Started: 2024, September 17th
Balance.
The world depends on it.
But what happens when it shifts, tipping the scales.
A young girl, from another realm, escapes her world with nothing but her new friend. A dragon. Her species worst enemy. Lost and...
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The ceiling seemed more boring than it did before. A darkness that stared back at her with nothing to add to the world.
The scout found herself back in her bed. Unable to sleep.
It didn't matter that she had just ran miles in a matter of hours, sleep did not want her. So she was left to process what had happened.
The sun had risen quickly. Chasing the oni girl like a ticking clock
Somehow agaisn't all odds she made it back to the storm drain with no problems.
Leaning against the wall between the two drain mouths in the small tunnel, the girl had taken a moment to breathe, panting heavily. Legs shaking from strain. The water splashing gently against her was cold and dark. Mirroring everything around her. Well almost everything.
The Scout felt off. The city had once felt normal to her, welcoming like a blanket of darkness that comfortably covered her but now it felt weird. The cold was more pronounced. Discomfort settled in her chest as her brain tried catching up with her aching body. Thoughts racing.
She touched the border. Her hand turned white. She had met a dragon. It didn't kill her and she stank.
The scent of light wasn't something she noticed until now but compared to the smell of destruction that smothered the oni lands, it was like lavender in a washing machine. Everything around her smelt like it.
A frustrated grunt left her lips as she slid down the wall. Sitting in the water that drenched her clothes. Snuffing a small portion of the smell. Head hitting the wall in frustration and eyes closed she focused on her current predicament. Hiding her little excursion.
Hiding her hand was doable. Arm guards and gloves were common clothing items that wouldn't look suspicious. Her smell on the other hand would be a little more difficult. She could find some Darrops. A type of dark flower with a strong odour. It would be a temporary fix but they are common enough. She couldn't think of any other options so for now that was her best bet.
With a sigh she lifted herself from the ground. It was still dark out. The streets were empty, something the scout silently thanked destiny for as she crept to the fields.
Nothing spectacular happened. She got the Darrops which easily hid her scent. It smelt like she just rolled in a flower field of darkness (which she did) but it wasn't as suspicious as smelling like creation. Then without waiting she snuck back to her dorm where she silently crept back into her bed. Not before finding her old arm length gloves which hid her hand brilliantly.
And that was where she was now. Laying on her bed with less hope than she started with and a lot of questions.
She decided to focus on one at a time. Firstly, the dragon didn't kill her, why?
