Ok hello. I had you on the cliffe last time didn't't I..... Yeah well...... yeah.
any who thanks to my Co-writer Rcmc87, I finished this chapter :) so yeah Go check out his story Legacy. To see the mysterious stranger.....
Tyme screamed the blade of the sword slicing her lower arm as the man fell out of the tree, it was instant death for him.
A great roar shook the tree as it fell, Tyme was couldn’t prepare for death as the tree almost closed her airway.
A mighty swing from the foreleg of dragon prevented the crushing.
Tyme gazed up mystified by the great, graceful beast rising from the flames engulfing her. Tyme heard the man utter a single word before he was burnt to smithereens “Nalcalrun?”
Tyme glanced around desperately, the fire was raging around her, and a scared villager ran past her with a dragon on his heels.
A group of people stood in a corner, a dragon stalking towards then, They huddled further into each other, Tyme shuddered, She couldn’t do anything, although she wanted to, she was powerless.
The dragon swiped its claws at them and Tyme had to look away, her knees collapsed and she lay in a heap, fire licking at the side of her gown.
She cried, is this what it was like for my father and grandfather, with their village being attacked? Tyme asked herself.
The great wing of the dark purple dragon extended towards Tyme, she scrambled upon it, and she only thought to escape from the clutches of the fire.
Tyme climbed to the withers of the beast, Nal didn’t move. Tyme crawled further up the dragon’s slender neck and when her hand felt something cold and hard, a welcoming feeling compared to the heat of the fire, she clutched the head piece and flung herself into it.
She was seated in a golden saddle, placed strategically on the lower part of Nal’s head.
Nal stretched her wings to their full span before taking off from the burning town in the canyon.
Tyme looked back at her town tearfully; she broke into sobs, seeing her home, her treasure being destroyed. She stopped crying for a few minutes, as if trying to be strong.
Tyme tried to swallow the lump in her throat causing her to whimper and sob again, as the palace brought new waves of sadness, her father? He was still there. Tyme bit her bottom lip refusing to believe he could be- be dead.
The crying and ashes were affecting Tyme’s breathing and in seconds she was clutching her throat in a half choking half crying sputter.
Nal gave a comforting sound, seeing the pain on the fifteen year old girls face. Tyme petted her shoulder, before dragging her eyes from her home and into the silent night.
With a sudden rush of fire rising from below them Tyme tried to hurry Nal up.
“ Go on! Move! Come on!” She pleaded tearfully, She didn’t know if she could take any more. With a rush of adrenaline Tyme shouted “Mortisae!” Nal surely responded to this by jerking forwards, into the reddened sky they bolted.
Twisting and turning, Tyme had to grip the saddle to keep from falling off as they raced further and further away from the town, the wind whipping Tyme’s hair into crazy swirls around her head, her eyes watered and tears were streaming out, the wind blowing on her puffy red cheeks. Tyme tucked her head into her arm.
Suddenly Nal turned upside down, causing Tyme to hang onto the sweaty silver bar, slipping, her fingers lost their grip and Tyme wasn’t holding the bar for a few deathly moments before Nal straightened up, knocking Tyme back in the saddle before she could fall.
