Shadows Reborn (2nd Book)

Chapter 15: A Scene on the Horizon

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I said the title's On The Horizon. I didn't say I wouldn't add more to it. You'll see why I added that.

Continue on. ^_^

After their mirth had decreased enough, they went back to more serious matters, mainly if Miasmador was powerful enough to carry them all, which drew a laugh from the large lavender dragon.

"Do you see my size, little ones? I can easily be mistaken as a mountain," Miasmador replied, rolling growls escaping his throat, his pale imitation of a laugh. Althalos did his own laugh too, albeit shaky.

"There is no mistaking your size, dragon," Katelyn said, sounding as awed as she looked. "However," She stopped, pointing to the crude saddle that was now a mess before continuing on,"There is still the matter of flying. We want to keep our legs, you know?"

Fendrel nodded, grabbing their attention with a snap of his fingers. "We can make a replacement saddle. Wolves and many more flock these fields, I know, and we can use their pelts to make it."

"Can you not just defend your legs against my scales?" The dragon now asked.

Althalos ran a hand down Miasmador's side, feeling the dragon's scales with the tip of his fingers, observing how hard and resilient they are. "We can, but such a spell would drain someone in a minute of flying."

Fendrel pointed at the two Champions of Merec, an idea forming in his head. "I think we have an alternative to that. Both of you have a limitless amount of energy, and there is no doubt that you can sustain it until we get close enough."

Althalos looked at the sky. Droplets of water had already started to pierce through the dark gray clouds, falling to the brown earth, and soon enough, it would become a storm of massive proportions.

Althalos thought that maybe even Miasmador wouldn't be able to handle a storm bearing down on him, even if his size was relevant.

Althalos now took their attention, pointing up to the sky. "There's the matter of the sto.."

Miasmador quickly interrupted him. "There is no need for that, tiny one. I can easily fly over the clouds."

Althalos raised an eyebrow. "You're really rubbing it in our faces that we're extremely tiny compared to you, aren't you?"

All but Althalos and Miasmador gave a nod, chuckling at the young man's words, which caused the dragon to innocently say,"I have no idea of what you're speaking, Shadow Champion. I am merely saying that you are tiny, compared to me."

With a roll of his eyes, Althalos said,"Well, now that that's out of our list of problems, there's also time."

Fendrel interjected, having already calculated it,"With the knowledge I know of dragons, a large size is ironically faster when in flight. So it may only take us a few hours or so. No less than a day. A full dragon can traverse this whole country in one day, and Miasmador is one."

"I'm suspecting you're exaggerating," Althalos replied, sighing as he held his head with his hands,"but for the sake of Ayleth, we'll do it."

His heart pounded when he mentioned the Death Maiden's name, Ayleth Hadriandsdotter. It's been so long since he had seen his trusted companion, and he's grown to miss her with every passing second. He sighed again, this time filled with melancholy and longing.

Fendrel too sighed, looking away. "Alright. Let's do it. Anyone of you object to the plan?"

None did, and then they commenced their plan.