Excerpt from what I just wrote yesterday...little to no editing, you have been warned :)
She felt her fingers clench in the grass underneath her, and
she froze like the animals she had hunted for years. A part of her mind had
known that they were real, but she was still shocked to see it alive and in
front of her eyes.
The Dijan was out of sight as was the Ryder of the great spiked dragon. She was at
least thankful for that, the Dijan’s dragon was enough for her to see. It had
dark leather like membranes that stretched out from its body on thin and bony
wings. The scales were a dull black in color, and with her magic she could see
the pale eyes that seemed to not focus on anything.
How was
she going to beat a Dijan?
Her
stomach twisted into a knot and she felt the blood in her veins freeze.
‘Little
one.’ His voice sounded strained through their link. ‘Little one, you need to
leave.’
‘We
need to see more, the scouts need to see more of the army.’ She ground her
teeth against the fear that started to claw at her heart.
‘Little
One,’ his voice growled through their link. ‘You need to leave, or I will come
and get you, to the Skies with your orders.’
The
grass under her started rustling, and she realized that it was Feoras strength
of his words coming through their link. She took a few breaths and the rustling
stopped. Slowly as she concentrated on the blades of grass, heat started to
creep slowly back down into her fingers and toes. Gradually the icy fingers of
fear released from her heart and she heard herself breath again.
She
looked up slowly to find Aiden staring at her with concern reflected in his
eyes. Her now warming fingers felt his squeezing, and she started crawling backwards.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she was back far enough to enable her
to stand up. She found that her legs were shaking, and was glad that the others
were still back at the knoll watching the army.
Rustling
from her side abruptly entered into her thoughts and before she could think, her
sword was in her hand and magic was burning at her fingertips.
“My Lady!”
Aquaos held his hands plaintively. “It’s me, I followed you at a discreet distance.”
His hands dropped and he looked carefully around. “I thought that you shouldn’t
go off alone.”
She slammed
her sword back at her side and placing her hands on her hips started pacing around.
“What is
it?” Aquaos seemed genuinely confused.
“You don’t
know what that was?”
“No, my lady.” He shook his head, his standard issue haircut from recruitment had started growing and his grey hair flopped.
“No, my lady.” He shook his head, his standard issue haircut from recruitment had started growing and his grey hair flopped.
“Well,”
her hands fell from her hips and her shoulders sagged before she could regain her
composure. “the tan spiked one is a regular dragon, which is bad enough.”
“Aren’t
they both dragons?”
“Yes, which
is bad enough having one.” She started pacing again and pushed off Feoras threatening
to come after her, “The other one, the black one, is something different.”
“What?”
She looked
up at Aquaos, his face curious. “It is the mount of a Dijan. Something that I didn’t
know could manifest itself in reality. They are shadow dwellers, they have to be
summoned through the darkest of magic.”
“So they’re
bad?”
“Very bad,
very deep, dark magic.”
Aquaos rolled
his shoulders, his hands came to rest on the pommel of his sword.
“How do
we kill it?”
‘I think
I’m going to like this man.’ Rumbled Feoras.
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