Arwick (A Light Of Roria Sequel)

Chapter Nineteen

Addisyn

"Wow," I expressed in stunned magnificence.

The snowy white dragon lifted its head at the sound of my voice before I could hear him speak.

Come down here, she-fairy. I mean you no harm.

The winding path was dangerous and would have taken me a great deal of time to make my way down, and time was not on my side. Instead, I formed a strong and thick arrow before securing it deep inside a thin crack. Shifting my weight against it to ensure it would hold, I then created a rope, securing it to the arrow. Sliding down, the burn from the rope did nothing to slow my speed. What's a few cuts if it means freedom? I thought, ignoring the sting. The quick drop seemed to release a few more strands of hair from my braid as they brushed over my eyes.

With my adrenaline still coursing my veins, I hit the ground hard, swiftly turning on my heel to face the majestic beast. His scales looked as strong as iron, and his bright eyes were as blue as untouched ocean in the South Pacific. His long tail was covered in spikes the size of a great white's teeth, which stopped just at the tip. As he began to rise from his crouched position, peering down at me with striking orbs, I stared at him with both fear and wonder. Just like his tail, wide spikes aligned the back of his skull, traveling down the length of his neck. All four of his muscular legs were bound with cuffs as wide as my waist and chained deep into the ground. His clawed talons dug into the soft earth while he slowly made his way toward me.

I released the breath I hadn't realized I was holding, standing my ground, despite my instincts to take a few steps back. The beat of my heart was strong enough to be felt in my wrists, pounding like a persistent drum against my skin.

Your heart beats violently, young fairy. I can hear it, and yet you do not cower away. Your bravery impresses me.

His audible words inside my head pulled me from the trance I'd seemed to fall in at the sight of him before I began to speak. "Why are you their prisoner?" I asked curiously. I couldn't believe that a thirty-foot dragon whose frame appeared strong enough to rip apart the entire Empire State Building could be a prisoner of anyone.

It is by choice. Ahab had sent his guard to steal my egg, hoping I would come to its rescue. I fell right into his trap. He sees me as a prize and threatens his enemies into submission by stating his control over me. I would have escaped years ago, had it not been explained that upon my attempted escape, the egg is to be smashed. I would rather be a slave than see my kind extinct. For years dark wielders have destroyed our eggs in an attempt to be rid of us. They come like thieves in the night, taking our unborn until none of us are left.

"A-Are you the last of your kind?"

He tilted his head as if to answer yes. I am Joash. That egg and I are all that remains of my kin. He has another egg from a fellow deceased dragon, but I cannot dwell on it. Mine alone troubles me enough.

His words gave me an idea. "Are you willing to make a bargain with me?"

Tell me what you offer, and I will give you an answer.

"If I could retrieve the egg for you, would you help my friends and I escape?" I asked before continuing. "I am a princess among the fairies, and I promise to give you and your egg the protection of my people if you do this."

His large snout seemed to break into a smile, bearing even more of his enormously sharp teeth.

You cannot do this alone, no matter how powerful you are. Ahab's men would overwhelm you.