I weaved Soren between the several rock pillars reaching up from the ocean, it was this landscape for a long while with spots without pillars, it was big, part of it ended quite near to my old island.
I frowned sadly thinking of home as Soren's metal claws gripped hard into the rock face and I held the leather around his throat to not fall off as he perched on the side of a pillar out of view, his metal helmet was still not something he was used to so that I hadn't brought along for now.
I hushed him as I snapped twice and I squinted my remaining eye to see this armada better.
The sails were black with a red wyvern head painted on it.
These look like raiding boats.
I saw chests pilled on some as they passed under us or others with the middle portion of the deck cut out and metal bars in place.
Those boats with the metal shocked me, I could see people just squeezed down there, tied up in best cases, some already dead in worst.
In other similarly made boats there were wyverns chained down.
This is really bad.... Could this be what I was warned against? What I must save us and the wyverns from?
This is really bad.
After these prison-boats were further I was seeing more armed boast with canons, ballistas, net launchers, men armed to the teeth.
What worried me was the far bigger boat following those with a huge bar flooring, just how many wyverns are in there?
I need to stop this.
I tapped the skull more on my head and snapped once, pulling myself back making him understand to drop off the pillar.
For a moment it was free fall before he opened his wings and flew up.
Sharpe short whistle is a ball of plasma but a simple short whistle only he'd hear is a breath attack until I whistle again and this time that's what I needed, making a short whistle as orange fire light up in his mouth and blazed white as the line of boats we flew over was set ablaze, try to put it out! Water is of no use against the strongest wyvern flame!
I banked Soren, swerving around the biggest boat but I couldn't see down into the prison-boat, something dark was kept in there, too dark to be seen.
I picked up my eyes and glared into the eye of the man that was yelling while looking at me.
"YOU'LL SEE YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PEST!! THE WYVERNS ARE MY PLAY THINGS!!"
I staled Soren and had him look towards the boat, lifting my hand and dragging it across my throat, it can mean from 'kill me before that' to 'you'll die' I don't know what he thought it was but he was pissed.
"THEY ARE MINE!! HE WILL BE MINE!!!" he yelled again, pulling a whip out and snapping it several times in the air.
I heard the deepest and scariest growl that turned into a screech that I ever did in my life, the water rippling out from around the prison-boat, the pillars echoing the growl... Oh my gods.
Soren was shaking his head around, squawking.
I cooed at him, what is happening and what growled like that? He looked back at me before screeching back in anger and blasting a ball of plasma without my orders at the man who jumped out of its way.
I can't talk so I loudly hissed at the man, if he has wyverns caught he will know what this means.
"HOW DOESN'T IT WORK ON IT?!! NO MATTER I HAVE ENOUGH!!! KILL IT!! KILL!!" he snapped his whip again and the deadly growl came back.
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Fantasy(2.5TH BOOK OF CRYPTIC SERIES / SPIN-OFF) Far from any known parts, far from the Solor and Kazaras, far from spirits, elves, and dragons, far from anything. Far up north where ice floats across the ocean in blocks, where there exists only winter and...