Prophecy of the Lost (Long Hiatus)

Chapter Three

I was pleased, letting myself give off a light rumble, not quite a purr or a growl. It looked at me astonished, like it couldn't believe what noise I had made.

It confused me greatly, so I stopped, looking at it worried. She looked a little sad, so I started making the pleased rumbles again, and Ingrid seemed to calm down again.I moved Ingrid closer to my chest then curled around her when I heard footsteps approaching. When I started to hear voices is when I raised my head and scowled in the direction they were coming from. I will protect my creature with my life, I thought, and prepared to fight. 

A little while later, the footsteps got louder and I noticed Ingrid perk up like she heard them, too. They were close enough. I got up and walked in a brisk pace in front of my creature but when I was about to strike, she ran in front of ME and yelled, “Stop! what in Hell Hymn is wrong with you-?!” When she stopped abruptly. The expression of the one in front seemed to stop her. The look also made me hesitate, but for a different reason. The face that creature made was of true hatred, staring into my kit’s eyes as if taking her soul straight out of her body and turning her to stone. Ingrid then collapsed into me, as if she fainted. She probably did.

    I moved her to a patch of moss I found, then turned back around. Flaring my wings and raising my spikes, I prepared to fight. The one in middle charged at me, sword held high over his head. I smacked him aside with my tail, not too hard to kill or send over the edge, but enough to fling him away. When the others joined in, I spread my wings further apart, hissed, then spewed fire. The fire was blinding white and hotter than any fire. Most of the vikings ran, but the one from the middle stayed. He had gotten off of the ground and had some back around to join the fight. As I remembered the look he sent my kit, I growled and hissed, spreading my claws, and swiped at his face, leaving two ugly wounds on the side of his face, most likely going to leave scars.

He had fainted, the adrenaline gone, so I picked him up and dropped him off at the village nearby. Coming back, I grabbed another ox to feed Ingrid, knowing she would be hungry after this. I dropped the ox nearby and layed with Ingrid in my paws, watching and waiting for her to wake up. It took a while, but she finally woke up, scared and confused by the blood on my paws. “Did you kill my village?!” She yelled. Ingrid looked over and saw the ox, mumbling,”Phew, she just killed an ox,” before looking back at me. Ingred decided to get up just then, and walked around, probably making sure I didn’t kill anyone. I started to get very nervous when she got close to a jagged cliff. I grabbed her by her scruff and brought her back to the center.

She did not like that. She tried many times before finally giving up. Later that night, though, Ingrid tried again, but tripped on my tail, fully waking me up from my dose. She tripped over my tail, successfully pulling her off the cliff side. I started to freak out, then jumped off the side of the cliff, opening my injured wings and tried to catch Ingrid. My kit had just touched the water when I caught her, throwing her onto the beach while I hit the water, happy that I could save her in time.