felistia

The earth begins to shake. A mountain about to blow. An entire dragon tribe on the brink of destruction.

Zoltar rushed home towards the Shadow Lands, the wind from his wings churning the ocean as he soared low over the dark waters.

Zoltar’s heart thundered as he streaked across a barren landscape. Clouds of ash billowed from the earth, choking his every breath.

The mist swirled below Zoltar like a writhing sea. Strange echoing calls reverberated from the haze, but he couldn’t see nothing.

First came the whistle, then the flash of silver as the spear hurtled through the air ....

Zoltar growled. How could he have been so stupid to think that they could share the island?

Zoltar glanced over at Hisster. His eyes were fixed on something ahead of them. Zoltar followed the direction of Hisster’s stern gaze. His heart nearly stopped.

Zoltar squeezed his eyes shut, the pain of it all tearing at him for the inside like a ravenous beast. How was he going to do this on his own?

What was a Sea Talon doing here? Zoltar thought, panicking slightly.

It should be safe. The Wisp Talons seemed to only come out at night and he hadn’t seen any on his flight here.

Time seemed to stop as the two sat poised, each waiting for the other to make a wrong move.

​Just visible through the canopy were the Wisp Talons sapphire eyes, deep and unreadable as the ocean herself.

Suddenly something seized his neck and slammed him to the rock floor, making his head spin.

Cold dread replace the fleeting joy from a moment before. He knew that sound. It was about to happen.

“But we can’t trust him. He’s a Shadow Talon. I'm having enough trouble as it is letting him sleep here.” Shiraku hissed with clear hatred.

Adrenaline pumped through his body, his senses sharp as a blade as he examined the prints. Felistia had been right. The hunt was taking his mind off o

Zoltar arched his neck and let loose a piercing whistle. It swept through the forest, shrill and clear. The effect was almost instantaneous.

Zoltar flared his wings in an effort to make himself appear larger and roared, the sound drowning out the storm raging over head.

The metallic sound of scales brushing past leaves cut through the silence. Zoltar stiffened.

Emerald was sitting near the entrance to the cave, her scales matching the swirling raindrops as she stared out over the forest.

As he walked along, Zoltar’s thoughts wondered. How strange was this?

Suddenly, there was a rush of air above him as a shadow sped past. Startled, Zoltar shot a fire ball skyward and turned to dash back into the forest.

“They’re getting too close,” Felistia hissed to Shiraku, her eyes shimmering ever so slightly in the gloom, “We’ve never seen them down by the lake...

Zoltar flared his wings, baring his teeth as he prepared to launch a fire ball in the direction of the dragon.

The heavy throb of drums grew in the damp air as the blood curdling sound of dragon howls filled the forest a few miles away.

Without warning, something moved in the corner of his vision and he heard Felistia gasp. Zoltar spun, ready to fight off the creature.

Zoltar hated to admit it, but what else could it be. Claws of fear gripped his chest and an urge to flee raced through his veins.

Relief swept over Zoltar as he cleared the mist. They’d made it. They were safe. Then a wave of cold dread washed over him like ice water.