Their flight was quiet.
After the long obscurity of the night they had, over the tangerine and deep blue clear skies, kissed to their overwhelming blankness flushed by the rising sun, mists and clouds moved in shores. The sky was a balance of dark blue and greys, streaked with orange and gold.
Tyler was still. Hannah and Amber were too. Their broomsticks leave lines of ember and black specks of dust as they proceed to wherever they were going.
Amber tried to start a conversation, but Pothos made the first racket.
"We're heading to Italy, right?"
Nobody answered. Three seconds. Tyler decided to respond. "Yeah. I guess."
"Everyone seemed tired, but I guess we have no time to sleep." Said Amber. "Hannah, I'm guessing you know where we're going, yeah?"
Hannah nodded. "Yeah. We have to go over Strait of Dover and hope that nothing would go wrong."
Amber flinched. "What do you mean?"
"We're demigods and wizards. I am sure that Dwergloud's minions are right after us." She said. "We better be careful."
Tyler felt tired. The spirit of sleep was nursing him at the moment where he should not fall asleep. The timing was wrong. His vision blurred, and he could feel his head wobble. The rising sun felt like a dim disco ball in the sky, and the cold breeze and moisture were making his eyelids froze. I'm hallucinating again. He thought. No. No. No. I should not fall asleep.
"Hey. Hey, Tyl. You okay?" Amber rushed. He pulled his broomstick ride a little and made sure he was flying right beside him. "You might be really exhausted. From the attack."
Tyler smiled weakly.
Amber decided to climb out of his broomstick and took a ride over Fergus right in front of Tyler. He knew himself that he was a little more tolerant of drowsiness and his best friend wasn't.
"Here. You can sleep behind me, sleepyhead." Amber joked. "My broomstick can fly by itself. You have nothing to worry about."
Tyler drifted off to his sleep.
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Tyler opened his eyes in a secluded cave. Not again. He thought. He curled himself and tried to gain back his thoughts and strength to get up. Why does my body hurt?! He balled his fist on the ground and felt the swirl of inky smoke around him. He knew this place. He had been here before.
He got up and realised that he was lying between two boulders of rock just right behind a vast multi-coloured glowing tree.
"Very well." A voice echoed. "I suppose you used the magic properly."
Dwergloud! Tyler thought. He backed and hid behind the boulders. But why does he look so much different? He looked... younger. Different from my first dream. Maybe some distortion.
"Of course. Now, where's mine?" Another familiar voice of guy said. Tyler knelt and tried to sneak a look to see who the person was but, no luck. The man was hiding behind the darker sides of the cave.
"Ah. Yes. Yes. The northwest side is all yours. You can take that side. No problem." Dwergloud answered calmly. "All yours. But..." he raised a finger "Remember what I told you. You do remember it, don't you?" he asked sheepishly.
"Of course, I do." The man answered. "I will lure him to you."
Dwergloud stood and raised his wand. "That's my boy!" He delightfully praised and hugged the guy.
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Tyler Harisson Chronicles: The Gryphon's Sacred Blood
Fantasy[this novel is completed] [now available on Amazon and Ukiyosk] REMINDER: THIS VERSION IS OUTDATED AND HASNT BEEN UPDATED SINCE PUBLISHED [Some parts are taken down] Tyler McAdam Harisson had lived his whole life believing that he's such a sore los...
