"I need to help!" I rasped as I tried to get up. I need to help! But what if I end up hurting myself permanently? I tired to get up, but I couldn't. I saw two more people come, Bella and Gray. Bella morphed into a wolf. I was amazed. Gray grew one white wing, and one black wing, feathery, but bloody wicked. Maddie started to float up. I read her face expression, she didn't know what the hell was happening. They fought side-by-side. Four very, very, very different creators working together, fighting together. Maddie seemed to be controlling the wind, because she motioned her arms toward the enemy and the wind did just that. Other than the battle happening before me, which was wicked, awesome, and completely insane, it was silent. Until I heard foot steps behind me. I forced myself up. I put one hand on my stomach, and one on a knife I kept with me. The person was armed, but. . . familiar. Those eyes were as gray as. . . Dante. I gasped, as he held a gun up to my head, "Dante. . ." His face lit up with confusion, "How do you know me?!" I protested. Was this a Talon attack or St. George? I lifted my shirt, revealing a mark.
"Dante!" I shouted as I ran to him. St. George found our hiding spot. I had just finished my training. We fought the night away as humans. We shifted and flew, but we landed back down. We were going to spilt up. "Okay, if we ever meet again, we will have these marks." We both blew fire and burnt one spot of skin.
He lowered the gun, "Ember?!"
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Talon; Camp Ever Free
FantasyEmber Hill is a 16 year old dragoness in an organization called Talon. Talon is a dragon organization hunted by the Order of St. George. Join Ember in her adventures thru emotions, pain, and experiments!
