Fergus Finlay was the boy who would be seen causing trouble around Midtown High, walking around with his pack of cards and wit to save him from trouble. However, he was in for a rude wake-up call; history was awakening, and it had set its eyes on Fe...
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The ground shook and dead leaves fell as Fergus was tossed to the other side of the clearing.
Again.
The ground that earlier had been covered in brown, prickly and lifeless grass had now been torn up. Large pieces of wood, bushes and tuffs of grass littered the ground. The bruised trees groaned heavily as the two beasts rammed headfirst towards each other, making Fenrir slide back due to the slippery ground as Jörmi flapped his wings, using the altitude to gain upper hand. With his powerful tail, Jörmungandr pushed the wolf away, making sure he wasn't too rough.
With a loud crack, Fergus collided with an old birch tree that broke into half. But neither of them even noticed as Fergus pushed himself up and with a mighty kick of his back feet soared towards Jörmi who was all too eager to meet in the middle.
The wolf snapped its jaws, aiming for one of his ear tuffs but was roughly met with Jörmungandrs wide face as the serpent tossed him aside merrily, Fergus' teeth only barely nicking his ear.
As the two collided again, the harsh sound that resembled thunder echoed once again. Fergus snapped his jaws as he tried to tear into the serpents wing joint to cripple it at least a little. Jörmi dove town, towards the wolf whose fur bristled and eyes burned with fury. Fergus had grown larger, nearly the size of a truck he was as Jörmi dodged his snapping teeth with ease and coiled his tail around the muscular wolf with red eyes.
Fergus' breathing grew irregular as the soft scales tightened around him, bringing the wolf down against the soft underbelly of the enormous serpent. He tried to use his claws, but it was just like nails against iron wall, impossible to cut through. His growling was nearly ear splitting as his panic intensified.
Jörmungandr tried to hum to ease the anxiety filled wolf.
He had seen all he wanted to see, it was time for the kid to calm down now.
All Fergus saw were the scales, white and blue and glistening as light hit them from different sides, like glass. His throat was closing in and he felt although he was looking down a dark tunnel as darkness slithered into his vision.
It didn't take long for the angry snapping of his jaws and threatening growls to turn into a plea of help.
He knew no one would answer his calls for help. Though his instincts demanded him to call for help. The sound nearly made Jörmungandr cry as he tried to purr harder. Fergus' vision turned hazy, he didn't even realize he was shrinking before he felt the scales against his sensitive skin. He only heard the irregular thumping of his heart as he tried to wriggle out of the grip that seemed deadly only in his own mind.
And suddenly it was just a row after row of flashbacks that seemed to be released from their cages. There was a flash of a belt that had been lashed into his skin as a young boy, there was hours of nagging from the headmaster of his previous school, there was the echo of mockery over orphans and their faded clothes, the smell of blood that he had poured the first time he had changed, the metallic shine of a hammer as it soared down against his shaking fingers and the sound of bombs that traumatized civilians just because he wasn't a man enough to tell them to scatter. The dead eyes of his best friend because Fergus wouldn't just listen.
