Torin the dragon rider (TOME 12 of the TIAMAT'S WARS SERIE)

Caught

Four Wargs were now on the promontory and with their front paws, they were pushing the tree in sync to bring us down.

This was what Father had feared.

Meanwhile my friends were approaching the village, to call for help as soon as possible.

But Blizzard had already left. He sensed something was wrong and Esme knew it too.

She went to call for help and a hunt was slowly being organized. The distances were there and there was no emergency center yet...only the bell at the temple to call people or warn of danger...

And that's what Esme did. To call for help.

But in the meantime Ragul, roped to his legs, tried to hit the wolves with his axe when they tried to jump.

On land it was possible if Torin stood back to back with his dad, but there was one too many Wargs and two below who would soon follow their more agile brothers.

A whinny was heard and the two wargs below turned their heads and began to chase Blizzard. The poor beast was out of breath, but he would make it. She had the experience of wars and battles but she didn't have her horse armor. Blizzard would have to rely on his speed even though he was becoming an old horse. His training paid off and he managed to keep some of the danger at bay.

"Listen, Torin, we may have a chance, but I wanted to wait until tonight to tell you about it, but it's now or never.

"Yes, Dad..."

"You weren't born at home but the Gypsy gave us the place to find you. You were given to us by the Gods, and where we found you, there was the symbol of Thor."

"Thanks dad. But I already knew that..."

Ragul kissed me between his two arms. "Good boy".

"Dad, tell me about the blood and the scale..."

"Before I found you I heard inhuman screams and a creature, a bird, a griffin or maybe a dragon was wounded and your mom and I got drops. Then we saw the sleeping king being taken away by some ugly spectres. Probably the 3 avatars of evil. The dragon must have been in their way..." then we found you among eggshells, blood and mud. You were holding the scale and here you are... We named you Torin in honor of Thor who blessed us with your existence..."

"Dad!" And I held him even tighter.

One of the Wargs stepped back, jumped on top of one of the other three and leapt almost to my foot.

"If only I had a bow!

Ragul: "I'll try to cut one or two branches and make a point. Or... yes, you try! You are stronger than I am at tinkering.

And I made an improvised spear. We had no rope or leather strap to make a bow and the branches were wet and cutting was a gamble.

But Dad managed to spear one of the wolves in the snout.

The wargs became even more enraged.

I was afraid now for the first time.

But Dad slipped, his branch gave way.

The wargs got the branch and were about to pounce on Dad.

He straightened up, but not fast enough to swing his axe.

The shock had been strong, though.

Risking everything, I jumped, my short sword held in both hands, and as I fell, I drove my sword into the warg's back. His momentum was broken and he fell off the rock, dying.