Vivial: A Dragon's Tale

Chapter 3

   Vivial was still asleep when the leader of the clan smashed her skull under his claws.

                                         JK JK! I was only kidding!! Lol, tho.

   Vivial, still asleep, felt herself being lifted up into the cold night air. She hung limp in Lukathis's claws. He didn't bother to wake her up himself, for she needed her rest. She would wake eventually. Lukathis stretched his wings to their full extent and began to glide. Her turn his long neck and peered behind him. He wasn't being followed. Yet.

   Vivial was hunting. She was chasing a large stag through the forest. The deer bounded between the trees, trying to escape. Vivial twisted and turned, pushing off of trees and dodging low branches. Vivial tried to pass in between the twisted boughs of a Weeping Willow, but her left wing got stuck, and the bone made a loud crack, and went limp. The stag ran out into a clearing, leaped over something silver, and made its way into the trees on the other side.

   Vivial carefully pulled her wing out of the tree, and went to investigate the silver object. She dragged her wing  half of the way there, then she realized the object was a silver Dragon. She immediately forgot about her wing. This dragon must be an outsider. She thought. She didn't recognize it, but it smelled familiar. She came closer to it, and looked over it to see its face. She almost fainted. Its head was a mass of metal cords running through its skull. Its head and neck had no scales, and the bones were gouged with marks that no creature she knew could make. Its horns were plated with iron, and its eyes were glowing red beams. Smoke was coming out of its skull like it was burning on the inside. Vivial leaned over it in disgust and curiosity.

   She knew it must be dead. It looked like it had been tortured to death; It had huge gouged out places around its eye sockets, and its bottom jaw had been shattered. She stretched her neck out and looked were its eyes should have been. They glowed slightly in the dark. Then foul black smoked curled off of the dragon, clouding Vivial's eyes, clogging her nose. She pulled her body back, and tried to get the smoke away from her, but it was following her. It wrapped around her like a giant black snake, trapping her inside of its mouth. Suddenly, the smoke parted. The silver dragon was standing and staring right at her through its glowing red eyes. She gasped as it charged. She was too scared to move. It launched itself at her face, and she blacked out.

   She woke up attacking a scared Lukathis. Lukathis jumped backwards and roared. Vivial's eyes were still unfocused when she was pinned down. "Stop!" She moaned, "Don't... Please...Momma.." Lukathis pulled her into a cave, and assured her it was only a dream. She looked around the cave. It wasn't her home. She smelled an unfamiliar dragon. She hugged Lukathis as the dragon came out of the shadows. He was an drake. He didn't have wings, and he had a lot of fur, all over him. He looked nice, and his voice was soft, but Vivial didn't trust him. "Luke! Who is he! Why am I here? I want to go home!" She screeched. The drake began to say something, but Lukathis shushed him, "Vivi... You remember what I told you? About the clan? We can't go back... They will kill us. Both of us." He said quietly, sadly. Vivial looked at him and began to cry. He hugged her, and told her they will figure something out. The drake plodded over to Vivial and showed her a small flower. It was light blue, almost white, and had delicate petals. The old drake told her it was a snow lily. She held it in her claws and stared at it. She slid off of Lukathis and on to the cold rock, then made her way to the opening of the cave.

   Snow was falling hard and fast, covering Lukathis's paw prints. Vivial placed the flower gently in the snow, and laid down beside it. The clan wouldn't look for them up here in a blizzard.