Draimon: Fracture: Erasend- Book 1: Deascension

Chapter 8: The Titan Forest

I spread my wings, jumped off and immediately plummeted, my wings refusing to hold me in the air. My jaw smushed against the ground, reforming itself when I stood.

"Thorn-wing hold," I heard Baragon roar, with Thorn-wing turning his head, flying back full of grace, and landing in front of me.

"Have your parents not taught you how to fly yet? Where are they?" The Wyvern asked.

Baragon's expression changed, and his head began to shake from side to side. I saw Thorn-wing look at Baragon and his face became lighter, "I am sorry for what happened to them." I could not control my eyes as tears of sap swelled within my eyes and fell, with my vision blurring, shaking, I said.

"She was going to show me all of us after our first battle."

"how old are you?"

"She was born shortly before the last battle started," Baragon replied.

"Should we even take her? The signatures of many vanished in an instant."

"I know what that means," Baragon said.

"But the little one," Thorn-wings said, tipping his head down slightly towards me.

"I may be young, but I am not a fool; they are all dead are they not?"

"We are not saying you are, but for something to kill so many that fast. That none even sensed their distress," Thorn-wing said back to us.

"It could be them," Baragon said.

"No, they were powerful but not this powerful; it must be the other them."

"I have only heard rumours, to think they still exist..." Baragon replied.

"Who are they? Stop repeating yourselves; we need to go," I interrupted.

"We will explain as we travel; I still need to teach you to fly," Thorn-wing said, looking at Baragon.

"Well, I can not; besides, if you show her, she will be able to fight at her full potential. I am not asking, so I do not owe you a favour."

"Why are you training her?" Thorn-wing asked, advancing on Baragon, "you can not fly, so I need to teach her; you use bark and spore magic. She uses vine and solar." I could feel Baragon's core shaking with anger, "You are a Berserker. Would one of the first three not let her reach her full potential faster. Revoke her after this battle."

Baragon snapped. "FOR ONE OF THOSE THREE YOU DO NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT US! I took a vow to train her when her mother passed, and you should know I would rather die than break that vow." Baragon took a moment to breathe, lowering his large head, "I can control roots which are similar to vines; why I plan to teach her bark magic, they need us so teach her and let us go."

"My apologies," Thorn-wing turned to me and held his long wings up, "flap them up and down, making sure the membrane is flat; jumping helps." I did so, and I was flying above the ground on my first try.

"I will give a boost," Thorn-wing said.

"What," before I could think, the tail of Thorn-wing curled around mine and whipped me forward, sending me hurtling through the air. I was able to steady myself, with the two of them quick to catch up.

"Keep your wings out to glide and flap to maintain speed," Baragon said to me.

"Perhaps you are right to train her," Thron-wing replied.

"So what is this thing, and why are you two feeling that you are going to die?" I asked.

"During the wars, we fought smooth-skins, but there was another race that wanted us dead.