A shudder ran down Dax’s spine as he made a run for it. There seemed to be something wrong with his predators but this wasn’t the time to think or thank whatever the cause was. They were blind to him and he needed to use this opportunity. Adrenaline rushed through him as he ran. Back in the City of Relics he would have scolded himself for running at any distance since there were mythics of faster race than himself that could make him look like a creature of the water trying to fly but out here he had no one to judge him and no one to care about other than himself. Following the trail the Rhino mythic had left, Dax spread his wings and emerged into his full dragon form. He always forgot how big he actually was as a dragon. He didn’t exactly understand the whole ‘reflectioned’ form that the scientist had babbled about. (Mythic school wasn’t exactly fun for him).
Lifting into the air and gaining altitude, Dax looked back towards his predators that were to distracted by their poor lack in teamwork. Although the monsters were ruthless, they didn’t seem book smart either, which comforted Dax to an extent. However, this also made him cringe as he compared himself to murders. Once, he wanted to be like that. Now, that he had experienced their viciousness first hand he wanted nothing to do with them.
Gliding past one of the mountains, Dax laughed in awe. Before him were valleys, open land… He believed those were called pastures. Behind him, a vast forest (with the path of the rhino mythic running in a scribbled, then a straight line when she realized she was missing out on all the action. In seeing this, Dax made a note… Don’t make that big of a fool of himself.
Riding the wind, Dax allowed himself to follow the current since his predators didn’t seem to be able to see him. The time was long but an enjoyable peace as it took two hours to find the first civilization. For a moment, Dax began to lose altitude before he thought to himself, even if he were to escape that simply… The first civilization that came into radius of the City of Relics would be the first humanly place to look. So, despite his hunger and curiosity Dax continued to fly until he passed two more civilization. At that point, the sun was fully awake and accompanying him on his journey.
Scanning the overwhelming land beneath him, Dax spotted two possible stops. A city, well built, but not encircled by a wall, meaning that it wasn’t another City of Relics, and a very tiny village off the side of a mountain. Seeing that the village was technically closer in altitude, Dax darted for the village. He didn’t have much with him. He had his I.D, his documents folded up into his back pocket, and no money, considering his money consisted on his I.D which only worked in a city similar to the City of Relics.
A part of him glanced back over at the huge city in the distance, he could fly there in no time at all. And, he could use the money on a chance in a bigger city. However, he hadn’t interacted with anyone outside of the city. Besides other mythics and scientist he didn’t exactly know what to think about people who weren’t part something else. Taking a landing less than an half a mile from the village, Dax inhaled then began to walk, returning to his boy form.
On the way to the village ran a good sized river. Approaching it, Dax knelt by the water to cup his hands and drink. Meeting the eyes of his dragon self, Dax stepped back in confusion. Feeling his body, he shook his head. Why was he looking into the dragon side of him rather than a normal reflection of himself. Thinking back to the city, Dax thought of a mirror and being able to see his ‘human’ self in the mirror. Why was the water different?
Feeling an itch in his throat, Dax frowned, turn to the river, closed his eyes and cupped his hands for a drink. After he had quenched his thirst he opened his eyes again and stared into a reflection of his dragon self. Reaching out to the water, Dax watched in awe as his dragonhide reflected off of his hand, his claws shimmered and were spread.
“I don’t understand…” Dax said to himself, hearing his voice for the first time since he had left the city. He seemed confused but calm, amazed and frightened by the sight. Getting up, Dax touched his arm for a second time, he could feel the human skin on his arm and the hair that grew on them. Turning away from the river, Dax continued to walk towards the village. Hopefully, this village would be aware of what a ‘mythic’ was and hopefully he wouldn’t be walking into the village with his dragon self as a shadow lingering behind.
To frighten the village would be terrible. All he wanted to do was introduce himself and investigate. Stopping in his tracks, he paused for a moment to think about his voice. What if they didn’t speak the same language as he did at the city? Even though he internally knew some languages (his tradition folklore background was the reason for that) he didn’t want to believe one hundred percent that every language that was spoken outside or inside the the city would align.
Then again, he thought to himself as he took a few steps towards the village, what if the village hated mythics? What if they ate mythics? No, wait. He laughed at himself as the thought occured. He was a dragon. Dragons don’t die that easily. And even then, he had evaded a rhino mythic that was destructive along with a gryphon which wasn’t exactly the easiest to persuade to share. In this case, he’d be the predator but he also didn’t want to seem vicious.
Throwing ideas in and out of his mind, Dax pushed on. It was either the village or the city that he had spotted and he chose to stop at this village since there was less people and a more likelihood of a personal interaction rather than a business one. Stepping foot into the village, he watched as people passed him as if he didn’t exist.
Panic arose in the pit of his stomach. How did he see his dragon self, feel his human self and his dragon self for that matter and still be invisible. Gripping his hand into a fist, Dax looked around the village, it was a lot smaller in person. Heading in a random direction, Dax sighed. Hopefully, there wasn’t something wrong with him.
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