Adonnjia and Tyth laid Risha down on the bed, quietly watching her. The only sound for the next few minutes was her shallow breathing. They had found her when Nyrit had started to pull away from them, whimpering and snarling when they tried to get close or pull her back. Following her down into the tunnels, they had found the gates flung open, the two guards gone. No sign of a fight. But Nyrit insisted on going deeper. The group hurried through the twisting back alleys and streets of the city in the little light coming from the main paths and windows.
Risha was lying on the ground, drowning and convulsing in the midst of the black mist that the Atrix seemed to be able to conjure at will. Blood pooled on the ground beneath her, numerous cuts and gashes welling up all over her body. Nyrit flew closer, but as soon as she touched the black smoke she was pushed back. She tried again and again to reach her, then landed a few feet away keeping a wary distance and began circling, testing the barrier, getting flung back every time. A few minutes later and the dragon collapsed to the ground, her eyes wide, covering her snout, and whimpering.
The trix seemed to notice the noise and turned, his head snapping towards the dragon, but seemed reluctant to leave Risha. His eyes gleamed through the slits of the helmet as he flung out a hand, blasting them all back. They watched with growing horror as Risha cried out, a new gash appearing.
They needed to get her out of there, and fast.
Tyth rushed forwards, his magic coalescing into a long, ornate rapier that flickered with golden energy. Stepping in front of Risha he lifted it up, baring his teeth and snarling. Nyrit picked herself up off the ground, flying like an arrow towards the creature, ice streaming in a jet from her mouth, hitting the Atrix in the chest, forcing it to stumble back.
Aerice rushed towards Risha as he advanced upon Tyth, kneeling beside the darkness, strands of white light flowing from her fingers, pushing against the barrier. Sweat shone on her brow as pain shot up her arms; searing, burning.
Sensing what was happening, and that he was overpowered, the Artix gave a deafening shriek, and turned on its tail, fleeing into the slums beyond.
Seconds later, the black dome shattered, blinding light exploding out of Aerice's hands, and Risha fell to the ground, soaked in blood, twitching.
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Fantasy"Before there was anything there were dragons. They ruled over oblivion, a gaping void where nothing exists but everything lives." The war had raged for decades. And in it's wake all that had been left was a broken expanse of a fire burnt wasteland...
