Amber eyes. Dax’s memories replayed the first day he was in the City of Relics. There was a girl who had helped him medically recover. Years later, she would be dead from a different inmate’s incident so why was Dax thinking of her now? That was six years ago.
Suddenly, there was a surge of pain that started from his right wing and pulsed inward. Dax’s eyes opened but his memories still played in his head, the first time he saw that he could fire breath, that he was part dragon. He was eight. Why was this memory playing now?
Wind rushed past his face. He was losing altitude and quick. But all he could think about were those amber eyes. Why? Ignoring the spreading pain, Dax concentrated. At that time when he was eight he couldn’t remember whose eyes they reminded him off. The girl was nice, but all she was to him was a medic. They had no past together. She was comforting but that was because it was her job. So why, while falling to his death, was he so adamant on figuring out whose eyes they were?
Her voice was distant again as he remembered what she had said to him when they first met. “Poor you, being in the state you were in for so long…” While hearing this Dax felt himself start to lose his breath due to the fast altitude lost, a dizziness started to wash over him.
Why had he not asked her before what state she was talking about when they first met and even more so when they got to know each other? The records say that he entered the City of Relics injured but did he go to the City of Relics on his own?
“I’m sure you don’t remember what happened.” Her voice came to him again, this time he felt the pain from his wings in the center of his back, he had to have gotten shot by something. World a blur, Dax began to nod off.
“However, the real question is, should I tell you?” Dax remembered what he thought when she said this and how he couldn’t speak, all he could do was breath fire. Pain taking over him, Dax’s mind ceased. There was no more pain and no more voice. However, something else pulsed through Dax’s body.
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Euro exclaimed in joy. “Got him!” He yelled, placing his bow down. “Didn’t think I would, did you? Now we’re going to be rich.” He said approaching his brother Imore.
“Better make sure we cuff him and sedate him with enough of that stuff your nerd friend gave us. I heard dragons aren’t the nicest of mythics.” Imore warned.
“No mythic is nice, brother. Haven’t you learned that by now? That’s why we do what we do?” Euro scoffed. “Their mutations is what they are. Nothing like us. If anything, their animals.”
“Which is why we need to get to him as fast as possible before he does has chance to recover. He wasn’t in full dragon mode. You could tell by how he was flying. Those of who lose their minds to their mythics are the worse and the scariest so you better hurry up, or we might be pushing up daisies.”
Euro rolled his eyes. “You honestly think they said that in the Old Western times?”
Imore shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. What does is that we get him, before-” Imore cursed under his breath. Behind him, Euro approached in confusion. “We’ll get to him. Why are you so worried?”
“Because I was afraid of something like that.” Imore growled. “Now we have two choices here.” He said as a roar shook the ground they stood on. “Either leave it for a professional or we die trying to get him into that quarantine.”
The roar resonated in Euro’s heart, making his breath stop. So this was a dragon, a real one, not one that was under control. He knew he should have laced his arrow with the sedative. Why didn’t he? It was only a matter of time before the dragon would notice them and Imore was right. Leave or die trying. Which would he choose?
“Well?”! Imore yelled, as the roars didn’t stop. The dragon was thrashing now, looking for a target
and if Euro was not planning on sticking around Imore didn’t want them to be the first things that the dragon saw.
“Professionals.” Euro said, his heart clenched up. They had taken down many mythics in the past. However, none of them went into full mythical creature mode so they had it easy. This one, a full sized dragon, bigger than any building he had seen, was not going to take them lightly.
Grabbing Euro’s arm, Imore pulled him to safety as the dragon began to created cracks in the earth. Imore had never seen a duel elemental dragon before. If they breathed fire they tend to only breath fire or produce fire. But then again, Imore had never dealt with a real dragon before.
The two scrambled up the mountain they had come down from, giving them a better perspective of how big the dragon was, which didn’t help their fear. Huffing, Euro sat down to take a breath. “Do you think we should warn the Quarantine?” He asked, it would take days on foot, maybe even a week but seeing that this was a mad dragon on the loose? This probably qualified for Quarantine intervention.
“The city is closer than the Quarantine. I’d imagine if this type of dragon was on the loose they would know but we’ll need back up. We can always go to the others about this.” Imore suggested.
“That’s embarrassing though.” Euro sighed. “This dragon is massive, I mean, there’s an arrow in its wing because of me but now it’s on rampage.”
Imore nodded towards the city. “Look brother, it happens. In this profession there’s bound to be a mythic or two we can’t take down on our own and that’s okay. We’re not Gods.”
“We take them down because they think they are.” Euro said, now brushing himself off. Let’s set a signal and then run for it.” Euro grinned, causing Imore to roll his eyes. “Pretty sure we don’t need to send the dragon our location when others who do the same work as us can figure out that there’s a dragon on the loose.”
Euro shrugged. “I was trying to give us more incentive to run.”
Punching Euro in the arm, Imore took Euro’s flare from his pack. “Don’t think so, idiot. I don’t want to die today.”
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