The Thunder Of Kiwea

The dragons of Kiwea are thinning out and she is the last onyx dragon in her Thunder. Jinda, her mate, is the Lord of dragons and red as blood. She wants to find more like her, but she's rather restricted with her duties. Is she really alone in the world, or just the only one for a while?

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7. Ch. 6

I fly out two hours later before anyone else even wakes. I fly above the trees, looking for some kind of game trail to follow, but find none. I fly higher until I'm among the clouds, droplets clinging to my scales whenever I fly through one. Then, I let my mind wonder. I think back to the conversation that Treil and I had, focusing on the reverence with which he looked at me as he spoke. I let a small jet of flame slip past my teeth and fly through it, warming myself. I wonder if it's true... My spine tingles and my hackles raise at the thought. I've never even seen another onyx dragon before... Treil suddenly flies up next to me from the folds of a cloud and flaps once to rise above me. "What are you doing out here? We don't leave for another hour." He asks, using telepathy since our words would never be heard over the wind. "I needed to think." I reply, keeping it short. He nods and looks at me out of the corner of his eye. "You are the last, Arona. Of that, there is little doubt. We few dragons that remain are assembled before you. I'm sorry. I have looked, but the results were not in your favor." I nod, having suspected as much. I tuck my wings and take a dive into freefall. Treil roars in alarm and turns, trying to catch up to me so that he can pull me back into the sky. I blink and hit the water, slipping underneath the surface like a lance and staying still for a few moments before lazily beginning to swim towards the top. A few seconds later, Treil shoots down in a burst of bubbles a hundred feet away. He searches desperately for a few seconds before he finds my dark form. I look at him for a few moments before I look back to the surface, focused only on the fact that I am alone. I see movement out of the corner of my eye and feel talons dig into my sides, forcing some of the air from my lungs before lifting me to the surface. My head floats as Treil looks in my eyes, bewildered that I'm so calm. "Why?" He asks breathlessly. "I needed to think. I wouldn't have let myself die. I am needed here. I just needed some time to process." He growls and I take to the sky once more, prying myself from the lake we landed in in a few deft strokes. A few seconds later, I hear his wings beat the surface of the water to follow me. "Arona, I will help you find another onyx dragon. I promise... I will try."

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