Prophecy of the Lost (Long Hiatus)

Chapter Two

After the creature-thing- I need to give it a name. Anyway, after it left, I started to feel the pain where I got hit in my wings. I looked over and saw a viking broadsword that decided to cling on for a ride by lodging itself in the joint of my wing. It hurt like hell hymn, but I could live with it. It wouldn’t kill me.I licked it a few times them rested more on my side and laid my head on its side on the ground, trying to get more comfortable with my hurt wing and sore body.

    A few hours later, I heard rustling in the grass around me. I cracked my eye open and saw the creature from earlier crawling towards me through the bushes. I closed my eyes again and waited for it to get closer. I heard the footsteps stopped, then heard a whisper.I felt it tug the sword out of my wing and then wrap my wing in something. After it finished this task, it whispered something else:

“I don’t know if you can understand me, but I need you to come with me”

    This statement confused me, causing me to not move. And this movement caused the little creature to look a little upset, like it was in a hurry. It looked panicked and a little agitated. A cloud passed overhead, uncovering the sun, that was blocked while I was asleep, blinding me, so I turned my head. Apparently, It looked like I ignored it or something, because it repeated what it said, confusing me more. I was in so much pain from the sword being pulled out I was surprised I didn't whine, or at least huff! 

It soon seemed discouraged, then looked like it had an idea.  It ran back down the mountain and hasn't come back yet. My wings were starting to feel better, now being able to move them. A few minutes later, I randomly sneezed.

    The creature ended up coming back later, carrying a bison, but the strong scent of blood filled my senses. And a lot of it. I started to freak out, for it had collapsed. I got up and walked toward it, grabbed it from its odd scruff, carried it back over, curled around it, and started licking its wound. I heated up my chest to warm it up, so it wouldn't freeze while I tried to save it, take care of it.

    It started to open its eyes, at first looking relaxed, then confused, then it started to panic. It looks up at me, then calms down again. Odd. after that, I laid my head lightly on its torso, and grew warmer.That’s when it spoke to me, “ Hello, I’m Ingrid. What’s your name?” I just laid there for a bit, thinking, then I moved my tail to rest beside its -Ingrid's- head. I flicked it a few times, then brushed Ingrid's cheek a few times. “Your name is Blue?” She asked, and I smacked her with my tail. After eight tries followed by eight smacks, she finally said, “Sapphire?”