Mages of Southwick: Dragons Egg! rewrite

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The twin sun’s droop toward the horizon. While the Magvous moon raises above the horizon. It’s dim white fights the twins and their blazing orange light. Small criteria scurry about in search of food before night sites and the predators roam.
The thought of predators stirs my mind, I supposed I should bunk down for the night. Although most best who wander in the Kings Woods are not a major threat, most of them hunt in packs. For a single mage and no body guards, it’s a pretty easy meal for a pack of werewolves.
As if on cue, the howl of a pack sends all the creatures around me into hiding. My heart beats a little hard. Pushing of the ground, kicking the dead leaves up. I weave through the trees and bushes, pushing my body to hard. Pushing through the next bush, a stag trail appears.
Looping my staff off my back, my knuckles turn white. Race down the trail, picking up more speed as it winds through the trees and up a bank, which drops off into a stream.
Launching off the bank, with a large splash, the cold water sends goosebumps crawling across my skin. Wading down the stream, the water climbs up to my thighs.
This has to be why the King sends a single mage instead of a squad to check these types of things out. A single mage can sneak in and out, where a group is easier to spot.
Pulling my frozen legs out of the water, darkness has set in the forest, Magvous has finished raising into the sky, the twins have begun their sleep. The moons dim white light only breaks through part of the canopy.
Leaning up a large Thunk Oak, the cool night breeze sending shivers up my spine. The damp musky smell filling my noise. Grandfather use to leave me in the woods for weeks at a time. He called it training, I never knew how I survived those trips.
A whooshing sound rips through the night sky, the already quite forest becomes darker, and silent. I stare at the night sky, a large shadow sweeps across the forest. Just for a second the moon is gone.
My heart rattles against my chest, beating like no tomorrow. Sliding up the tree, the rough bark stabs at me. My eyes don’t leave the massive black figure. It circles in the coming back towards me, shear terror fill my mind.
The tops of trees snap, the large explosion forcing me to jump behind the tree. It shakes as splinters bigger then me crash down. Pressing my back as firmly to the trees as I can.
Wind rushes pass as it flaps its wings, dried leaves dance through the night sky. The whole world shakes with one last bang. A crack of wood echoes was the creature lands. Again the world grows quiet, like shit is about to happen quite.
The lump in my throat, stuck, I force it back down from where it came from. My knuckles crack as they tighten on the staff. I inhale a deep breath, letting to flow out slowly. Leaning around the tree, my eyes peer into the darkness, only to find the wrecked forest filled with the moons bright white light.
“Dra…” my feet slipped on the dew covered roots. The massive dragons head snaps towards me, fog rolls out of its cracked mouth.
The dark blue scales glow in the pale light. Two large horns are off its head. Golden eyes, Leer down at me. It shifts hits four feet, turning to face me, it’s head lowers until its only feet away.
“Human child.” I can barely catch the feminine touch to her voice. My body slowly pushes itself backwards. Making the gap wider.
“If I wished you harm, I would not have stopped.” She purrs, a cold fog blows from her mouth. Sending a chill across my body. I gulp. “Tell me human, where do you come from?”
My head snaps up looking at the massive dragon, no, not just a dragon. No this is a dragon who is speaking to me. What… reason does a dragon have talking to me?
“I... I come from the north of Southwick, near the bas of MT. Fang.”
“Ah, this is why I recognize your scent,” She purrs. “Travel to the west, between here and the Mud Marsh. My lair lays within the Crooked range. Find me and I shall reward you with a quest.”
Before another word is able to come out, the dragons wings beat. The wind rush around me, pushing me back towards the tree. Her mighty wings lifting her body off the ground. She raises into the sky until she hovers just above the tree tops.
“See you soon.” She roars. Her wings snap back pushing her forward like a fire-ball blasting through the air. The large figure disappears from sight in a blink of an eye.
My grip on my staff looses, I let it fall to the ground. I flop back, trying to catch my breath. My heart beating a hole into my chest. Trying to relax, my body filled with adrenaline.
“No!” I gasp, slapping my open mouth. “If I travel to help the dragon then I won’t have time to report the Havricks. No.”
Standing up, I kick a rock across the now open area. Glaring out into the dark sky, unsure of what to do next.
My duty to the King should come first. It was the job I took, it filled my families quota for mages working for the Kingdom. Grandfather was a master mage, who lead a training academy for mages. My father is gone and mother is on a mission. So it just left me, what else is a mage with nothing to do?
“AHHHHH!” The loud screeching shakes me from my thoughts. I scurry to pick up my staff, looking into the dark forest. At thebfar edge of the clearing. A single elf races out of the darkness. She twist mid-jump over a fallen tree. She pulls back a bow string, the arrow launches into the pitch black.
She lands without missing a beat, she lowers her head racing for the stream. I look back at the black forest, to see seven pairs of red eyes looking out at me.
“Ah, seems the pack thinks I’ll be a easier meal. Fun.” I swallow the lump in my throat. I twist my staff in my hand, letting the end of the staff rest against the ground. The brown crystal at the base near my hands, glows. The ground around the staff, climbs on to the staff.
The loose soil and rocks pact together forcing the earth to make a single large blade. The group of werewolves stalk forward, their hunched over bodies wade into the moonlight. They hop using their long front arms like an extra set of arms.
A sparkly shines from one of their necks. Looking close at their necks, I can see the collars with a metal hanging from it. The Tamer? Not only did they have a drake but seven werewolves as well?
All seven werewolves raise their heads in the air, letting a howl ring into the night sky. Seems I was the person they were searching for.
I swallow the lump, rushing towards the werewolves. I need to finish this before backup shows up.
They bolt forward towards me, I slide across the ground, leaning against a fallen tree. They launch over me. I rush toward them as they land, turning to look for me. I thrust my rock sword forward. The blade plunges through the werewolves back, ripping the blade to the side, cutting the werewolf in half.
Jumping back, the warm blood splashes across my robe. The other six rush forward. Stepping to the side, the first one miss. I can the claws cut through  my robe as I dance away form their swiping claws.
The wind brush pass my face, their jaws snapping for my face. I swing my rock sword, they jump back to avoid the attack, one yips as the blade slices through its arm. It falls with a wet splat.
I jump back, thrusting my sword into the ground. Vines, smaller, more flexible then the ones I used on the drake, launch into the air. They latch on to the werewolves, wrapping around, pulling them to the ground.
One mange’s¹ to break free, only to be held back by a single vine on its wrist. I point my free hand towards the pack, the red crystal in my ring glows.
Red spots begin to glow beneath each werewolf. The ground starts to bubble. They howl and snap at the vines holding them in place. The one who’s hand is almost free, fixes its eyes on me.
I snap my fingers, pillars of fire shot form the ground like a geyser for the first time. The hot flames eat at the werewolves bodies. Burnt fur smell fills the air. The dark world around lights up from the bright red flames shooting into the sky.
The one who’s wrist is caught breaks free rushing forward. It jumps into the air, landing with its teeth latched on to my shoulder.
We fall back tumble into the dark forest. We down the bank leading to the stream. As we roll down the sand bank, I feel it’s grip loosen, ripping my shoulder free, thrusting my staff forward, it cuts through the werewolves chest. We splash into the cold water.
Fighting the cold dark water, as it suck me deeper within.

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