The Journey, Chapter 49 = previous chapter
Chapter 50, Reunion
Gabija charged through the enemy, swinging her blades in arches, pivoting and dodging, parrying and attacking, she moved swiftly and elegantly, she listened to her heart beat and moved in sync with it. Her blades whistled with every swing and parry, there were no metallic clashes from her weapons.
A loud whoosh followed by a boom came from the forest, a dark figure shot up into the air and disappeared in a bright light.
“RETREAT, RETREAT, RETREAT!!!” The humans shouted. The Ingmars growled loudly. The remaining humans clambered onto the backs of the Ingmars as they ran for their lives.
Nekonata could feel someone licking his face, the breath coming from it was awful, smelling a combination of blood, dirt and sweat. Nekonata slowly opened his eyes, rubbing his temples. His vision was blurry and slowly came into focus. He noticed it was Kristolia licking him.
“Okay baby girl, I’m Okay. Stop licking me now will you!” Nekonata groaned as he tried to sit up.
Both sides, the protectors and the enemy had suffered serious losses. The remaining of the army were now doing mercy kills to end the suffering of the enemy who were seriously injured. Their own they carried on horseback to Edena to be cured and mended by the healers.
A small man with ginger hair and a long ginger beard walked up to Nekonata slowly. He beat his fist against his chest. “Ingmar Slayer!” He said gruffly, offering a hand to help Nekonata back to his feet.
Nekonata gladly took it. “ I guess I am right in assuming you are King Althor then?”
The Dwarf looked up smiling, “That I be, that I be.”
They both stood looking around. “Were any of your kin hurt?” Nekonata asked
“I lost 8 men, one of which be mine cousin, Soltz. Also 18 be injured.”
“There has to be a better way to kill those beasts, we lost way too many to those alone.”
“Be not I know, I know of them no more than you.” Althor noticed Gabija helping those that had minor injuries. “Come let's see of what use we be.”
Gabija looked up. “Are you okay?” She asked Nekonata.
Blood dripped from a gash on his head, he nodded as he rubbed his back. There was a loud growl coming from the forest, Neko, Althor, and Gabija all turned looking that direction, Elqiana was circling in the sky, with Tarasque on her back. Two Ingmars slowly walked out growling and snorting aggressively, their eyes full of rage, Then they charged straight at the trio standing there amongst the dead.
‘We need to do something Elqi!’ Tara said, patting the dragon on the neck.
‘Don’t we just!’ Elqiana turned tucking one of her wings in, she flared out her wings and roared loudly as she dived straight for one of the Ingmars, Tarasque held on to her saddle the wind whipping ferociously against her, they came in close Elqiana flared her wings straight out as her talons ripped in to the side of the Ingmar, her huge fanged maw opened wide and clamped on to the Ingmars neck, she shook and wringed though the beasts neck until she heard the deafening crunch of bones that she was familiar with.
Neko reached around his back, “My bow and arrow…” He looked at Gabija, “May I?” The clan leader handed her bow to him, and an arrow. He took a deep breath, his eyes changed to purple, his aura flared up around him becoming visible. Gabija and Althor looked at each other in surprise. Neko notched the arrow, and pulled back making the bowstring taught, the green feathered arrow changed into a static purple thunder arrow. Gabija stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder, her green aura mingled with his, then Althor placed a his lower back, Althor’s pink aura mixed in, together the three of them stood there calmly, the arrow changing once again, purple, green and pink static thunder mixing together, the brightness flaring up. The Ingmar almost upon them, opening it’s maw and roaring loudly. Neko let the arrow loose.
As he let the arrow loose he roared, “NOT TODAY ASSHOLE!” His voice boomed through the land, an invisible pulse of energy rippling through with it causing window panes in Edena to shatter, and trees to lose their leaves. The coloured static arrow flew through the Ingmars maw, ripping through its body until the Ingmar exploded. It’s blood, skin, bones and organs flying everywhere… covering the trio.
Neko dropped to his knees panting heavily, Elqiana landed and Tarasque inelegantly climbed down from the dragon's back, her legs shook a little, placing her hand on the dragon's huge front paw she steadied herself.
Gabija and Althor shook their arms, shaking the Ingmars guts of them.
“Be smelling of Ingmar for weeks I will.” Althor commented,
“You have a pink aura Althor?” Gabija asked curiously.
Tarasque helped Nekonata to his feet, and they turned to face the dwarf king and Elvish clan leader.
“What? I like pink!” replied Althor gruffly. They all looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Neko walked forward gingerly feeling exhausted, putting a hand on the dwarf king's shoulder, “Well… pink definitely suits you.” He commented with a sheepish grin. He turned to Tarasque and the dragon, Elqiana. “I’m happy you are awake Tarasque, that your safe and well.”
“Thank you Nekonata, thank you so much for your help.” Tarasque went to give him a hug, and thought better of it, deciding to pat him on the shoulder. “You umm… definitely need a bath…”
Santaya and Kristolia walked up to him, they sniffed him, their noses wrinkled, making them cover their noses with a paw. “Oh geez, thanks girls!” Neko said, chuckling.
“Vivi said you are needed back at Edena, Nekonata.” Gabija said without looking up.
“Okay.” Nekonata nodded to Althor and wandered off looking for Kimbo. He whistled, “Kimbo, come on boy!”
He saw Jason kneeling next to Kimbo. “I’m sorry Nekonata, Kimbo didn’t make it. Ingmar got him.”
Jason took Nekonata to where Kimbo lay. The poor horse was covered in mud, blood and guts from the dead that lay around him. Kneeling down beside the horse, he took a deep breath, his heart aching.
“I didn’t know you for long Kimbo, you saved my life in the swamps. I am so sorry this happened to you. Thank you.” Nekonata stroked the dead horse's mane.
Jason touched Nekonata on the shoulder. “We will bury him here.”
Nekonata nodded. “Burn the enemy's body, away from the forest.”
Nekonata took one last look at his horse and walked away.
“The Crelden is the one responsible for this attack.” Gabija said seriously.
“Who is the Crelden?” Nekonata asked.
“Rubian Blackthorn. He is the right hand, the Crelden of the King’s. Some say he is the reason the king is the way he is. Others say the King was never of the right mind to begin with.” Replied Gabija.
Nekonata nodded in thought. He slowly started to walk back to Edena, his girls by his side. Tarasque and Elqiana walked just behind them.
As they walked into Edena, people had started to come out of their homes in dribs and drabs, Elqiana took off into the skies and started to circle. Nekonata, Tarasque stood side by side, Gabija and Althor just behind them as they walked through the streets. Vivi stood at the entrance of the courtyard, Elqiana had carefully landed, and lay behind Vivi.
“I have some private quarters set up for you, to refresh yourselves.” Vivi said politely.
Tarasque’s mother came running towards her, “Are you ok? You shouldn’t have left like that, that was silly… you could have gotten hurt…”
Tarasque rolled her eyes, “Mother, stop!” She whispered! “I’m fine!”
“Eurgh, what is that smell?” Cassandra asked, covering her nose, she looked her daughter over and noticed something in her, she carefully picked it out, it was slimy. “What is this?”
Vivi looked over her shoulder, “Oh, that looks like.. Ingmar brains…”
Cassandra squealed, dropping it to the floor, “Eww… eww… ugh… I think I’m going to be sick…” She quickly ran back inside. Vivi winked at Tarasque, who burst out laughing.
A few days later they were all grouped up in the courtyard again.
Convel howled, his pack moved into formation. He bowed his head slightly, looking at Nekonata and Vivi. “Till next time!” He turned and set off back home with rest.
“It be time for us to go to.” Althor beat his fist to his chest. “There be lots of mining to catch up on.”
Nekonata shook the Dwarf King's hand. “Thank you, for coming to our aid. I’ll be sure to visit your mountains soon.”
“Be that you do! You’d be mine guest of honour.” He replied laughing. A horn rang out and Althor raised his fist in the air, and he set off with his clan for their long march home.
“Saluton.” Gabija slowly and gracefully walked up to Nekonata and Vivi, her black armour shining brightly. On the breastplate of her armour was a panther etched into it and coloured green. Slung over her shoulder was a green bow, with a satchel of green fletched arrows hanging on her back. Her green bladed sword hung at her waist. “I sent my army home this morning. We need to discuss what our next moves will be.”
“I need my memory back, without it I feel useless. It pains me when people look at me like I should remember who they are.”
Vivi put a hand on Nekonata shoulder. “It will come back to you, you just need to be patient.”
“Fajro!” A purple fireball appeared on Nekonata’s hand, he threw it at a tree stump making it explode. “My patience is starting to wear away.” Nekonata walked away heading back towards Edena. Santaya and Kristolia as usual were right by his side.
“Doing daily things will help your memory to come back, child. You are strong, it will come back to you soon.”
Nekonata breathed in deeply, still playing with fireballs in his hands. He looked at Vivi and walked into the forest, climbing the tallest tree he could find, sitting on a branch. He sighed out loud.
Day slowly turned into night, and the clouds were getting heavy. “My favourite elements have always been fire and thunder.” He muttered to himself. “The ancient word for thunder…”
“Tondro” Came a voice from below.
Nekonata pushed some branches aside and looked down. He saw Gabija crouched on the floor fussing with the wolves.
He looked at the palm of his hand, “Tondro” He muttered, and a small ball of purple thunder flickered in his hand and disappeared.
“Tondro!” He said this time with more confidence, the ball of thunder appeared stronger in his palm this time. Lasting longer before flickering out.
Nekonata dropped from branch to branch before landing softly on the ground. “Thank you!” He said, touching his fist to his chest.
Gabija smiled, “That is the dwarves' sign of respect. Us elves touch our chins just below the lips with the index finger and middle finger, and bring it down in a small arch.”
Nekonata followed the instructions, and Gabija smiled with a small bow.
Kristolia and Santaya bounced up and down on their front paws, tails wagging, staring at Nekonata.
“Go, go hunt!” Nekonata laughed. Kristolia cocked her to the side. “Go, I’ll be fine, we are going to walk back to Edena.” Nekonata said looking at Gabija, the Elf nodded in agreement.
“It may be wise if you do not tell Vivi I told you of thunder’s true name, he would not be happy with me for interfering.”
Nekonata looked at Gabija, “Why won’t he help me remember?”
“He is worried if he tells you anything that your memories will come rushing back and overload on you. If that happens it could be very damaging to you.”
Nekonata looked at the ground, kicking a few loose stones.
Gabija stopped, putting her hands on his shoulders. “You are like the son that he never had. He loves you and wants the best for you like a father would his own, do you understand that?”
Nekonata looked into her eyes and nodded. “I think I do.”
“You want to learn how to manipulate your elements like you used to? Just think, when you say the element's true name for you it always comes up like a ball… therefore you are already manipulating it! You just didn’t realise.”
Nekonata looked up and smiled. “I hadn’t thought of it like that!”
“Small manipulations first… then bigger. Do not rush it! Take your time.” Gabija warned.
Gabija pulled out a small carved horse from her robes and handed it to Nekonata. “Inside, embedded into the carving is a small lock of Kimbo’s mane. I make this for you so he will always be with you. When you need help in your most desperate time of need, have faith and be there he will.”
Nekonata smiled again, “Thank you.” He looked over the carving, examining every contour and curve. It was beautiful, it looked so real and lifelike, it was unreal. Just as he went to put the carving into his pocket, he noticed small wisps of smoke coming from its nostrils as if it were snorting.
Gabija looked away hiding a smile.
Nekonata heard the rustling of grass, turning he could see his girls coming back from their hunt. Santaya was dragging her half eaten fox carcass behind her. He stopped to let them catch up, patting them both on their heads.
“Gabija,” Nekonata turned to look at her but she was gone. He looked in every direction, but the elf was nowhere to be seen.
They continued on with their walk back to Edena. Celebrations were still raging in the city. As Nekonata walked through the streets, many of the villagers stopped to shake his hand and pat him on the back. Music was playing loudly, people dancing and drinking. Nekonata walked up to a table, picking up a jug smelling it, grabbing a cup he poured some and then grabbed a loaf of bread.
He saw Vivi, and just simply nodded, then turned away and walked towards the tree near the church. Sitting down on the floor resting his back against the trunk he ate and drank. The girls curled up by his feet, and Santaya finished her fox.
Suddenly Tarasque, flopped down next to him, he noticed the black dragon mark flash white and then settle again.
“Hey…” She said quietly.
“Hey…” He said quietly, offering her some of his bread…
Suddenly Elvina comes racing into the courtyard, her horse skidding to a halt, “Where’s the battle? I’m here for the battle! Huh? It’s over isn't it??”
(footnote: This is the end of book one. I would like to thank @Solara , @BloodRose , @BellaLuna , and @Illusion for giving me the inspiration to pick up my pen and start writing again, and for your support. I’d also like to thank @ANNA007 and @FeltDaquiri for your support too.)
Chapter 50, Reunion
Gabija charged through the enemy, swinging her blades in arches, pivoting and dodging, parrying and attacking, she moved swiftly and elegantly, she listened to her heart beat and moved in sync with it. Her blades whistled with every swing and parry, there were no metallic clashes from her weapons.
A loud whoosh followed by a boom came from the forest, a dark figure shot up into the air and disappeared in a bright light.
“RETREAT, RETREAT, RETREAT!!!” The humans shouted. The Ingmars growled loudly. The remaining humans clambered onto the backs of the Ingmars as they ran for their lives.
Nekonata could feel someone licking his face, the breath coming from it was awful, smelling a combination of blood, dirt and sweat. Nekonata slowly opened his eyes, rubbing his temples. His vision was blurry and slowly came into focus. He noticed it was Kristolia licking him.
“Okay baby girl, I’m Okay. Stop licking me now will you!” Nekonata groaned as he tried to sit up.
Both sides, the protectors and the enemy had suffered serious losses. The remaining of the army were now doing mercy kills to end the suffering of the enemy who were seriously injured. Their own they carried on horseback to Edena to be cured and mended by the healers.
A small man with ginger hair and a long ginger beard walked up to Nekonata slowly. He beat his fist against his chest. “Ingmar Slayer!” He said gruffly, offering a hand to help Nekonata back to his feet.
Nekonata gladly took it. “ I guess I am right in assuming you are King Althor then?”
The Dwarf looked up smiling, “That I be, that I be.”
They both stood looking around. “Were any of your kin hurt?” Nekonata asked
“I lost 8 men, one of which be mine cousin, Soltz. Also 18 be injured.”
“There has to be a better way to kill those beasts, we lost way too many to those alone.”
“Be not I know, I know of them no more than you.” Althor noticed Gabija helping those that had minor injuries. “Come let's see of what use we be.”
Gabija looked up. “Are you okay?” She asked Nekonata.
Blood dripped from a gash on his head, he nodded as he rubbed his back. There was a loud growl coming from the forest, Neko, Althor, and Gabija all turned looking that direction, Elqiana was circling in the sky, with Tarasque on her back. Two Ingmars slowly walked out growling and snorting aggressively, their eyes full of rage, Then they charged straight at the trio standing there amongst the dead.
‘We need to do something Elqi!’ Tara said, patting the dragon on the neck.
‘Don’t we just!’ Elqiana turned tucking one of her wings in, she flared out her wings and roared loudly as she dived straight for one of the Ingmars, Tarasque held on to her saddle the wind whipping ferociously against her, they came in close Elqiana flared her wings straight out as her talons ripped in to the side of the Ingmar, her huge fanged maw opened wide and clamped on to the Ingmars neck, she shook and wringed though the beasts neck until she heard the deafening crunch of bones that she was familiar with.
Neko reached around his back, “My bow and arrow…” He looked at Gabija, “May I?” The clan leader handed her bow to him, and an arrow. He took a deep breath, his eyes changed to purple, his aura flared up around him becoming visible. Gabija and Althor looked at each other in surprise. Neko notched the arrow, and pulled back making the bowstring taught, the green feathered arrow changed into a static purple thunder arrow. Gabija stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder, her green aura mingled with his, then Althor placed a his lower back, Althor’s pink aura mixed in, together the three of them stood there calmly, the arrow changing once again, purple, green and pink static thunder mixing together, the brightness flaring up. The Ingmar almost upon them, opening it’s maw and roaring loudly. Neko let the arrow loose.
As he let the arrow loose he roared, “NOT TODAY ASSHOLE!” His voice boomed through the land, an invisible pulse of energy rippling through with it causing window panes in Edena to shatter, and trees to lose their leaves. The coloured static arrow flew through the Ingmars maw, ripping through its body until the Ingmar exploded. It’s blood, skin, bones and organs flying everywhere… covering the trio.
Neko dropped to his knees panting heavily, Elqiana landed and Tarasque inelegantly climbed down from the dragon's back, her legs shook a little, placing her hand on the dragon's huge front paw she steadied herself.
Gabija and Althor shook their arms, shaking the Ingmars guts of them.
“Be smelling of Ingmar for weeks I will.” Althor commented,
“You have a pink aura Althor?” Gabija asked curiously.
Tarasque helped Nekonata to his feet, and they turned to face the dwarf king and Elvish clan leader.
“What? I like pink!” replied Althor gruffly. They all looked at each other and burst out laughing.
Neko walked forward gingerly feeling exhausted, putting a hand on the dwarf king's shoulder, “Well… pink definitely suits you.” He commented with a sheepish grin. He turned to Tarasque and the dragon, Elqiana. “I’m happy you are awake Tarasque, that your safe and well.”
“Thank you Nekonata, thank you so much for your help.” Tarasque went to give him a hug, and thought better of it, deciding to pat him on the shoulder. “You umm… definitely need a bath…”
Santaya and Kristolia walked up to him, they sniffed him, their noses wrinkled, making them cover their noses with a paw. “Oh geez, thanks girls!” Neko said, chuckling.
“Vivi said you are needed back at Edena, Nekonata.” Gabija said without looking up.
“Okay.” Nekonata nodded to Althor and wandered off looking for Kimbo. He whistled, “Kimbo, come on boy!”
He saw Jason kneeling next to Kimbo. “I’m sorry Nekonata, Kimbo didn’t make it. Ingmar got him.”
Jason took Nekonata to where Kimbo lay. The poor horse was covered in mud, blood and guts from the dead that lay around him. Kneeling down beside the horse, he took a deep breath, his heart aching.
“I didn’t know you for long Kimbo, you saved my life in the swamps. I am so sorry this happened to you. Thank you.” Nekonata stroked the dead horse's mane.
Jason touched Nekonata on the shoulder. “We will bury him here.”
Nekonata nodded. “Burn the enemy's body, away from the forest.”
Nekonata took one last look at his horse and walked away.
“The Crelden is the one responsible for this attack.” Gabija said seriously.
“Who is the Crelden?” Nekonata asked.
“Rubian Blackthorn. He is the right hand, the Crelden of the King’s. Some say he is the reason the king is the way he is. Others say the King was never of the right mind to begin with.” Replied Gabija.
Nekonata nodded in thought. He slowly started to walk back to Edena, his girls by his side. Tarasque and Elqiana walked just behind them.
As they walked into Edena, people had started to come out of their homes in dribs and drabs, Elqiana took off into the skies and started to circle. Nekonata, Tarasque stood side by side, Gabija and Althor just behind them as they walked through the streets. Vivi stood at the entrance of the courtyard, Elqiana had carefully landed, and lay behind Vivi.
“I have some private quarters set up for you, to refresh yourselves.” Vivi said politely.
Tarasque’s mother came running towards her, “Are you ok? You shouldn’t have left like that, that was silly… you could have gotten hurt…”
Tarasque rolled her eyes, “Mother, stop!” She whispered! “I’m fine!”
“Eurgh, what is that smell?” Cassandra asked, covering her nose, she looked her daughter over and noticed something in her, she carefully picked it out, it was slimy. “What is this?”
Vivi looked over her shoulder, “Oh, that looks like.. Ingmar brains…”
Cassandra squealed, dropping it to the floor, “Eww… eww… ugh… I think I’m going to be sick…” She quickly ran back inside. Vivi winked at Tarasque, who burst out laughing.
A few days later they were all grouped up in the courtyard again.
Convel howled, his pack moved into formation. He bowed his head slightly, looking at Nekonata and Vivi. “Till next time!” He turned and set off back home with rest.
“It be time for us to go to.” Althor beat his fist to his chest. “There be lots of mining to catch up on.”
Nekonata shook the Dwarf King's hand. “Thank you, for coming to our aid. I’ll be sure to visit your mountains soon.”
“Be that you do! You’d be mine guest of honour.” He replied laughing. A horn rang out and Althor raised his fist in the air, and he set off with his clan for their long march home.
“Saluton.” Gabija slowly and gracefully walked up to Nekonata and Vivi, her black armour shining brightly. On the breastplate of her armour was a panther etched into it and coloured green. Slung over her shoulder was a green bow, with a satchel of green fletched arrows hanging on her back. Her green bladed sword hung at her waist. “I sent my army home this morning. We need to discuss what our next moves will be.”
“I need my memory back, without it I feel useless. It pains me when people look at me like I should remember who they are.”
Vivi put a hand on Nekonata shoulder. “It will come back to you, you just need to be patient.”
“Fajro!” A purple fireball appeared on Nekonata’s hand, he threw it at a tree stump making it explode. “My patience is starting to wear away.” Nekonata walked away heading back towards Edena. Santaya and Kristolia as usual were right by his side.
“Doing daily things will help your memory to come back, child. You are strong, it will come back to you soon.”
Nekonata breathed in deeply, still playing with fireballs in his hands. He looked at Vivi and walked into the forest, climbing the tallest tree he could find, sitting on a branch. He sighed out loud.
Day slowly turned into night, and the clouds were getting heavy. “My favourite elements have always been fire and thunder.” He muttered to himself. “The ancient word for thunder…”
“Tondro” Came a voice from below.
Nekonata pushed some branches aside and looked down. He saw Gabija crouched on the floor fussing with the wolves.
He looked at the palm of his hand, “Tondro” He muttered, and a small ball of purple thunder flickered in his hand and disappeared.
“Tondro!” He said this time with more confidence, the ball of thunder appeared stronger in his palm this time. Lasting longer before flickering out.
Nekonata dropped from branch to branch before landing softly on the ground. “Thank you!” He said, touching his fist to his chest.
Gabija smiled, “That is the dwarves' sign of respect. Us elves touch our chins just below the lips with the index finger and middle finger, and bring it down in a small arch.”
Nekonata followed the instructions, and Gabija smiled with a small bow.
Kristolia and Santaya bounced up and down on their front paws, tails wagging, staring at Nekonata.
“Go, go hunt!” Nekonata laughed. Kristolia cocked her to the side. “Go, I’ll be fine, we are going to walk back to Edena.” Nekonata said looking at Gabija, the Elf nodded in agreement.
“It may be wise if you do not tell Vivi I told you of thunder’s true name, he would not be happy with me for interfering.”
Nekonata looked at Gabija, “Why won’t he help me remember?”
“He is worried if he tells you anything that your memories will come rushing back and overload on you. If that happens it could be very damaging to you.”
Nekonata looked at the ground, kicking a few loose stones.
Gabija stopped, putting her hands on his shoulders. “You are like the son that he never had. He loves you and wants the best for you like a father would his own, do you understand that?”
Nekonata looked into her eyes and nodded. “I think I do.”
“You want to learn how to manipulate your elements like you used to? Just think, when you say the element's true name for you it always comes up like a ball… therefore you are already manipulating it! You just didn’t realise.”
Nekonata looked up and smiled. “I hadn’t thought of it like that!”
“Small manipulations first… then bigger. Do not rush it! Take your time.” Gabija warned.
Gabija pulled out a small carved horse from her robes and handed it to Nekonata. “Inside, embedded into the carving is a small lock of Kimbo’s mane. I make this for you so he will always be with you. When you need help in your most desperate time of need, have faith and be there he will.”
Nekonata smiled again, “Thank you.” He looked over the carving, examining every contour and curve. It was beautiful, it looked so real and lifelike, it was unreal. Just as he went to put the carving into his pocket, he noticed small wisps of smoke coming from its nostrils as if it were snorting.
Gabija looked away hiding a smile.
Nekonata heard the rustling of grass, turning he could see his girls coming back from their hunt. Santaya was dragging her half eaten fox carcass behind her. He stopped to let them catch up, patting them both on their heads.
“Gabija,” Nekonata turned to look at her but she was gone. He looked in every direction, but the elf was nowhere to be seen.
They continued on with their walk back to Edena. Celebrations were still raging in the city. As Nekonata walked through the streets, many of the villagers stopped to shake his hand and pat him on the back. Music was playing loudly, people dancing and drinking. Nekonata walked up to a table, picking up a jug smelling it, grabbing a cup he poured some and then grabbed a loaf of bread.
He saw Vivi, and just simply nodded, then turned away and walked towards the tree near the church. Sitting down on the floor resting his back against the trunk he ate and drank. The girls curled up by his feet, and Santaya finished her fox.
Suddenly Tarasque, flopped down next to him, he noticed the black dragon mark flash white and then settle again.
“Hey…” She said quietly.
“Hey…” He said quietly, offering her some of his bread…
Suddenly Elvina comes racing into the courtyard, her horse skidding to a halt, “Where’s the battle? I’m here for the battle! Huh? It’s over isn't it??”
(footnote: This is the end of book one. I would like to thank @Solara , @BloodRose , @BellaLuna , and @Illusion for giving me the inspiration to pick up my pen and start writing again, and for your support. I’d also like to thank @ANNA007 and @FeltDaquiri for your support too.)