Before These Tides, A History of the Dragon Rider (part four)

May 25, 2012 1:37 pm    Post subject: Before These Tides (part four)
Tyrannde sent the pod of dolphins swimming with great speed in the opposite direction of the swirling whirlpool, as she dove from the safety of their backs and plunged deep into the cold waters of the sea. She hoped their reverse churning would slow the fierce velocity of the whirlpool, and allow her to literally get to the bottom of things. There would be no use to try and communicate with the dragon in its extreme state of panic and agitation. Act now and discuss later was her only plan. Swiftly swimming downward, she followed the vortex of the whirlpool as it extended down, down, down into the murky blue-gray waters, waters that as she went downward, darkened further. Nothingness seen, she swam on faith in the Mother who had always been there for her, who now surrounded her completely. She was sure of what she did not see, sure of what she hoped for....as her hands touched and ran along the crags and creviced wall of rock...and still downward she swam....sensing nothing, so far into the deep she was. Seconds, minutes passed as she went on, until the rock wall seemed to fall out beneath her and disappear, her hands were left to flail through the watery dark, without anchor. Suddenly she was pushed violently by a jetstream of water. Instantly she knew this was the source of power of the massive renegade waterwhirl. On a hunch, she opened her eyes, to see before her a beam of light emitted from the undersea floor upward. Water was being pushed from this hole in the ocean floor powerfully enough to speed it upward rapidly and create the whirlpool. She need only to occlude the hole. The sea world would then return to normal. She could do it with an underwater avalanche of the overhanging ledge of rock, if it could be jarred loose and fall to the floor. But how to create such a phenomenon in the sea? How would she do it on land? Her magic was in the music, in the voice, in the tone, in the sound. Vibrations of the same in disharmony and discordance as an action would birth a reaction of splintering, fragmenting, breaking away. She had seen it on a lesser scale when unhappy tones had been projected at Iniev and he cringed away in pain. Her gift would save the Golden One and likely save them all.