MAEGYA | xvii. "REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE." THE SAVIOR'S SALVATION
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THE HILL WAS a stony plateau in a sea of green.
It took Thea half of the previous day to climb down from the top. In that time, she tore off a section of her dress to wrap around her arm to try and stave off the bleeding where the Scorpion's Son shierakh had cut her. It didn't make it any easier when she had to climb. She was winded when she made it down and even more dizzy. The rocks scraped her palms raw. Her muscles ached and the pain in her leg became a provocation for her to go crazy.
Her watch was broken so she couldn't send out a distress signal to the Dragonfang. She thought to use her powers, to send even the smallest beacon of light up into the sky but distrust had been sown so deeply inside of her, she couldn't trust whatever—or whoever— might respond to it.
Tall stalks of grass and bushes covered the lower slopes of the curved ledge where Rhaegon had made his lair for the past five years. The air smelled like ash and every rock and tree in sight was scorched and blackened. Charred and broken bones were strewn across the plain but none were human for Thea's relief. It wasn't the townhouse or even Dragonfort but it was home to him and no one understood the lure of home better than Thea.
The wind swept against Thea, making the grass she stood on sigh as the stalks whipped together. Her parched lips stung and her hair rustled in the breeze. She had undone most of her braids which was an unsettling tangle of silver locks.
She would have returned to Berlin to find them but Rhaegon wasn't on board with the plan.
A low grumble drew her attention to Rhaegon who was curled up in the crook of his lair. Her heart twisted as she saw the bright red scraps against his scales, right by his wings. Some of the wounds were smoking.
"It hurts bad, doesn't it?" she sighed, taking staggering steps toward him. The bottoms of her feet were blistered and aching from all her walking. She wasn't quite sure how normal she was walking but she collapsed beside him, feeling her shoddily bandaged arm pulsate.
She ran her red knuckles up and down his scaled snout, tilting her head back to rest on him. After a few moments of quiet, she tilted her face to look at him. "You wanna take me back to Berlin? We can find Peter and Bex." He purred at her touch and she looked over the plain. "How far did you take me?"
His nostrils only flared, his magma eyes blinking slowly as he sighed heavily and slumped onto his belly. Thea sighed, feeling her blood beginning to simmer. She knew she couldn't be so passive with him or Vissera, not anymore.
"Rhaegon, take me back to Berlin," Thea commanded. When she tried to swing her leg over his neck, he let out a sound halfway between a pained moan and an annoyed growl and twisted himself to the side, causing her to sprawl onto her back. Thea glared at the dragon, feeling his wing shroud her body as he lowered his head to rest.
