“I’m not risking anyone,” Julius snapped. “I’m refusing to let you sacrifice them to buy an easy out. I still believe we can do this. You’re the one with doubts.” He tilted his head. “Why are you making this my decision anyway? You already have the Kosmolabe. You could open that portal and run whenever you want, with or without me.”
To his surprise, the Black Reach lowered his eyes. “I am not without fault,” the construct admitted quietly. “I was built to guard the future of our species. A perfect seer, uncorrupted by the usual draconic appetites for conquest and domination. But steering the future cannot be done coldly. Guiding our kind to a better place requires a certain degree of optimism, and that leaves me as vulnerable to the beguilement of hope as any other dragon. Hope for the future is why I fell prey to Brohomir’s plan, and why I still linger now. The course with the highest chance of success would have been to open the portal the moment it became clear that your Merlin’s plan had failed, but I could not bring myself to do it, because I knew if I ran away then, the one dragon I wanted to bring most wouldn’t be with me.”
Julius’s skin flushed beneath his feathers. “You don’t mean me, do you?”
“Whom else could I mean?” the Black Reach asked, his ancient eyes pleading when he lifted them again. “You are the opportunity I’ve waited ten thousand years for, Julius Heartstriker. That’s why Brohomir chose you. He knew you were the only one I couldn’t kill, because killing you would mean killing my own hope. I’m certain you’re the one who can push us to a better future. No dragon has ever gotten all the clans to work together, but you did so in under an hour. What other miracles could you work, given the time?”
“But that wasn’t me!” Julius said. “Amelia got them here with threats!”
“But why did Amelia call them?” the Black Reach asked. “And why did Svena help her? Why did the Golden Emperor pledge his support to the Heartstrikers, his sworn enemies for the last six centuries? Why did the Daughters of Three Sisters, the clan who has hated yours more than any other, fly to your aid? That wasn’t because of anyone’s threats. That was you. You forged those bonds just as you took your clan from Bethesda’s poison claws and made it into something better.”
A smile broke over the construct’s face. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for a dragon like you? How many times I’ve tried to engineer the situations Bob created simply by placing you in them? I’ve spent my entire existence trying and failing to make dragons act as they do when you’re around, which is why I can’t leave unless you come with me. Brohomir positioned you well, but you were always the one who chose the better path, and I would risk almost anything to let you keep going.”
Julius was ready to sink into the ground by the time the seer finished. He’d never been praised so much, and it felt all wrong, like something terrible was going to happen if the Black Reach kept talking. That said, everything terrible had already happened, which was the only reason Julius was able to swallow his embarrassment and meet the Black Reach’s gaze once more.
“If you’re willing to risk that much for my sake, then help me,” he said, voice shaking. “Dragons can live in any world, but we’d do best in this one. You called her arrogant, but Amelia became the Spirit of Dragons for the same reason you want to save me. She’s also trying to make a better future. The Planeswalker sacrificed her ability to go to other planes so she could make us a home in this one. We’ve run from one plane already. Let’s do better with this one. We can save this world, I know it. But only if you’ll help.”
The Black Reach looked away with a deep breath. “You ask more than you know,” he whispered. “I stand by my claim that your endeavor is almost certainly doomed, but to be honest, I’m no longer sure that I care. I am sick of watching my charges stupidly repeating the same mistakes. If the duty built into me by your ancestors wasn’t pushing me to save them at any cost, I’d help you in a heartbeat. I’d much rather dragonkind die here nobly defending their home than flee to another plane so they can kill each other pointlessly for another ten thousand years. But duty isn’t the only reason I’ve held back. There’s also this.”
He placed a hand on his chest over the spot where the dragon fire burned when they were in human form. “The reason my fire is still able to burn the Leviathan is because it was never mine at all. I’m a construct. A magical creation, not a living thing, which means I can’t make fire of my own. I survive on the magic your ancestors breathed into me before they opened the portal to this world. As I am now, that combined flame is enough to keep me running indefinitely. But if I spend it to create a path through the Leviathan, the magic I burn will be gone forever, and what is left might not be enough to keep me functional.”
Julius stepped back. “You mean you’ll die?”
“That depends on how much I have to use,” the Black Reach said with a shrug. “If I use it all, then yes, I will cease to be. But even if I spend only a portion, what is left will almost certainly not be enough to allow me to continue my duties as guardian of the future, and as much as I wish to help you, that is a sacrifice I cannot make. I can bend the rules if I deem it necessary for the greater good, as I did with you and Brohomir, but I cannot abandon my duty entirely. Every seer tries to sell the future at some point. If I am not there to stop them, it won’t matter if we save this world today, because sooner or later, one of our own seers will end it.”
“You don’t know that,” Julius said. “We can always destroy ourselves, but that’s the price of having choice: we have to choose correctly. I understand why my ancestors created you. They wanted someone to keep us from making the same mistakes they did. But by putting our future in your hands, they took the responsibility for it away from us, and that’s no good. If dragonkind is ever to mature as a species, you can’t make our decisions for us. Our future has to be our own to worry about and protect, not yours.”
The Black Reach stared at him in horror. “You would have me abandon you,” he said. “Give up the purpose for which I was created!”
“I want you to trust us to take care of ourselves,” Julius said. “You’ve said a lot of very nice things about me, but to be honest, the only noteworthy thing I’ve done is convince dragons that they could do what they already longed to. I didn’t make the Qilin choose happiness with Chelsie over suffering for his empire forever. He already desperately wanted to do that. All I did was convince him to go for it. Everything you want dragonkind to be is already inside us. It’s our culture that tells us to dominate and be cruel, not our nature. There are lots of nice dragons in the world. I’m just the only one so far who’s had a chance to show his true colors and live.”