Flying and the Surprises

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(Setrina's POV)

Setrina was chained to the wall, breathing hard. The position of the shackles forced her to stand, and her legs were on fire. She closed her eyes, trying to force herself to ignore the pain in every fiber of her being. She felt a mix of fear and confusion as she tried to recall most of the battle. All she could remember was flurries of fire, scales, and metal, and the immense flash of light followed by an icy burn. She felt a stinging on her left cheek, where the small bits of fire had made contact and burnt her skin. She started to concoct a plan to escape from whoever this Draco person was. But if she had to guess, she would have to guess he was bad news.

Just then there was a click, followed by a loud band. The door. Someone opened the door. She forced her eyes opened. A large man, shrouded in the darkness of the dungeon. He walked closer, but as he did, he didn't appear as a man, but a growing shroud of darkness, an impending evil. He got close enough to her to where she could point out his most obvious features, but the smaller ones where blurred out by darkness and pain. He smiled, a small friendly gesture, but on his face, it seemed like a death toll. He got close to her face.

"Hello, Setrina. I've heard...a lot about you, and the others. Dragon riders. So noble, aren't you? You should know better than to stray from the flock, girl." He spoke in a deep, echoing tone, the sentence seemed to stretch and grow with an evil that was simply terrifying. But Setrina's anger outweighed her fear.

"...Go...fuck...yourself." She managed. Those words were hard to get out, but it was worth it. The being in front of her smiled, as if her words amused him. She then felt a flash of brilliant pain flash across her cheek, making her scream, collapsing her lungs. She turned to coughing, pain aching her chest and face.

"Maybe another time. In the mean time, there's is someone who would like to meet you, and I'm sure you're as anxious as I am." He said in his signature dark voice. He moved from in front of her, and she heard a shuffling. She opened her eyes through the pain and new weariness that had appeared. She saw a short figure, dark and outlined in the little light that emitted from the doorway. It glowed of the same darkness that Draco had. It stepped closer to her, and soon it was close enough that she could make out his features, barely, but it wasn't enough to recognize him. Then he spoke.

"Who hurt her?" The faint, but threatening voice said. She recognized it, but...no.

"She got it from one of the Gronkles, she was resistant." Draco said. Setrina's mind was spinning. Why...?

"Kill it. Nothing hurts her." He couldn't be...

"Of course...son." Draco said. The word rang like the toll of a bell. The figure stepped closer, and she could see his face. It was him...

"My queen. I'll make sure you are safe." He spoke in whispers to her, close to her ear, like a delusional man. She looked up at him, fear and confusion filling her up again.

"...Tyna." She said, the old friend replaced by this horrific person in blood red armor. He stood back, a smile, one resembling Draco's in an uncanny nature. He seemed to have this new aura, a terrifying and dark one to replace his old, friendly, and shy one.

"My beauty. I missed you."

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(Astrid's POV)

Astrid tugged hard at the chains another time, trying once again to free herself, and once again failing. Astrid groaned in exasperation, finally giving in to her tiredness. She sat on the ground, looking up at the sky, as if the secret of escape would be there, waiting for her. She sat there for a second before yelling at the top of her lungs in anger, letting her rage and frustration take wind. She held the scream for a couple of seconds before it died down. Across from her, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Festa and Hogva look at her with suspicious and estranged looks. She ignored them, instead chastising herself for being so powerless, so trapped, so...useless. She hated this feeling of not being able to do anything, and nothing she did to help seemed to work.

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