Wings of Fire: A Human in a Dragonet's Prophecy.

Avoiding Disaster (Chapter 10)

Kestrel growled in frustration at Y/N, her patience waning as the unconscious Y/N showed no signs of waking from his slumber, even after she poked and even shook him in an attempt to wake him.

"Wake up, scavenger!" she said aloud, unable to hide her annoyance at him being unconscious. She lightly paced around him, her burning questions going unanswered as he slept.

"Why is he here of all places? and why does it have wings?" She wondered, knowing that this scavenger was with the dragonets she had helped prepare to complete the Prophecy, even if she was a bit cruel.  As for the wings, she could only assume that it had used animus magic to obtain them.

"Is that how you did this then?" She said to herself, patting an enormous scar on the underside of her neck, the memory of having her throat slashed and being thrown into a river very fresh in her mind.

"Bastard," She growled, the betrayal from Morrowseer making her thirsty for revenge; However, she quickly calmed herself, knowing she was in no position to go after Morrowseer. Her wing being broken left her crippled, and in no position to hunt down her fellow caretaker.

"Although I may have a way now..." She thought, staring at the splayed form of Y/N.

It was a few hours later when Y/N finally awoke. His head thrummed with pain, but he righted himself, letting his thoughts and recent experience in the Seawing palace flood his mind.

"Where am I? And what the hell did that animus magic do to me?" Y/N thought, emotions of dread and burning resentment swelling up at whatever took his chance to possibly go home.

Right before he started his mad dash through the Seawing palace something had forced him to lose most of his control over himself, if only briefly; He only noticed what he was doing after his outburst at the Seawing Queen and prompting from a concerned Sunny. It had tried to influence him in an attempt to make him go into a burst of anger and try to kill everyone around him.

"No, not just anyone, Just Anenome," He recognized. The earlier sense he felt had seemed to lock on to the young animus dragon. The sensation had made him feel like he needed to rip the very life out of the young dragonet; Thankfully, he had snapped out of the influence before a bombardment of feelings caused him to become almost frenzied, making him not even realize that he had started to use animus magic.

"If I had stayed any longer..." He shuddered, wondering what he might have done if he had not run out of the underwater palace chamber. Running away had appeared like his only option if he wanted to have a chance of not causing the next royal massacre in the seawing palace.

Y/N let out an exhausted sigh despite having just woken up. He held out his taloned arm, inspecting the various swirling cloudy crystals along with the black scales throughout his arm. "Is it the magic making me crazy?"  Y/N thought. From what he knew, it was a genuine possibility.  Animus magic was said to draw on the user's soul every time they used it, supposedly leading the unfortunate dragon to become mad. 

"But that takes decades if even at all."  He had only used the animus magic sparsely, knowing that even if the weird drain on his energy was temporary, the potential for hidden soul damage in the future was more than terrifying enough for him to be very cautious in any use of animus magic.

"Then again, animus magic doesn't make your eyes go black either," Y/n said perturbed, whatever had caused his eyes to go pitch black even he couldn't explain.

"A problem for later, I guess,"  Y/N said, giving up on the issue; at least until he had time to dig deeper into the secrets of his animus magic. Feeling his stomach rumble, Y/N looked up toward a row of trees, choosing to climb a tree that held some ripe-looking mangos.