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*Well, my name is Sigilos. And I haven't seen this Red before.*

He knelt next to the unconscious dragon, inspecting the wounds.

*Not too bad, I can heal these easily.*

He looked back at the Imperial, calling on his expertise.

*Do you have any Wintergreen around here? Some of that, and a little yarrow would do great.*

"Why do you need those herbs? Can youo just heal him yourself? And I don't know if we should heal him Sigilos, I just can't place the deeling, but there is something wrong here." Tyros says, backing away from the red dragon.

As he started walking away toward the patch, he called back over his shoulder.

*He may be strange, but so am I. I'm healing him if you like it or not. And the herbs are better for him then just healing him, believe me, I do this all the time.*

He found the patch of Wintergreen just around the closest bend in the river, a patch of yarrow nearby. On the way back, he also found some clover. Taking these back with him, he knelt by the red and began to pull things from his pocket of Otherspace, the same way as the pencil he had given Shaydra. He placed his items on the ground, a mortar and pestle, a few bowls, and a couple herbs he kept just in case. Then, he dipped one of the bowls in the river, scooping up some water. Grinding the yarrow and wintergreen to a paste, combined with a drop or two of water, he smoothed some of the paste on the wounds. He ground the clover in another bowl, filling it half way with clover and some of his other herbs, and the other half with water. This mixture he poured into the red dragons mouth, making sure he swallowed every bit. Afterwards, he made the red comfortable, making sure he could breath.

*There, that's all I can do. And like I was saying before, yes, I could just heal him in a few seconds with a thought, that's not the point. As a wise woman once said, "When you can do anything you can imagine with a few words, it is not the destination that matters. What matters is the path you take to the destination." I would only use my powers for this if it was a matter of life and death. These wounds are no where near death.*

Shaydra looked at Tyros unbelievingly. "You don't know magic?" she said incredulously.

((yay eldest! i LOVE the inheritance triology.))

He gazed at the white dragon, amazed.

*You don't know? Me and you both have natural magic, it's in our blood.*

He cocked his head to one side, thinking. then he spoke in a soft tone of voice, beginning to realize something.

*How old are you, Tyros?*

Sigilos got up and stood next to Tyros. He laid one paw gently on his shoulder.

*It's ok, I should have realized earlier, you're not the dragon I knew before. I knew the other white dragon, from the great war. Perhaps that was your father. The point is, you have more magic then most dragons, actually you have more then almost all. Only me and a few others have the same amount.*

He looked the white dragon in the eyes, his tone kind, but serious.

*I don't know what happened to your mother, but if you want, I will teach you how to use your powers. I don't know all of your power, your magic is a little different from mine, but I do have a book that the old white gave me, before the war was over. I'm sure the answer is in there. When we get a chance, we can go to my home and you can read it. The choice is yours.*

I have more power than almost all? Me...there has to be a mistake... "I would like that. Thank you. Now, tell me. Can you feel the same negative energy coming from this red as I can? I fear that you may have helped the only dragon that will send word about me and you without a second thought. What will we do if that happens?" Tyros asks. "Silversky...Falcor, you agree that we should move the red away from us right?" Tyros asks, looking at the two.

((Ummm, has anyone else noticed that all of the red dragons posts and his profile have disappeared? I think he was banned or something...))

*I feel something, but negative energy does not always mean evil. I know many spells that could be called evil, does that mean I am? Besides, it seems to me that he's not going to wake up anytime soon, and I have an idea why.*

He crossed his arms over his chest, gazing at the red, unmoving form on the ground.

*I have heard of something that is sometimes done to dragons, a method of torture used by the darkest of the enemy. They use magic, and remove a small piece of the mind at a time. It is a painful process, and it can't be undone. While the body will live, since the brain is intact, the mind is totally gone. If he does not revive in a few days, then we will know what his fate has been.*