the dRaGoN one

Equus Queen

Leya's POV

I wake up to Harum shaking me."Leya," he says, " we have information."

I look up at him and blink to clear my eyes. I slowly sit up, and notice Rykor looking at me with a blank expression. "What?" I say. I take a moment to remember where I am. "Oh!" I lunge at him and tackle him in a hug. "Are you okay??? We didn't know what to think, if you were being possessed or paralyzed or if you were just confronting the Elder Dragon.... are you hurt?" I pull back, checking his forehead for a fever and looking him up and down in a mother like manner.

"I'm fine," he says coldly, pulling away from me and glancing at Harum uneasily . "And I was just communicating with the Elder Dragon, as I told you I would. I've learned much—this is not the place to discuss this information. We have to leave....me especially. It's not safe here."

"What do you mean?" I ask. Harum pulls me away from Rykor.

"Don't question him—you told me you would run if you had the chance."

"But we're not in danger!" I stomp my foot.

Rykor approves Harum's response. "Yes, you have to listen, we need to leave right now, we'll come back when we know what to do with the information I've discovered." And with that Harum pushes me forward, and each of us begin to sprint. The mist seems to thicken the closer we get to the outside, almost like a barrier trying to hold us in. A distant howl sends us running faster, eventually breaking through the barrier into the world we know.

I double over, crossing my arms over my stomach in utter exhaustion. Harum, who is much more physically capable than I am, is panting hard but not too deterred. Rykor, to my surprise, is on his knees, crawling forwards gasping for air. I wander over to him, and ask him if he's alright.

"I'm....fine....ugh." He groans, clutching his side. Something is really bothering him. I'd seen him accomplish more exerting feats and barely look uncomfortable afterwards.

I hear Harum's voice, "THERE THEY ARE!" I look up and see three distant figures, laying flat on the ground.

"No way," I mutter under my breath. I grab Rykors arm and try to lift him to his feet.

"Stop," he moans, "I can't...move..."

"Rykor!" we hear you scream. I look up and try to lift Rykor with all of my might. The adrenaline of the moment allows me to tap into my dragon strength. Soon he's leaning against me, one arm wrapped around my shoulder. We sort of walk sort of stagger towards you three, and when we get there I gently drop him to the ground and check Anna, Reden and Silas for wounds.

"Harum, are they okay?" I ask, because he got there long before I got myself and Rykor there. He rubs his neck, deep in thought. He's kneeling by Silas and looks utterly furious.

"Harum?" I leave Rykors side and wander over to Silas, who's as white as a sheet.

"Oh, no," I put my hand over my mouth, tearing up. "Please tell me hes....he's not...."

Harum's voice cracks when he speaks. "He's not breathing. The...the cut over his chest is deep. It might be infected...I don't know...."

I look away from him and lean into Harum. "He can't be gone," I wrap my arms around him shakily, trying to provide comfort but needing comfort myself.

He kneels down, leaving me standing beside him. "You...maybe you can heal him."

"What are you talking about?" I ask, tears now openly streaming down my cheeks.

He gives his explanation like a mad man would explain his motive. "If the Elder Dragon has the power of Fire and destruction, maybe the way the Equus Dragon has defended itself all of these years is a countering power. Maybe...you can use it. Because you can't shift, Leya, maybe you have the gift of healing!"

"Harum," I sob, "I don't think I can—."

"Just try! Leya, all you have to do is try. That's all I ask." He pulls my sleeve until I'm kneeling beside him, in front of Silas.

I take a deep breath, and put my hands on the cut. Inner wounds, I tell myself, you just have to heal what's inside.

My eyes flash silver and I see a beautiful blonde woman stand in front of me, glowing a green-blue and dressed in Brinn's ceremonial robes. I look to the side and see Harum frozen still, Rykor, who's crawling towards us, likewise frozen.

Tears flow as it hits me who the lady is. My voice cracks with emotion, "Mom?"