The Scar of the Dragon (Youtubers AU)

Chapter 5

The smallest of hisses escapes the lips of the slender mountain elf as the other places a cloth on his exposed shoulder and presses hard. It's the bursting of pain that causes Felix to yelp out and Cry to sigh again as he pulls off the cloth.

"Fuck, that hurts!"

"I'm aware," the smaller elf grumbles. "It's going to hurt each time, and even more. It's a scar enchanted by magic. Not a paper cut."

The taller elf glares his icy blue eyes at the cloth, with his usually pale skin turning a grumpy red hue. The other elf pours more thick green liquid on the cloth and raises it up to place it on the left shoulder again, and after a nod, he places the medication directly on the dragon scar for the third time of the day. The yells from Felix at this point can't be ignored, even though they are far away from the other mountain elves. The two were only able to get up and sneak out under the cover of day break, but now both of them are certain that the morning gathers will be out to collect food from the crops only feet below where they are nestled.

"I'm not doing anything to help," Cry says, his deep voice riddled with defeat. "This is beyond my knowledge of medicine and herbs. You need a mage or sorcerer, Felix. Not a physician."

The thin elf grunts as he sits up fully, and places his shirt back on. Sure enough there are the sounds of distant talking and laughs. The gatherers from the village are on their way down for sure.

"I don't know anyone of the magical sort," Felix whines, getting up to his sturdy feet and beginning to follow a back path back up the mountain side with Cry following right behind him. "And the only one who I trust to know what's going on with my shoulder is you. Are you sure that - "

"Yes," Cry groans, tired from the same question. "I'm sure that it's a curse. I've read all about the ancient curses of the world. The Dragon's Scar is incredibly complex in it's casting, and it is only truly removed once you've finished your mission. That mission or quest or whatever can be anything that the caster wants you to do, but usually it is insanely dangerous."

Cry can't see the other mountain elf's face as they go through a particularly dark shadow of trees, but he already knows that Felix's face is full of fear. That's the one part of the curse that he doesn't get at all. The wearers of the Dragon's Curse are picked by the sorcerer and it is assumed that, unless the caster is particularly wicked, that they want the one or ones that carry the scar to succeed. The need to be brave is essential, so why pick Felix?

"What do you suppose that I do?" he asks, turning back once the small amount of cliff side they are scaling finally widens enough for both of them to once again walk side by side.

"You need to talk to King Ethral," Cry simply says. "Let him guide you as to what to do. We honestly should have told him about your shoulder when it first happened. We'll both will already be having to answer many more question than either of us - "

"I'm aware of that," Felix mutters out of the side of his mouth. "I'm prepared to be told off for keeping this under wraps. I just want to give it one more day to try to find a way to at least figure out more about it, even if I can't get rid of it."

Cry stops in his tracks, and Felix turns, looking surprised. The shorter elf looks unsettled, and wary of what he's about to say. The dark blue eyes are downcast, and he's biting on his lower lip.

"What's the matter?"

"We...we can always go to the forest elf village on the other side of the mountain," Cry suggests, and he sighs at the angry sound that comes out of the other elf's mouth.

"It's at least another idea," Cry says, though his voice is full of defensiveness. "Plus there is a rumor about someone within their royal family being afflicted by something magical, so one of the wood witches has already been called to their village to assist. There's no reason that we can't head down there and see if we can have her look at your scar. Hell, she might not even charge us since it's such a skilled marking."

Felix purses his lips in a way that makes Cry know that he can't argue with his points. The light blue eyes flick to the left to the winding trail back to their own small kingdom, and then back towards the other set of blue eyes.

"You've convinced me," Felix resigns. "I can't fucking stand those tree leapers, but I can't stand this scar even more."