Dragons: The Viking Saga (The Prequel)

Chapter Thirty-Three: Strike In, Strike Out (Part 2)

Mazrieth's POV

"Mazrieth!"

I blinked my eyes slowly as I dim myself to despair when I realized that...I was verging my own death... Not until...

A bluish flaming blast appeared out of nowhere as it glows light beyond the arena. Huh?  I thought...

The Triple Stryke undoes its wrapping on my body as it sudden letting go. "What the--?" Until, a silvered wings pop out and roars very familiar through my ears. I can hear someone yelled but some are scared out of it. I finally come back to my senses as it came with a head, smiling at me. 

"Flare?"

My Razrowhip becomes visible on everyone's sight. Thus, my dragon saved my life. Oh no, Flare...

"A dragon?!", some Vikings aren't cheered as they're shocked to see Flare coming as it protects me. Flare crawled up from me to attack at the strike class dragon. 

Camicazi and Ivory gasped upon to see it and hurriedly ran towards the arena. However, my Dad and Shianne stood up as they've felt speechless. "What the--? A dragon protects Mazrieth?T That's impossible?!"

"It can't be...?", Jaden felt speechless. 

"Does it means--?", Shianne covered her mouth as she finally discern that Flare and I know each other. As best friends...

"Flare, don't!"

Flare makes her first move as it wrangles the tail and attacks the Triple Stryke with her tail slice. "I said Flare don't!" She didn't respond my command. The Vikings growled as it walks away from the arena and so was Shianne. This wasn't I wanted... But looks like my secret is out...

"Mazrieth! Hold on!", I can hear Camicazi screaming my name as she struggled to get inside the arena. "Hold on!"

As I knew, the outcome was the same what Camicazi predicted. But still, I have to do something!

The two dragons continued to fight each other until the aggressive dragon that has three scorpion tails finally took its spot from Flare as it pins her down with its massive claws. The Triple Stryke ready to finish her with its final blow. 

"No!", I shouted as I felt horrible to myself. 

But, it stopped as the Vikings came... "Shoot them!" With their single throw on the nets, they've manage to entrap the Triple Stryke with it. But not just it ended.

A single cry came from Flare as she was also trapped by the nets. "NO!", I shouted and crumbling myself as I ran towards her. "Flare, no!" I arrived and grabbing my dagger to cut the nets but one hand nabs my hand out until I was pulled out. "Wha--?"

It was my Father.

"Da--Dad?!"

Dad was looked angry at me and gripping his hand as he holds it very tight, winced myself in pain. "Ah! Dad, what are you doing?! It hurts! Let me go!" I struggled.

"We need to talk, Mazrieth..", Dad said then he pushed me towards Steven, as he used his bulky hands to hold my shoulder tight. "Put her on the dungeon, now!"

"What?!", I shocked and terrified. "No, Dad! No! No! Please!"

"Bring her to the cell now. And later, I will interrogate her.."

Steven stares at me. "I'm so sorry, lad..." And then, he dragged me out. 

"No! Flare!!", I yelled upon for her to response but she remained still and roared faintly for me. My eyes drove myself onto tears and scuffled with all her might. "No!"

And the next thing happens, a sudden heavy thing hits on my head as I dropped out towards the ground. I felt myself hanging and my vision became blurry. The last act I wanted to do is to call her, saving her...although...darkness took me everything.

(fiershia_speaking)

I'm so cruel XD! *laughs* But guys, please mind that I'm beginner of writing stories... So challap xD... 

Again, the comment is le open for suggestion for the upcoming sequel.. See ya!