I've read all the articles that told the story of our return to Zendikar. I was not pleased. I think the story had some high moments, but it could have done better. There is still one story left, and I hope it ties Ugin with the decision of the planeswalkers to end the eldrazi titans. This story that I wrote is an attempt to explain what Ugin would have been doing after talking to Jace at the eye, and how he would see all the events of the block and make contact with the planeswalkers at the end. I also took the liberty of givin Ugin a little background, and one that I think it makes a lot of sense. I hope you enjoy it. Criticism is welcome.
Ugin and his Eye
The dragon blinked. He had to solve the ninth-degree polinomial equation looming around in his head to have access to all possible states the hedrons could be realigned without disturbing the leyline pattern. His mind raced through the numbers while in parallel he estimated the time for a weakened Ulamog to feed in the rest of Zendikar and also crafted and elaborated clairvoyant spell to watch himself a few moments in the future as a way to avoid the mistakes he was about to make, correcting them before they happened.
Ugin was accustomed to have a great amount of time at his disposal. The concept of time itself was strangely alien to him, as he measured the world based on his own actions and the accomplishment of his tasks. He could spend months diligently watching an active volcano if only to understand precisely how the process of eruption takes place, or fly during years over a crystalline desert to spot the remaining fragment of a powerful artifact whose existence was matter of debate between ancient wizards. And of course, the Spirit Dragon would do all that while also solving multiple other tasks and problems appearing around in his mind. At the height of his power, there were few other sentient beings who could hope to understand the multitude of tasks and problems Ugin could process at the same time.
Now, for some reason the Dragon still didn’t fully understand, this power that he possessed was mostly gone. And with it, so was the luxury of time he once disposed. The eldrazi titan Ulamog roamed free in the land of Zendikar, a vortex of infinite consumption whose mere presence in the land weakened the mana bonds and dissipated the existence of lesser beings. Ugin had to work out of his comfort zone. He had to rebuild his whole network from scratch without the help of his old companions in a very short amount of time. For the first time in millennia, the Spirit Dragon doubted his resolve to see a task through the end, at least in any fashion that mattered. He remembered his conversation with the telepath Beleren. Maybe he bought himself a few more moments of preparation with the sacrifice of telepath and his friends in the futile attempt to stop the eldrazi titan. Maybe not.
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The first layer of the network in the diagram was almost complete, but the Spirit Dragon felt much more exhausted than he actually should. A thousand years spent in deep slumber wouldn’t generally be a problem to him, if only he didn’t feel so weak. He tried to drain the mana from other planes of existence, but despite the fact that he could still sense the presence of such planes, he could not tap into their reserves. It was starting to become infuriating. The long absence of Sorin was another thorn in the dragon’s mind, and he couldn’t help but think that the selfish vampire had forgone the order he received. Ugin would have to deal with that later.
Without tapping into other reserves of mana, the development of the second layer of the network was taking too long. It was hard for the Spirit Dragon to remember if it had been hours, days or weeks since he last sent Beleren on his suicidal quest, but he was willing to prepare for the worst. On his mind, there was only one thing that could be done to expedite the process. Ugin stopped the process of recreating the connective patterns of hedrons and let himself take a deep breath. The eye was not silent anymore, and one could hear the low humming of the hedrons connected in the first layer. It wasn’t sufficient to hold back the titans, but a small victory to the Dragon after spending so much energy reassembling the network quickly.
Enough with distractions. Ugin closed his eyes. He started conjuring a powerful, ancient spell, the likes of which a regular mage would never begin to understand. As he wove the magical glyphs into the air and chanted the proper words in the draconic language, he started to see. Valakut. Approaching fast, in clear collision course. The stone walls of the volcano signaling the end. So much pain. A crash landing, which finished with the jagged surface of the stones penetrating deep into the scale plating. Blood and death. Ugin opened his eyes in pain and shock. He took another breath, and progressed with the chanting of the spell, despite what just happened.
The dragon closed his eyes again. There was pain again, but this time it was manageable. It felt the wind crossing through its nostrils, and flapped the wings just enough to adjust the course. It was sick, hurt by eldrazi corruption, but it was also close. Flying over Akoum, breathing rock-melting fire in the face of the eldrazi drones that swarmed the skies and occupied the land. Its land. The land that it would not let be taken away. That was the power of a dragon. Ugin could feel that dragon determination, despite the fact that it was dying. It was hurt deep by Ulamog spawn, and the corruption of the titan spread as an infectious disease, slowly consuming all the insides of its body. Ugin called upon it, and the dragon listened, and it changed its course.
The next time Ugin would connect with two dragons at once, one skimming over Bala Ged, the ruined continent, and other closer to a lightning storm caused by an eruption of Valakut. He summoned them too. Then he called upon three dragons, and then five, and soon he was connecting to multiple dragons, feeling their pain, their resolve, their desire to avenge the land from the alien invaders that plagued it. The Spirit Dragon was a direct descendant of the Ur-Dragon, and his blood coursed through all of dragonkind. He could connect with and feel the emotions of every breathing living dragon around him.
The eye of Ugin was no longer silent. Not due to the indistinct humming of hedrons, but due to the low-pitched roar of dragons. Outside the cave, a flight of dragons circled the the air, convoked by one of the most ancient and powerful dragons in all the planes of existence. They landed on different spots, hellkites and broodmothers, herdchasers and hoarding dragons, all types of them would answer the call of the Spirit Dragon. They moved inside the cave, bellies glowing as they breathe, scales scraping into each other, horns and claws rasping the cavern’s surface. Once each and every one of them was inside, they nested around Ugin, bowing in respect to what they knew was their superior match.
“Listen to me,” announced the Spirit Dragon in his booming draconic voice, filling all the empty corners of the cave. “I summoned you all here because I need your aid,” he said that not as a request or an order, but as a fact. “The creatures which are trying to steal the land from you can only be stopped from here, with the power of the hedrons of your world”. The other dragons moved unsteadly, uncomfortable in recognizing that they were powerless in facing any possible threat, even an alien one. “I need you all to give me your power to the detriment of your pride,” Ugin’s neck moved around looking into the eyes of every single winged beast around him. If they decided to attack him there, if they considered him a threat or a liar, he would die. That was of course a minor consideration when the multiverse itself was at stake. “This is the only way we can save this world,” completed the Spirit Dragon.
The silence returned. The dragons held their breaths, and it was as if even the hedrons had stopped humming while Ugin waited patiently. He knew dragons to be prideful, arrogant creatures, but he also knew of their wisdom and determination. He waited more, while some of the winged beasts looked around at each other, waiting for the first baring of teeth to jump furiously at the Dragon Planeswalker who had dare to claim for himself the power of dragons. A hellkite moved forward. It was hurt deeply by the corruption of Ulamog, and one of its flanks was already turned chalk white, his battered wing on that side barely attached to the body. It approached Ugin, looked deep into the Spirit Dragon’s eyes and saw that he would not blink or turn away. It saw the same determination that every dragon should have.
It roared. The sound was audible outside of the cave, a roar to make the hedrons shake and the ground tremble, but even then, Ugin did not flinch. The hellkite grunted, resigned and relieved. It lowered its head, and it started bonding with Ugin. The stream of mana was so powerful it could be seen with the naked eye, a coursing red river that would reach the Spirit Dragon and fuel him with power. Another dragon approached Ugin, roaring lower, also mana bonding with the Planeswalker. Other dragons followed, healthy and corrupted, powerful and weak, young and ancient. The mana bonds flowed inside the eye of Ugin, feeding the Spirit Dragon with the energy necessary to work on the next layer of the Hedron Network. Ugin felt almost restored, and that would have to suffice.
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The dragons were gone. Exhausted, drained or even dead, they didn’t have any more energy to offer to the Ur-Dragon’s heir. Ugin was thankful, another feeling he didn’t experience for a long time. He was also almost finishing the second layer of the network while predicting the problems that would arise in the third and final layer. That was when everything went haywire. The leyline patterns in Zendikar changed, the carefully crafted positioning of the hedrons was slowly beginning to crumple, all the work accomplished so far being undone, and the Spirit Dragon couldn’t quite grasp why. Then he remembered. There was one titan that could affect space up to a point of remaking the length and diameter of leylines, a titan that would distort instead of corrupt, a titan that could ruin everything Ugin had built up until this point. Kozilek.
The only reasonable explanation for what happened is that Kozilek had returned. The titan of distortion, who could warp reality itself, time and space being mere puppets to its will. That wasn’t good. Ugin didn’t have the time to prepare the right safeguards to avoid Kozilek’s interference, and now the network threatened to go to waste. What was to be left of the multiverse if the titans roam free once again? That was a question Ugin did not dare to answer at the moment. The Spirit Dragon had used most of the energy the other dragons gave to him, and two eldrazi titans were on the loose. He couldn’t possibly stand on his cave anymore, he did the most he could there. Now he had to stop Kozilek and Ulamog momentarily, so he could stop the corruption of the leylines and return to finish his work. He would have to face the titans depowered and alone, which might as well be suicide. Another minor consideration compared to the urge of preserving the multiverse.
Ugin left the network exactly where it stopped, with some small modifications to account for possible changes Kozilek could generate. Nothing that would last long, but it would give him time to fly to that place the telepath mentioned. Sea Gate. When Ugin, Sorin and Nahiri agreed to use Zendikar as a device to lure the titans in, he didn’t bother studying the plane inhabitants. That was secondary to the duty of stopping the eldrazi. Now he would have his chance of meeting the biggest settlement of civilization in Zendikar, maybe for his last time. He moved out of the cave, and spread his wings. Ugin was so tremendously big that he would need to use magic to lift himself before being actually able to flight properly. He conjured the proper spell and started moving towards the titans. He could feel their presence, consuming, distorting the plane. And it was time to stop them.
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The Spirit Dragon saw the silhouette of Ulamog and Kozilek in the horizon. The titans were moving in an orderly fashion, which was highly unusual of them. If Ugin didn’t know better, he would say they were being dragged to the same spot. The dragon increased his flight speed, dashing through the sky at an unbelievable rate given his size. He didn’t even paid attention to the flying drones that he encountered in his way, since he wasn’t there to dispatch of mere cells, but to stop the bodies. Suddenly, something unbelievable happened. Ulamog and Kozilek stopped, as if they were gushing pain, stretching their bodies all the way towards the sky.
Beleren.
The beating of wings increased, and so did Ugin’s speed, but he wasn’t fast enough. The leylines were being used, the dragon could feel it. Ulamog and Kozilek were trapped in a complicated arrangement of leylines, one that would not hold however it was being generated, because there were no hedrons to keep it in place. However, before he could understand the meaning of all this, the titans changed, and the world followed. The sky became a blur of the forms of Ulamog and Kozilek, their shapes melted into it other anchored on the point where they were originally stopped. Their true forms, brought upon this plane… this is insanity. The dragon couldn’t reflect on it, because eldrazi immediately started to descend from the sky at unbelievable rates, and Ugin could no longer advance safely, he had to stop the drones and scions.
Ugin took a deep, resounding breath, and let it all out. Ghostfire. The invisible flames of burning fire mastered by only a few mages in the planes of existence, and naturally produced by one of the most powerful dragons. With that power he scoured the skies, taking down countless eldrazi upon a mere first contact with the flames. The alien invaders would not see the fire before it touched them, and at that point their bodies would become a bluish burning mass of limbs and shrieks until they dissipated from existence. That was the most efficient way of killing eldrazi that was ever to be encountered, but Ugin never dared to channel such a power to destroy the titans. He spent centuries trying to comprehend the creatures, and knew they were an essential part of the multiverse, albeit a dire one. They should never be destroyed.
That last thought lingered in the Spirit Dragon’s head when, in the midst of the destruction of countless spawn and drones, he saw a bright flame moving upwards into the skies, aiming at the titans. Ugin’s eyes opened wide in despair. No. The fire wasn’t sufficient to damage the complete form of the titans at first, but he was suddenly ignited by a much higher bond of mana that the Dragon could ever hope to make, and a torrent of flames with the fury of a thousand Valakuts started to consume Ulamog and Kozilek down to ashes. At that moment, Ugin knew two things: Zendikar was going to be saved, and the multiverse was going to be doomed.
The sequence of events that followed were hard to believe. The titans were fully consumed by the torrent of fire that came down from the earth, leaving an aftermark of their forms burned into the sky. The eldrazi spawn and drones started to disappear, a few still retaining some energy to flail around and move, but all inevitably dying now that the body that sustained them had perished. The earth itself had come to a silent halt, as if Zendikar couldn’t believe in what had just happened anymore than Ugin could. The titans were destroyed for good. And Beleren would pay for it.
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Very good writing, I say. I think you capture the ancient intelligence of Ugin very well, actually. I think this is your best piece yet. No real critiques of the work except a discussion perhaps of the actual storyline. I think this piece shows your improving grasp of the language. Good stuff, although I'm now curious as to what will happen to Jace and the new Avengers of MTG.
Very good writing, I say. I think you capture the ancient intelligence of Ugin very well, actually. I think this is your best piece yet. No real critiques of the work except a discussion perhaps of the actual storyline. I think this piece shows your improving grasp of the language. Good stuff, although I'm now curious as to what will happen to Jace and the new Avengers of MTG.
Hey man, thanks for the feedback! You know, this story I wrote almost in one go, it was really interesting, I think I really enjoy the idea of writing stories from perspectives of different beings, like uber-powered planeswalkers. Nothing against the common folk, but a story with a main character such as Ugin allow you to exploit avenues that you normally can't. Maybe that is why the final product was more interesting.
Anyway, thanks for reading my stories! I will update others as soon as I find more time and inspiration.
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Ah, this was a much better read than the previous one. Story's length helped a lot. I also agree with benjameenbear that you showcased Ugin's intelligence very well although I have one minor complaint. Ugin is a millenia old dragon with an exceptionally high intelligence but you must show his deduction capabilities to reader. To me he deduced Kozilek's interference way too quickly within only a few sentences which should have been a few paragraphs instead. The next complaint is actually not a complaint but a flavor/story/world remark. I know that beings in Magic are able to gather mana from the plane itself and siphon life away from creatures but I've never heard that someone could siphon mana away from a living being or in this case, give mana away voluntarily. Thrulls are an exception because the poor creatures were bred to be exploited but ordinary dragons are not. Has this occured in any official books or stories?
Hey man! Glad you liked this one. Give it a try to my ongoing project then! It is about the new Innistrad block.
About Ugin's power of deduction: I did make it quick, and a reason for that was to fit better with the flow and pace of the story, but you might be right. Maybe there was a reason to give more of Ugin's thoughts on the matter before saying it was Kozilek.
About the dragons giving mana away: you can think of as a powerful spell, but honestly I never heard of it either. I included that to the text so it would be a fine way for Ugin to recover his power, but there are instances of life leeching spells that help the caster, this could be a more 'voluntary' version of that.
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Kudos on your story! I liked how calculating and mathematical Ugin thought, like he knows he's the smartest thing in the room wherever he goes.
Thanks man! Much appreciated! I will work on more short stories. The story with Odric is kinda consuming all my free time at writing heh, and it is kinda getting big, so it may discourage people from read it
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Very good story! But why can Ugin feel the leylines?
Could you please write a story from a villain's point of few (maybe Bolas or Tezz)?
Hey man, sorry for taking so long to answer you, I was taking a break from the forum
To answer the first of your questions: Ugin can feel the leylines because the lock mechanism of the prison he created used them. And sure, I could write a story from a villain perspective as well!
Do you have other suggestions aside from Bolas and Tezz or would you like me to choose on the two? Since another user here (Zazdor) already wrote a pretty nice fanfic with Tezz (this one here) I think I would end up writing about Bolas, heh.
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The dragon blinked. He had to solve the ninth-degree polinomial equation looming around in his head to have access to all possible states the hedrons could be realigned without disturbing the leyline pattern. His mind raced through the numbers while in parallel he estimated the time for a weakened Ulamog to feed in the rest of Zendikar and also crafted and elaborated clairvoyant spell to watch himself a few moments in the future as a way to avoid the mistakes he was about to make, correcting them before they happened.
Ugin was accustomed to have a great amount of time at his disposal. The concept of time itself was strangely alien to him, as he measured the world based on his own actions and the accomplishment of his tasks. He could spend months diligently watching an active volcano if only to understand precisely how the process of eruption takes place, or fly during years over a crystalline desert to spot the remaining fragment of a powerful artifact whose existence was matter of debate between ancient wizards. And of course, the Spirit Dragon would do all that while also solving multiple other tasks and problems appearing around in his mind. At the height of his power, there were few other sentient beings who could hope to understand the multitude of tasks and problems Ugin could process at the same time.
Now, for some reason the Dragon still didn’t fully understand, this power that he possessed was mostly gone. And with it, so was the luxury of time he once disposed. The eldrazi titan Ulamog roamed free in the land of Zendikar, a vortex of infinite consumption whose mere presence in the land weakened the mana bonds and dissipated the existence of lesser beings. Ugin had to work out of his comfort zone. He had to rebuild his whole network from scratch without the help of his old companions in a very short amount of time. For the first time in millennia, the Spirit Dragon doubted his resolve to see a task through the end, at least in any fashion that mattered. He remembered his conversation with the telepath Beleren. Maybe he bought himself a few more moments of preparation with the sacrifice of telepath and his friends in the futile attempt to stop the eldrazi titan. Maybe not.
The first layer of the network in the diagram was almost complete, but the Spirit Dragon felt much more exhausted than he actually should. A thousand years spent in deep slumber wouldn’t generally be a problem to him, if only he didn’t feel so weak. He tried to drain the mana from other planes of existence, but despite the fact that he could still sense the presence of such planes, he could not tap into their reserves. It was starting to become infuriating. The long absence of Sorin was another thorn in the dragon’s mind, and he couldn’t help but think that the selfish vampire had forgone the order he received. Ugin would have to deal with that later.
Without tapping into other reserves of mana, the development of the second layer of the network was taking too long. It was hard for the Spirit Dragon to remember if it had been hours, days or weeks since he last sent Beleren on his suicidal quest, but he was willing to prepare for the worst. On his mind, there was only one thing that could be done to expedite the process. Ugin stopped the process of recreating the connective patterns of hedrons and let himself take a deep breath. The eye was not silent anymore, and one could hear the low humming of the hedrons connected in the first layer. It wasn’t sufficient to hold back the titans, but a small victory to the Dragon after spending so much energy reassembling the network quickly.
Enough with distractions. Ugin closed his eyes. He started conjuring a powerful, ancient spell, the likes of which a regular mage would never begin to understand. As he wove the magical glyphs into the air and chanted the proper words in the draconic language, he started to see. Valakut. Approaching fast, in clear collision course. The stone walls of the volcano signaling the end. So much pain. A crash landing, which finished with the jagged surface of the stones penetrating deep into the scale plating. Blood and death. Ugin opened his eyes in pain and shock. He took another breath, and progressed with the chanting of the spell, despite what just happened.
The dragon closed his eyes again. There was pain again, but this time it was manageable. It felt the wind crossing through its nostrils, and flapped the wings just enough to adjust the course. It was sick, hurt by eldrazi corruption, but it was also close. Flying over Akoum, breathing rock-melting fire in the face of the eldrazi drones that swarmed the skies and occupied the land. Its land. The land that it would not let be taken away. That was the power of a dragon. Ugin could feel that dragon determination, despite the fact that it was dying. It was hurt deep by Ulamog spawn, and the corruption of the titan spread as an infectious disease, slowly consuming all the insides of its body. Ugin called upon it, and the dragon listened, and it changed its course.
The next time Ugin would connect with two dragons at once, one skimming over Bala Ged, the ruined continent, and other closer to a lightning storm caused by an eruption of Valakut. He summoned them too. Then he called upon three dragons, and then five, and soon he was connecting to multiple dragons, feeling their pain, their resolve, their desire to avenge the land from the alien invaders that plagued it. The Spirit Dragon was a direct descendant of the Ur-Dragon, and his blood coursed through all of dragonkind. He could connect with and feel the emotions of every breathing living dragon around him.
The eye of Ugin was no longer silent. Not due to the indistinct humming of hedrons, but due to the low-pitched roar of dragons. Outside the cave, a flight of dragons circled the the air, convoked by one of the most ancient and powerful dragons in all the planes of existence. They landed on different spots, hellkites and broodmothers, herdchasers and hoarding dragons, all types of them would answer the call of the Spirit Dragon. They moved inside the cave, bellies glowing as they breathe, scales scraping into each other, horns and claws rasping the cavern’s surface. Once each and every one of them was inside, they nested around Ugin, bowing in respect to what they knew was their superior match.
“Listen to me,” announced the Spirit Dragon in his booming draconic voice, filling all the empty corners of the cave. “I summoned you all here because I need your aid,” he said that not as a request or an order, but as a fact. “The creatures which are trying to steal the land from you can only be stopped from here, with the power of the hedrons of your world”. The other dragons moved unsteadly, uncomfortable in recognizing that they were powerless in facing any possible threat, even an alien one. “I need you all to give me your power to the detriment of your pride,” Ugin’s neck moved around looking into the eyes of every single winged beast around him. If they decided to attack him there, if they considered him a threat or a liar, he would die. That was of course a minor consideration when the multiverse itself was at stake. “This is the only way we can save this world,” completed the Spirit Dragon.
The silence returned. The dragons held their breaths, and it was as if even the hedrons had stopped humming while Ugin waited patiently. He knew dragons to be prideful, arrogant creatures, but he also knew of their wisdom and determination. He waited more, while some of the winged beasts looked around at each other, waiting for the first baring of teeth to jump furiously at the Dragon Planeswalker who had dare to claim for himself the power of dragons. A hellkite moved forward. It was hurt deeply by the corruption of Ulamog, and one of its flanks was already turned chalk white, his battered wing on that side barely attached to the body. It approached Ugin, looked deep into the Spirit Dragon’s eyes and saw that he would not blink or turn away. It saw the same determination that every dragon should have.
It roared. The sound was audible outside of the cave, a roar to make the hedrons shake and the ground tremble, but even then, Ugin did not flinch. The hellkite grunted, resigned and relieved. It lowered its head, and it started bonding with Ugin. The stream of mana was so powerful it could be seen with the naked eye, a coursing red river that would reach the Spirit Dragon and fuel him with power. Another dragon approached Ugin, roaring lower, also mana bonding with the Planeswalker. Other dragons followed, healthy and corrupted, powerful and weak, young and ancient. The mana bonds flowed inside the eye of Ugin, feeding the Spirit Dragon with the energy necessary to work on the next layer of the Hedron Network. Ugin felt almost restored, and that would have to suffice.
The dragons were gone. Exhausted, drained or even dead, they didn’t have any more energy to offer to the Ur-Dragon’s heir. Ugin was thankful, another feeling he didn’t experience for a long time. He was also almost finishing the second layer of the network while predicting the problems that would arise in the third and final layer. That was when everything went haywire. The leyline patterns in Zendikar changed, the carefully crafted positioning of the hedrons was slowly beginning to crumple, all the work accomplished so far being undone, and the Spirit Dragon couldn’t quite grasp why. Then he remembered. There was one titan that could affect space up to a point of remaking the length and diameter of leylines, a titan that would distort instead of corrupt, a titan that could ruin everything Ugin had built up until this point. Kozilek.
The only reasonable explanation for what happened is that Kozilek had returned. The titan of distortion, who could warp reality itself, time and space being mere puppets to its will. That wasn’t good. Ugin didn’t have the time to prepare the right safeguards to avoid Kozilek’s interference, and now the network threatened to go to waste. What was to be left of the multiverse if the titans roam free once again? That was a question Ugin did not dare to answer at the moment. The Spirit Dragon had used most of the energy the other dragons gave to him, and two eldrazi titans were on the loose. He couldn’t possibly stand on his cave anymore, he did the most he could there. Now he had to stop Kozilek and Ulamog momentarily, so he could stop the corruption of the leylines and return to finish his work. He would have to face the titans depowered and alone, which might as well be suicide. Another minor consideration compared to the urge of preserving the multiverse.
Ugin left the network exactly where it stopped, with some small modifications to account for possible changes Kozilek could generate. Nothing that would last long, but it would give him time to fly to that place the telepath mentioned. Sea Gate. When Ugin, Sorin and Nahiri agreed to use Zendikar as a device to lure the titans in, he didn’t bother studying the plane inhabitants. That was secondary to the duty of stopping the eldrazi. Now he would have his chance of meeting the biggest settlement of civilization in Zendikar, maybe for his last time. He moved out of the cave, and spread his wings. Ugin was so tremendously big that he would need to use magic to lift himself before being actually able to flight properly. He conjured the proper spell and started moving towards the titans. He could feel their presence, consuming, distorting the plane. And it was time to stop them.
The Spirit Dragon saw the silhouette of Ulamog and Kozilek in the horizon. The titans were moving in an orderly fashion, which was highly unusual of them. If Ugin didn’t know better, he would say they were being dragged to the same spot. The dragon increased his flight speed, dashing through the sky at an unbelievable rate given his size. He didn’t even paid attention to the flying drones that he encountered in his way, since he wasn’t there to dispatch of mere cells, but to stop the bodies. Suddenly, something unbelievable happened. Ulamog and Kozilek stopped, as if they were gushing pain, stretching their bodies all the way towards the sky.
Beleren.
The beating of wings increased, and so did Ugin’s speed, but he wasn’t fast enough. The leylines were being used, the dragon could feel it. Ulamog and Kozilek were trapped in a complicated arrangement of leylines, one that would not hold however it was being generated, because there were no hedrons to keep it in place. However, before he could understand the meaning of all this, the titans changed, and the world followed. The sky became a blur of the forms of Ulamog and Kozilek, their shapes melted into it other anchored on the point where they were originally stopped. Their true forms, brought upon this plane… this is insanity. The dragon couldn’t reflect on it, because eldrazi immediately started to descend from the sky at unbelievable rates, and Ugin could no longer advance safely, he had to stop the drones and scions.
Ugin took a deep, resounding breath, and let it all out. Ghostfire. The invisible flames of burning fire mastered by only a few mages in the planes of existence, and naturally produced by one of the most powerful dragons. With that power he scoured the skies, taking down countless eldrazi upon a mere first contact with the flames. The alien invaders would not see the fire before it touched them, and at that point their bodies would become a bluish burning mass of limbs and shrieks until they dissipated from existence. That was the most efficient way of killing eldrazi that was ever to be encountered, but Ugin never dared to channel such a power to destroy the titans. He spent centuries trying to comprehend the creatures, and knew they were an essential part of the multiverse, albeit a dire one. They should never be destroyed.
That last thought lingered in the Spirit Dragon’s head when, in the midst of the destruction of countless spawn and drones, he saw a bright flame moving upwards into the skies, aiming at the titans. Ugin’s eyes opened wide in despair. No. The fire wasn’t sufficient to damage the complete form of the titans at first, but he was suddenly ignited by a much higher bond of mana that the Dragon could ever hope to make, and a torrent of flames with the fury of a thousand Valakuts started to consume Ulamog and Kozilek down to ashes. At that moment, Ugin knew two things: Zendikar was going to be saved, and the multiverse was going to be doomed.
The sequence of events that followed were hard to believe. The titans were fully consumed by the torrent of fire that came down from the earth, leaving an aftermark of their forms burned into the sky. The eldrazi spawn and drones started to disappear, a few still retaining some energy to flail around and move, but all inevitably dying now that the body that sustained them had perished. The earth itself had come to a silent halt, as if Zendikar couldn’t believe in what had just happened anymore than Ugin could. The titans were destroyed for good. And Beleren would pay for it.
Read my other stories as well (some ongoing):
Reaper King (a horror story), Kaalia of the Vast (an origin story), Sequels for Innistrad (Alternative sequels for Inn), Grey Areas (Odric's fanfic), Royal Succession (goblins),The Tracker's Message (eldrazi on Innistrad) and Ugin and his Eye (the end of OGW).
UB Dralnu, Lich Lord
RBW [Primer]-Kaalia of the Vast
BUG [Primer]-Tasigur, the Golden Fang
GWU [Primer]-Arcades, the Strategist
WUB Primer-Aminatou, the Fateshifter
UBR Nicol Bolas, the Ravager
Anyway, thanks for reading my stories! I will update others as soon as I find more time and inspiration.
Read my other stories as well (some ongoing):
Reaper King (a horror story), Kaalia of the Vast (an origin story), Sequels for Innistrad (Alternative sequels for Inn), Grey Areas (Odric's fanfic), Royal Succession (goblins),The Tracker's Message (eldrazi on Innistrad) and Ugin and his Eye (the end of OGW).
About Ugin's power of deduction: I did make it quick, and a reason for that was to fit better with the flow and pace of the story, but you might be right. Maybe there was a reason to give more of Ugin's thoughts on the matter before saying it was Kozilek.
About the dragons giving mana away: you can think of as a powerful spell, but honestly I never heard of it either. I included that to the text so it would be a fine way for Ugin to recover his power, but there are instances of life leeching spells that help the caster, this could be a more 'voluntary' version of that.
Read my other stories as well (some ongoing):
Reaper King (a horror story), Kaalia of the Vast (an origin story), Sequels for Innistrad (Alternative sequels for Inn), Grey Areas (Odric's fanfic), Royal Succession (goblins),The Tracker's Message (eldrazi on Innistrad) and Ugin and his Eye (the end of OGW).
Decks:
Casual
R Burn R
EDH
R Godo Voltron R
RUG ETB Overload RUG
BW Clerics Pain and Drain BW
GW Spirits!!! GW
RUG Landfall Silliness RUG
Read my other stories as well (some ongoing):
Reaper King (a horror story), Kaalia of the Vast (an origin story), Sequels for Innistrad (Alternative sequels for Inn), Grey Areas (Odric's fanfic), Royal Succession (goblins),The Tracker's Message (eldrazi on Innistrad) and Ugin and his Eye (the end of OGW).
Could you please write a story from a villain's point of few (maybe Bolas or Tezz)?
To answer the first of your questions: Ugin can feel the leylines because the lock mechanism of the prison he created used them. And sure, I could write a story from a villain perspective as well!
Do you have other suggestions aside from Bolas and Tezz or would you like me to choose on the two? Since another user here (Zazdor) already wrote a pretty nice fanfic with Tezz (this one here) I think I would end up writing about Bolas, heh.
Read my other stories as well (some ongoing):
Reaper King (a horror story), Kaalia of the Vast (an origin story), Sequels for Innistrad (Alternative sequels for Inn), Grey Areas (Odric's fanfic), Royal Succession (goblins),The Tracker's Message (eldrazi on Innistrad) and Ugin and his Eye (the end of OGW).