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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶 𝔑𝔦𝔫𝔢

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"Kirimvose Drogos. Embar" Allara gave the both dragons a kiss on the tips of their noses and they both purred as they allowed the members of the small group to climb onto them (Thank you).

Skgahgrezh , Angela and the three werecats were mounted on Embar's back with the witch at the very front with the same giddy expression she had when she had first flown with the she dragon. Allara got onto Drogos in front of Vanir alongside Roran and Rimmar.

"Slowly sir" Allara told the two dragons as they prepared to take flight (slowly now).

The dragons did as she asked and as slowly as they could rose into the air making small gusts of air hit the queen below them who was watching them leave.

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Nasuada watched as the dragons soared into the sky, carrying the group towards their uncertain destination. Her heart swelled with a mix of hope, and worry. She knew that the success of their mission could determine the fate of their kingdom.

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As the dragons gained altitude, the group marveled at the breathtaking view of the city below. The wind whipped against their faces, bringing a sense of exhilaration and a reminder of the danger they were about to face.

Allara glanced over her shoulder, her gaze meeting Vanir's. They shared understanding of the risks they were undertaking for the greater good.

Jörmundur and Rimmar held on tightly to the black spikes that protruded before them, their expressions determined, ready to fight alongside their comrades. Skgahgrezh, Angela, and the werecats held their positions on the dragon flying besides the black and red one, their eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of danger.

The dragons maintained a steady pace, navigating the currents with grace and precision. Embar's powerful wings beat in sync with Drogos, carrying their riders towards the unknown. As they traveled, the group couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer vastness of their world and the limitless possibilities that lay ahead.

Hours passed, and the landscape transformed beneath them. Lush forests gave way to rugged mountains, their peaks reaching towards the heavens. The air grew thinner, and the temperature dropped, causing the riders to bundle themselves in warm cloaks.

Allara glanced at her companions, a silent reassurance passing between them. Despite the hardships they faced, their spirits remained resolute. They were united by a common purpose...to protect their people and ensure a future free from the threat that loomed over them.

As the sun began its descent, casting an orange glow across the horizon, the dragons descended, their wings beating slower as they approached a desolate valley. The group dismounted, their boots sinking into the snow-covered ground.

"Go and hide out until I call for your help" Allara asked the dragons to do.

Drogos and Embar nodded and left, their figures merging into the trees as Agaravel, yes they had brought the Eldunarí along, cast the spell.

Silence enveloped the remaining group, broken only by the howling wind. Skgahgrezh's keen senses picked up faint sounds in the distance, urging the group to stay alert. Angela knelt down, her fingers brushing against the dirt, searching for any signs that could lead them to their objective.

"This way," Angela said, her voice hushed yet resolute. "I can sense a presence nearby, something dark and foreboding"

With Angela leading the way, the group trudged through the dry grass, their footsteps leaving a trail behind them. The terrain grew treacherous, but their determination carried them forward.

Finally, they reached the mouth of a cave at the base of a tall spired mountain near the visible city in the distance, ominous and foreboding. The air grew heavy with an unnatural energy, causing the hairs on the back of their necks to stand on end. Skgahgrezh's growl resonated through the cave, a warning to any lurking danger.

Drawing their weapons, the group entered the cave, their footsteps echoing against the walls. Their eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for any sign of the enemy. The darkness seemed impenetrable, but they pressed on, driven by their shared purpose.

As they ventured deeper, the group stumbled upon a hidden chamber that was connected to other smaller routes through the mountain, bathed in an eerie glow. In the center stood a pedestal, upon which rested vials of the infused blood that fueled their enemies' power.

"This is the blood we found in the other man" Angela said.

A loud meowl reached them as Shadowhunter called for them. There in a corner was the decapitated body of a Ra'zac, its already thin body now looking even more shrivelled up due to the many tubes sticking out of its body that were taking its blood to the numerous vials on the pedestal.

"Let's get rid of this and continue further in, maybe we find more Ra'zac eggs and we have to get rid of those" Angela told the group.

Allara looked more confused as she unsheathed Ânogar from its place at her hip and stayed at the back of the group with Vanir while Angela and the werecats lead them on.

"Eggs? What are these thing fucking insects?" she asked the elf.

"The Ra'zac are a still unknown race that appeared on Alagaësia several hundred years ago. People with unseemly goals took advantage of this and stole the eggs to hatch them themselves. Galbatorix was thought to have been the one with the very last eggs until we received information that there were more out there" Vanir explained "Queen Arya has made sure to send a group of elves lead by Blödhgarm, who is a 'general' in Du Weldenvarden, to find the rest of the eggs and make sure they don't hatch, as well as I heard that queen Nasuada made her own force of sorcerers to find them themselves"

Allara nodded along with his explanation while not taking her eyes of off the tunnel up ahead and behind them.

"It's strange that there is no traps or anyone in here" Jörmundur said skeptically.

"That's becomes there isn't" Angela said as they entered what looked like to be a throne room.

There was a large throne of melted metals and human bones in the centre of the room.

"Hey over here!" Rimmar shouted as he had left with Skgahgrezh to investigate.

They all followed the sound of his voice to see a self made dungeon with cells filled by malnourished and dead bodies of villagers that had gone missing around the continent.

"Now we know where so many people have disappeared to" Rimmar sighed as he held up the limp hand of one of the dead women piled onto the other dead bodies.

"Who the fuck would do this?" Allara said as she covered her nose with her hand from the smell of rotting flesh.

She had never seen something like that back in Westeros and you could say that she was more than shocked at that.

"We have to go find them. I'm quite sure the perpetrator of this is in Dras Leona by now" Angela said "We'll have to come and bury these poor people after that"

The group agreed in silence as they left the cave and mountain to walk over to the city down below.

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