The Chosen One- Book One (Editing)

Chapter 19- Fields of Auzentire

Silverfang awoke to the sun in her eyes. She blinked, using one leg to prop herself up and sat. Only Flashscar was still asleep. Everyone else was still nowhere to be seen. "Flashscar! Get up!" Silverfang yelled. The dragon groaned, bolts of electricity fizzing out around her. "Tired," Flashscar mumbled. "Going, going, going back to sleep." Silverfang sighed and lifted the electric dragon with her psychic powers. "Woah, what the heck are you doing?" Flashscar yelled. "Waking you up." She set Flashscar back on the ground. "Okay, okay, I'm up. Just don't do that again." The dragon brushed herself off before looking around. "Hey, where is everyone?" Silverfang rolled her eyes. "That might've been why the reason why I woke you."

The two dragons split up, Silverfang heading to the right and Flashscar heading to the left. "If you find them, just send out a flare." Flashscar said before heading off. Silverfang looked down the path she chose. It was barely a path, created by a long winding road of flattened plants. She pushed the plants aside, following the path. Turning to the left, Silverfang found an old wooden sign. It was broken and it lay wedged in the dirt. Scratched onto it were to words: Fields of Auzentire. Silverfang picked up the broken sign, brushing the soil and plant leaves off it. On the back, there was a series of lines that were scratched in the sign. In the middle, there was a large circle that connected them all. A red X marked the middle of the circle. "Weird," Silverfang thought, slinging her bag over her shoulder and placing the sign in one of its pockets. She continued on her way down the winding road. Finally, she reached the end. The ground at the end was marked with a red smear, and it stretched across the width of the road. "Hmm..." She inspected the smear. It was a dark blood-red and it faded out at the end. Silverfang flapped her wings, lifting into the air. She searched for Flashscar's dark scales, but she couldn't find the electric dragon in the sea of plants. "FLASHSCAR!" she yelled. There was no reply. Worried, Silverfang raced back down the path she came from, reaching the clearing where the dragons had stayed. She quickly turned and ran down the left path, where Flashscar had gone. The entire field was silent, except for the light whisper of the plants in the wind. The path split off, forcing Silverfang to decide. Luckily, she identified recent footprints on the left path that were probably Flashscar's. However, at the next fork in the path, she wasn't as lucky.

There was no sign that anyone had been on any of the paths in the second fork in the path. A thin layer of dust coated both paths, and the plants there were wilting. "FLASHSCAR!" Silverfang yelled. Nothing. Silverfang slung her pack over her shoulder and pulled out one of the flares she kept in the front pocket. They were different from most, however. These worked a bit like fireworks. She uncurled the string and lit it on fire with a spark. Setting it on the ground, the dragon waited for the string to burn out. When it did, a blue flame shot into the sky and exploded. The flare spread across the entire sky, lighting it up with a blue aura. It would fade in about half an hour. Silverfang took off into the air, her wings angling to catch the breeze. She scanned the area around her, looking for a flash of blue or black in the shrubs. A thin line of blue caught her eye, but it had faded before she could focus. It was a clue though, and Silverfang angled her wings and dived.

Silverfang flapped her wings as she neared the ground, the tips of her hind claws scratching the ground. She folded her wings against her back and secured the knife strapped to her belt. The dragon proceeded to scan the area, covering a ten yard radius from where she landed. Nothing in sight. "Flashscar!" Silverfang yelled. The only thing she heard was the whisper of the wind through the plants. But in the distance, a muffled cry, barely louder than the wind caught her attention. Silverfang equipped herself with a pen like object called a storel. It was thin and fit easily into her claws, and she could draw magical runes with it. The young dragon took off in the direction of the muffled cry, crouching to stay concealed but still moving fast. She turned the corner and saw it: Flashscar was struggling, eyes wide. Her claws were chained with some sort of power-draining cuffs, and a mysterious thing dressed in all black was holding a knife at her throat. Silverfang pulled out the storel, drawing a protection rune and an enhanced attack rune on her foreclaws. She used her psychic powers, lifting the creature into the air. The knife clattered to the dusty floor, missing Flashscar by a scale. Silverfang concentrated on the creature, lifting it high into the air before bringing it down against the ground. The thing was dazed from the fall and it fainted. "Flashscar, are you okay?" The electric dragon was trying to get something to Silverfang, but with the flame-resistant cloth wrapped around her jaws, Silverfang only heard grunts. "What?" Silverfang asked, stepping foward. As soon as her claw hit the ground, two creatures dressed in black leaped out and tackled her. She growled, swiping at them with her claws and trying to ward them off with blasts of water and bolts of lightning.

However, the creatures were too fast, leaping away from the lightning and the water. Silverfang tried something else instead. As the creatures advanced toward her, knives in their claws, Silverfang leaped into the air and blew a ring of fire around them. Even so, the creatures just waved their claws and the fire extinguished, leaving only a trace of smoke behind. Silverfang tried everything- telekinesis, shadow fighting, controlling the earth around them, even turning into ghost form and trying to attack them internally. Nothing fazed the creatures, and Silverfang was beginning to get worried. Flashscar was still tied up in the ropes, constantly screaming something that was always muffled by the cloth. Silverfang was also growing tired, and soon enough, she had lost her ability to produce magical powers. Silverfang drew the knife from her belt, backing off into the fields. She held it in front of her snout, narrowing her eyes and raising the spines on her tail. She swung it and it collided with one of the creatures. They made absolutely no sound, but they were excellent fighters. Even though Silverfang had put all her effort into the defeating the creatures, they seemed unfazed and didn't even seem tired or out of breath. Silverfang extended the claws on her left foreclaw, holding the knife in her right. She still sported the long scar down her flank from the fight with the grimers, and even that was starting to throb with pain. So far, the creatures had not done any damage to her, but it was about time. The dragon suddenly slashed at one of the creature's black clothes. The thing hissed and withdrew, but the clothes had not a single mark on them. A thin trail of smoke leaked from the back of the creature's claw, but nothing else revealed what they were. They circled Silverfang, hissing. Silverfang tried one last time and struck again at the other creature. The fabric ripped, and underneath it was the familiar shiny sheen of metal. The creature leaked more smoke, wisps of it disappearing into the air.

The creature coughed and shuddered, suddenly ceasing to move. The other one, however, continued to advance on Silverfang. She hurled a fireball at it and used the distraction to dart behind it and slash. Both creatures crumpled onto the ground, their black clothing peeling off like the skin of an orange. Underneath, the creatures were made of thick sheets of metal bolted together. "Flashscar?" Silverfang swiped at the cloth blocking her mouth and ripped off the anti-electric cuffs that encircled her wrists. "Ugh. That was horrifying. That cloth just stank."