid her a few seconds ago."

The Lady of Dreams looked at her, "I am not sure how the sword will react to her. She should keep it from herself for now."

---

The Lady of Dreams looked furious. Then she looked at Jazzia, "Do it!"

The Lady disappeared. Jazzia switched into dragon form just as Vivia came in with Doc and her Great, Great, Great Aunt Trisna.

The Countess cast a spell to lock in her form.

The Countess looked at Jazzia, "You will be like this for at least a month."

Jazzia nodded, "No visitors except my husband, other wives, Melia, Dame Staria, Doc, My Aunt Trisna the cleric, and my cousin the Duchess. I want to see all of my spouses when he has separated from Wendia."

Jazzia looked at the Countess, "Because I am a champion."

She looked at Jazzia, "That would be my guess, even your Lady was perplexed by this change. She said not to grab your sword while locked like this because she is unsure if it would recognize you."

Jazzia looked at her and summoned Kart'Ros, "Karti' Ros do you recognize me?"

She heard him chuckle, "Yes Knight Champion."

Jazzia looked at her, "Bring me my sheath."

The blade recognizes me." The goddess echoed, in her head, "That was foolish."

Jazzia thought back, "The words did not come from you or Corellon Larethian. Having a dragon dictate what an Elven Blade Singer should do with an Elven relic bound to me is not in my code. I have handled the blade in this form before. I thought it was too cautious. I wanted answers."

Jazzia heard Corellon Larethian from behind her, "Three parts brave and one-part fool."

She looked at Corellon Larethianand spoke, "That would make me brave. I would take a knee for you but getting up does seem to be a problem at the moment."

He looked at Jazzia, "You are fine there my champion. They will see you past this but somethings will change from what I see. Your skin will become tougher than it was before. Your vision will be like that of your father, and you will be able to cast draconic magic."

Corellon Larethian thought out to the Countess, "I will hold you responsible if she dies. Bahamut will answer for this interference. The abilities she is gaining is from him and we are putting a stop to it before he does irreparable harm to our champion.

She will fly as fast or faster than you and be more maneuverable at the moment. We have stopped any further changes while we discuss the matter with Bahamut."

The Countess looked up in shock and then she nodded to him in a moment of fear.

He stood, "You are in good hands."

Jazzia looked at him, "I will see the rings without the need for the glasses? Even the new ones?"

He nodded, "Even the new ones."

Then he was gone.

The Countess commented, "You will have better vision than I do. Once this is done, we will see how your recovery goes to get you back onto the battlefield. He thinks you might be able to fly as fast as us with better maneuverability. You are an elf but there will be changes."

Vivia, Wendia, and Grandaxxa came in all dressed. Jazzia looked at the three of them, "Even our Gods did not predict this. Do not blame him. Doc while you are here, I want you to do checks on those two. Grandaxxa over here a moment. He came forward on the verge of crying. Jazzia looked at him, "I will be fine. I will only have one set of children."

The Countess looked at her, "You cannot share his bed. We do not know what it could do to you! The reason for doing it was children. You will have enough children."

Jazzia looked at her, "What is enough? How do you get to make that call?!"

She looked at Jazzia, "If they all live then twelve. All males. The likelihood of any of them surviving is small. The half-dragons will listen to me."

Jazzia looked at him, "My stud of a Stallion. Doc what is your divination telling you?"

Jazzia glared at the countess, "He is in an elven marriage in elven lands. My gods will decide the matter, not you!"

He chuckled, "I am under orders from the Lady. No divination until they are born alive. She curled up over her sword and went to sleep.

She found herself at Silent Falls but above them at the top where the water poured down.

She looked around and saw the Lady, Corellon Larethian, and someone else arguing. She followed the path down to get to the bottom. She could tell they were arguing but could not hear a thing they said. They did that for hours, did not acknowledge her and she awoke. She thought, "Lady what was that dream about?"

She got no response. She looked over and the countess was asleep on one of the mats behind the waterfall, "Countess!"

She awoke and looked at Jazzia. She sighed, "I will be right there."

She seemed to be steadying herself and then she jumped into the water.

Jazzia looked at her, "What is going on? Why were you unsteady?"

She tried to wave her off and Jazzia glared at her, "Tell me!"

She emerged from the water naked and sat next to her, "They are trying to figure out what to do with you now."

Jazzia looked at her, "Who is 'They?'"

She tried to keep it general, "The Gods."

Jazzia looked at her, "Which 'Gods', I know my two who was the other? Yes, I had a dream with those two arguing with a third."

She rose, "I cannot say. They will tell you when they are ready."

Jazzia sighed, "I want to see Vivia and I need food."

She nodded and walked out. She crawled into the water with her arms and neck upon the shore as she just floating. Vivia came in with a plate of food and a glass of wine.

Jazzia chuckled, "I hate to be the one to break it to you. I am the size of my bedroom. I might need more food than that. Can you bring me my backpack? I have some journal entries to add."

She chuckled, "I can do that."

She did not look happy, Jazzia waited for her to return, "What is bothering you?"

She looked at Jazzia, "You and I have been locked in with the Countess. Nobody in or out."

Jazzia looked at her, "Get her for me and more food. A lot more food. For 30 to start."

She chuckled and kissed her on the nose. The countess came in three hours later. She looked at Jazzia, "I still cannot tell you anything."

Jazzia looked at her, "You do not have to. My journal is up to date and I have my spells memorized including the one to dispel draconic magic. What will that do to me when I dispel your spell on me?"

She looked at Jazzia, "Highly unlikely it would work."

Jazzia looked at her, "I have every tier spell slot above it memorized with it as well. What would you say to that? Normal, heightened, quickened, anything to fill another slot."

She looked ashen and asked Jazzia, "Please do not try and do that." She feared Corellon taking action against her if she did that and died.

Jazzia looked at her, "Then get me answers in the next hour; unlock this place for Vivia. Allow her to come and go. This is my home, not yours. If you cannot respect it then get the fuck out! I gave a list of who is allowed entry, you have no right to restrict it."

She sighed, "Give me a day."

Jazzia looked at her, "You want a day. I want Vivia to get me things to read. No interference from you. You are being too fucking controlling as it is. You are not my mother or one of my gods. I am not one of your fucking half-dragons to rule over. Half-dragons are not yours to rule over, except during war. I am not one of your fucking subjects! That means I gave you a list of those who are allowed to see me in my own home and you will not restrict me further! Confirm your understanding."

She sighed, "She will be right in." The Countess did not back down it seemed. Jazzia would address that.

She sat down and wrote two 'lists.' One being instructions to ensure the Duchess knew of her circumstances and that the King was aware. The other was a set of four rare tomes from the family grand library recovered years ago on a Pirate ship commanded by a blue half-dragon. She then thought to add in 2 others with a special metallic binding to them and told her where to find them in the note. All dealing with draconic magic and deities.

She looked at Vivia, "Do not read them until you are alone and away from the inn. Put them in a non-magical pack."

She nodded and kissed her on the nose again.

She smiled, "Thank you for getting me out of here for at least a little bit."

She returned an hour later with another backpack and sat down with her, "The Duchess was aware of how you are. She was not aware of the lockout, your exact condition, or that you were being kept in the dark. She passed a message to the King. The Countess is currently in the Palace with the Dutchess. Here are the books you asked for."

She nodded, "Thank you. Grab me some ink and another blank book from my other pack."

Jazzia pulled her sword toward her. "Also bring in my gear, armor and all. I might not be in this form much longer. It depends on what I figure out."

She thought, "Karti'Ros I wish to swap an ability out, can you list them for me, please."

Karti Ros answer, "Intelligence, telepathic and the Moon Fire. Built into the blade at the beginning and unchangeable. Summon to either hand, immunity to mind control, and immunity to electricity. Spell turning. All locked by the gods or a former wielder. Danger telepathic warning. Orc, ogre, Drow, undead, and evil dragon bane. Fire immunity. Also, the God ability added which I do not have access to and cannot confirm."

Jazzia thought back to Karti'Ros, "I want to set my enhanced vision to replace orc bane."

Karti Ros chuckled, "Interesting choice. It is set for you. Why the orc bane?"

Jazzia smiled, "I can cut them down by the hundreds without it. Any gestalt will have the ability to do that. The vision has occurred twice in a row for a champion and now I want to lock it in for when it is in a blade wielder's hand. Instead of a Champion."

Karti Ros chuckled, "I like your reasoning. As I said it is set and thank you for explaining it to me. It is also unique."

Jazzia thought, "I have an awful feeling that I am going to be separated from you. Like Eldar's father. Something is going on to cause Gods to be fighting about my future while keeping me in the dark. I wanted you to know my concern and why I am doing this now my friend."

She heard a response from him, "Understood, a reasonable precaution to take."

She read through the books and found what was looking for. She added a few spells to her book. As she had not cast anything she went ahead and changed out two. She then wrote out her own will. Just in case. Leaving her assets to her elven sons and daughters who live. She left space to add more and signed it. She crawled from the water and slept with her gear acting as a pillow.

She found herself at Silent Falls. She still saw the three of them arguing.

She jumped from the top of the falls, switched into a dragon form, and flew onto the top of the water.

She switched back. She looked at them, "Corellon Larethian, Lady of Dreams, and Bahamut. Hear me now. If I have no say in my life then my life is no longer worth living. Bring me into this discussion and let me have a say in my future. I ask this respectfully and with desperation."

Their arguing stopped. She was on a knee before the 3 of them waiting for one to speak. Finally, the Lady of Dreams looked at her, "Do you think you know what is going on?"

Jazzia nodded, "Yes, I believe he either wants me destroyed or more likely he wants me as his champion. With my father killing the other dragon champion."

She smiled, "You have put the pieces together; except it is not you that he wishes to kill. The argument is over your twelve unborn. Should they live, die, or be born into who's world. No decision on who you should be a champion of has been made."

She sighed, "I would respectfully propose they all live. If the question is about who then split them evenly. Taking the six strongest candidates for a blade for the elven people. You stated there were more than you expected in two births. Someone who can bear the sword with pride, integrity, strength, and strong draconic blood.

Let the other six have their talents and be raised by Lady Charlemagne as silver dragons. Named after Eldar's first wife. She could be the caretaker for those children. Or one of the other silver dragon families with young eggs or hatchlings. Your goals align with regards to the chromatic dragons. Leave me elven enough to use my sword and dragon enough for the aerial combat superiority it would bring.

Agree to use me to bring an end to this threat and work to take out the last Draco-lich with my Shadow Riders. You told me I would have the opportunity to do diplomacy but not very often. I respectfully request my input into this issue be considered. I have my will in place and have selected my ability. If you choose to strip the sword from me to give to another like you did Eldar's father then I understand.

In the world we are allies. The same should be the case here. Use me to bridge this gap. I will leave you to finish your discussion and await your decision on the matter. If you would be kind enough to return me to the waking world when you are done asking your questions. If you have any."

Corellon Larethian looked at Jazzia, "Why would propose this?"

She sighed, "I was told I would have two births and be infertile.

That has been reduced and is being threatened. I was told it would be detrimental to future champions and blade wielders if I did not have children. I have been loyal to you and the Lady my whole life. My abilities are split. My skill with a blade is based on the elven culture. My skill in magic is now being drawn into draconic magic because of my blood.

I know little about him except he has the same enemy on the field you are asking me to pursue. I believe I would still answer to Corellon Larethian and the Lady of Dreams but work in the service of Bahamut's goals for the evil dragons. Tackling them first and the Draco-lich later.

Unless you decide differently for me. Losing my children would take away my will to fight on. Feeling them grow inside of me. I would have nobody to be fighting for that carried my own blood. My father lost all of his siblings and I cannot rule that out from happening again or with my own children. Which I have voiced with the Lady of Dreams already.

I cannot consider that in my desire to live. If you remember I had extremely strong negative feelings about seeking out a mate. I was talked, literally forced, to accept a 'Code of the Champion' to produce heirs. I am trying to write the next piece of that code now. Pulling from the paladin's code that I fucking hate. We work to support our allies. Our treaties. Respectfully Corellon Larethian."

The Lady of Dreams sighed, "We will consider your words with our own wishes. We will work to try and reach an agreement soon. The Countess and King are being informed this is not an issue for them but for us to address. They will both be informed when you are informed. Rest now. Eat more for your children. Double your food intake from what you ate earlier. It is for them so they do not take it all from you."

She nodded, "Yes Dear Lady. I thank you all for allowing me to speak on the matter of my children's future for a change. The Lady of Dreams rolled her eyes at the champion and nodded at her for a change.

Bahamut looked at her, "I will contemplate your thoughts on the matter. I need a champion on the field and you are turning into that because of your choice of mates as well as what your father accomplished. Not because of your choice in me. Rest well Champion. You will be a Champion one way or another."

Jazzia nodded to him but did not address him. She awoke and yelled out, "Vivia, we need to see about moving the dining room out here."

She came walking out, "What would you like?" Jazzia looked at her, "12 pot roasts, 12 whole turkey meals, and 12 whole hams with sides. Meals for 50!"

She looked at Jazia, "That is a lot of food!"

She nodded, "I am carrying 12 children right now that need that food. The Lady of Dreams said I should double what I got yesterday. I got them to finally talk with me about the problem. I do not think I can discuss the details but you brought me the books that helped me to find the answers.

I will warn you that all of my children may not be born elven. Those that are not will likely be raised by another. They are not just trying to decide my future but that of 13 lives."

She sighed and came over and hugged her neck, "I want you back in shape. Then back in my bed so we could continue. Grandaxxa is a good husband but he has one trick. Well, two if you count his wicked tongue. His claws hurt."

She smiled, "I dug mine into him that was why he roared like that as I held him tightly to me. The Countess said I should stay out of his bed. Fuck that!"

They sat there with her hugging her. Jazzia rubbed her back very gently with one clawed hand. A few minutes later the Countess came back in. She seemed happier. "They have not told me what you proposed to them but from what I understand they are getting closer to an agreement."

Jazzia looked at her, "I need draconic names lined up in case they make that choice for my children. I would like to name one after your fallen brother. The one mentioned in the Blade holder's journal. You will remove the restrictions on my home or you will leave it. I restricted who is allowed in and if you wish to remain involved in this you will comply."

The Countess nodded, "Very well.." Then she started to cry. The Countess smiled and nodded, "I would like that. They are a big part of this discussion?"

Jazzia nodded, "Yes, I suggested they all live and they be split. The six strongest candidates with strong draconic blood and skill with the sword staying with the Elven people. The other six leading Silver Dragon lives. All with Silvertree as part of their name.