Molarus
Lance dragged me out the door and shut it behind him. "If she's a soldier of Drachen, we should start checking around their camps." I told him as I kept a firm grip on my bow, Reflet did all he wanted to keep me alive and safe. The dragon was unexpected but it's familiar somehow. Maybe a memory I've erased? I stepped outside and mounted my horse, "I'll head north-east, you go to the west." Lance had said to me before he rode off.
I urged my horse forward without looking back. I stopped once in awhile to check my wounds from the port, the fall did no favor to them. I pulled a cloak over my face lest someone recognise me. I could hear talk up ahead so I urged the horse to go faster. As I thought, they were Wyngerian, a trio of them too. They called to me "Ho traveler! Have you seen a few wounded people in armor similar to ours?" I sped right past them, pulled out my bow and landed three arrows into their targets. I managed to keep moving and forced myself to forget the encounter. "You can't use this ability too often, eventually it will eat away at you." My father had told me.
But it was hard to stop, too much of my innocence was lost already. I didn't want to lose anymore of it, it kept me from being a monster. I had decided to slow down and enjoy my surroundings. I thought quite a bit to myself, readjusting to the situation at hand. I could feel blood dripping from my nose, "Memories being replaced by fakes.", Plythus told me once. Now that I thought about, Reflet knew about my ability, is that why he didn't hide his abilities to save us?
I shook my head, Beast shifters are common but Dragon shifters are secluded and endangered, Last time I checked the storehouses, there were weapon capable of cutting through scales from some of the old wars. Now for Reflet's ancestry, as far as I know there were at least eight of his kind found in the past 16 years, 5 female 3 male. I'd suppose from what he'd told me about his mother is that his father was the dragon. But blood relations were one thing, it doesn't always pass on the abilities of a manakete. Something would have had to happen for his abilities to awaken or he wouldn't able to use them.
I'd see a turn in the road leading to Drachen as it turned to night faster than expected. I had set up my camp near the walls but small enough to hide my horse. "Geez Reflet, you really did a number on this place with a wall that high." I muttered. I decided to sneak inside in the morning, if I wear my cloak over my armor I shouldn't be recognised...or killed.
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Leaving my horse with some food, I left my recurve bow and took my shortbow and a dagger. I started slowly scaling the wall. Training to be an archer means this type of thing is necessary, you can't really stay in the same place unless ordered to.
I pulled myself to the top and readied an arrow, my shortbow is focused on arrows that aren't lethal. As I slipped down the down the other side of the wall, my grip slipped and I fell onto a roof below. "God! Fuck!" I shouted into the air as I felt the pain flare up my back. If I didn't have my armor, I'd have a broken spine.
Little by little I slowly climbed down the roof. As far as I could see, No one was nearby to hear me, thank the gods. I hid my bow under my cloak and made sure all my arrows were accounted for as I moved down the streets. Other than the fact that they could kill me at any given moment, they were quite helpful. Faylinn must have a reputation with these people. I was told that she hangs around the arena to either practice or study.
In terms of the playing field, the arena was much smaller than the one in Wyngeria. When we lost to Drachen, I had no idea they had so many soldiers in reserve. We would've been annihilated quickly if we were to attack. I had spoken to a few recruits about what Reflet told me Faylinn looks like, they told me to ask some of the higher ranks as they had not seen her before.
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FantasyA Original work inspired by my adventures with the friends that I'd be proud to call family. This is a medieval fantasy work coming from my own brain. Let me know if you have feedback or suggestions! We follow the life of a noble who was taken from...