Clash of the Dragons

Tachy

Nasch's P.O.V.

"You must be Tachy." I said, greeting the new comer. The first thing I noticed was that they were a she, and significantly shorter than me. Then, I took in the rest of her.

She had long, blond hair, and she had two dragon heads looking over her shoulders. She had scale-like armour like. They were gold and looked like a dress at the bottom. Her eyes were a dark red, and her dragon heads shared the same eyes. She had a long, golden tail that flicked back and forth, but the end of it was clear. Her Number, 107, was in purple on the right side of her chest.

"Yes, and who are you?" She crossed her arms.

"Merag's older brother, Nasch. Leader of the Barians."

"And I'm Dumon, his friend. Also a Barian Emperor." Dumon added. Tachy held up a hand to stop them, and the portal closed.

"Look, I'm just here to see Mizeal." She looked impatient.

"So are we. That's why we are finding him." I told her. She looked a little bit pissed off when I said that.

"You haven't found him yet? UGH!" She threw her arms down and stopped a foot on the ground, making a loud thud to reinforce her point.

"But we know," Dumon coughed to hide a 'roughly' in the midst of his sentence, "where his is." Tachy's face lit up slightly.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" She started off in the same direction that we were headed before she had come.

"We were waiting for you..." I muttered. I waved my arm forwards in a rough gesture, and Dumon and I hurried to catch up with Tachy.

Are you sure this is Mizeal's Number Merag?

Positive.