Subject: 3 - LUNA
Posted on: 2023-01-21 06:18:42 UTC
The news probably shocked Jen as much as it shocked me when I was still a pup and learned that the Shadow was real.
After all, you do not want to be wanted by a dragon.
Dragons were big. They had huge claws and teeth. They could fly and shoot fire from their armpits. (Okay, just joking about that last one.)
And especially not by Drakor--he was the biggest, strongest dragon to have ever lived.
I volunteered to take first watch. While Jen went to sleep, I looked and listened for any dangerous things that could be potentially lurking out there.
After a few hours of staying awake, I heard a rustle. I shook Jen with my paw. "Jen? I heard a rustle."
Jen sat up and rubbed her eyes. "A rustle?"
I heard another rustle. Same as the other one, but louder. The hairs of my back stood straight up.
"Run!" I shouted.
Right then, a black talon shot out of the darkness and grabbed me. I struggled to escape, but the talon just gripped me tighter.
"Escape won't be so easy, little one," said a voice that sounded like ice grinding against stone. "You'll have to get past me first."
I couldn't spot Jen anywhere. Maybe she had fled. Maybe she had been captured by someone else.
I hoped that it was the former.
The talon shifted, and I found myself looking at a dragon. His scales were obsidian black, with hints of purple. Razor-sharp spines stuck out of his back and neck like porcupine quills. His eyes were a crimson red.
The dragon spread his wings, great dark shadows. He lifted off into the sky.
His talon clenched me even more tightly, so tightly that I blacked out.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a large pit. The walls were nearly vertical, making it impossible to climb out. I looked around, searching for something that might help me escape, and I spotted a grey object on the other side of the pit. Cautiously, I crept closer to the object.
As soon as I got close enough to discern what the object was, I gasped.
It was Ythakor.
He was so thin that I could see his ribs sticking out. He had numerous gashes on his side and face.
Ythakor stood up on shaky legs. His eyes, once a bright blue, were dull.
"What happened to you?" I asked.
"It was the Shadow." Ythakor grimaced. "I couldn't kill him. In the middle of our fight, he ran away. Even though I was wounded, I followed him."
"Then how did you end up here?" I asked.
"Well, I would've asked the same question to you," replied Ythakor.
"You go first."
"Alright. Anyway, I followed the Shadow, and found him talking to a dragon. I stepped back, but snapped a twig. They both heard me. I bolted, but the dragon was faster. He caught me and put me here." He sighed. "Your turn."
I recited my story of me and Jen, from the moment I met her to the moment that I was taken. Ythakor listened patiently, nodding every once in a while to show that he understood. When I finished my story, he said to me, "I have something to show you."
Ythakor turned to the ground and pushed aside a slab of rock, revealing a small niche containing a dagger inside. He nudged the dagger. "Mark? You there?"
The dagger floated up to eye level and replied, "Dude! You just--is that a newcomer?"
I gaped. Ythakor grinned.
I had seen plenty of weird things in my life. Once I saw a wolf in a tree. Another time I saw a rabbit adopt an eagle. Then there was that time when Ythakor kissed a tree. But a talking, floating dagger? It made it into the top three.
Eventually, I managed to say, "Uh…"
"Oh," said Ythakor. "Luna, meet Mark, who is a magic floating talking dagger. Mark, meet Luna, alpha wolf of the famed Omega Pack."
My reply: "Um… hi?"
My thoughts: What if he stabs me? He might do that if I say the wrong thing! I can't say too much when he's around!
"Don't worry, I don't bite. But it's not like I have a jaw," Mark pointed out.
"Even if I say something insulting?"
"You're Ythakor's friend. Ythakor isn't evil. Therefore, you're not evil."
Mark had a point. (Oh, sorry. That was bad.) I asked him, "How do you know that Ythakor isn't evil?"
"Well," said Mark, "I can look inside anyone's soul. Ythakor's soul is mostly good, so I--oh, heck no. A dragon is approaching!"
Mark dropped into the niche, and Ythakor quickly slid the slab over the opening just as the morning sun was blocked by an enormous sihoulette.