Waltz Of A Dying Dragon

9

"Sorry, bud...I have the upper hand."

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The light of the sun shines upon the world, brightening up everything it can touch. Birds started chirping and little land critters start scurrying around. It's a new day, which meant another day of tracking down a target. (Y/n) woke to a feeling of warmth. She could feel something press against her cheek. Pyra levitates around her owner's body, her tongue slithering out as a greeting. The nen powered dragon nudges the girl awake.

(Y/n) smiles at her pet as she gently rubs her snout. "Good morning to you too, Pyra," the girl giggled. A yawn leaves her mouth as she stretched. She let her eyes adjust to the bright light that came from the sky. The leaf ceiling didn't help her much, as sunbeams entered through small holes and shined in her eyes. "Already time to go. I can't have breakfast at all." A sigh leaves the girl as she shook her head.

There was so much to do today... and honestly, it was hard to keep track of everything. Find a river, find your target, potentially find your friends, and then get out of here. Too much work for the entire day and this was what? The second day of the week? How awful.

The archer climbed down her tree and started walking. Pyra accompanied her owner, even if she was hidden in her bow. The entity talked to her by exchanging thoughts. The dragon's thoughts were better composed than its counterpart, but that's because she was older. It was all fun for a moment, but then Pyra started to ramble about food, which made the archer's existing hunger worsen.

"Pyra," (Y/n) mumbled to herself, "Quit that. I'm getting hungrier." The dragon obeyed after that and decided that it was best to avoid topics like it. Soon enough the spectral entity got tired and decided to retire its thoughts back to its own head. This left (Y/n) by herself. The things she heard now were her own thoughts and the sound of nature. A sigh would leave her as she figured that she would have to travel like this for a while. She needs to find that river first and then find Pokkle.

After wandering for hours, the archer found a large stretch of grassland. This was particularly odd since she thought that this entire island was going to be filled with nothing but trees. The sight of an open area was exhilarating because she knew that this might be a place where Pokkle could hide. This would be a good place to stalk prey or targets. Archers like to be concealed so they could take advantage of their ranged weapons.

As Pyra was linked to the archer by emotions, the dragon felt a disruption in (Y/n)'s calm manner. The nen dragon appeared beside her owner, curious as to why she was getting excited. Soon she would understand.

"I need to get to higher ground," (Y/n) whispered to herself. She finds the nearest tree and decides to climb it. Luckily this tree's branch was overlooking the meadow. That was good, that meant that she could see more without sacrificing her safety. Walking into tall grasslands like this would be trouble, as you wouldn't know what would hit you.

(Y/n) keeps herself balanced as she kneels down. Her (e/c) eyes survey the area. She searches and searches until she found a familiar tint hidden among lush greens. A purple hat and just a few meters away from it was spiky brown hair. She was unfamiliar with this person, so she didn't think of it much. She was after Pokkle, after all.

The archer kept her eyes on her prey as she reached back to pull out her bow. For this attack, she wouldn't need to paralyze Pokkle with a real arrow. That would cause blood loss, and that kind of mess wouldn't be necessary. Through a small distribution of nen, she conjures a red arrow. This would be invisible to the naked eye. The only way to see this sort of thing is if you're using gyo. Pyra bit on the stem, giving the arrow an extra kick.

Quietly, (Y/n) waited for her time to strike. She pulled her string back and kept her stance as she watched Pokkle nab another guy's tag. The male was seen snickering as he grabbed his victim's badge. He took pride in his work, so he stood there for a little bit. The archer took this as her chance and shot the arrow that she made with her nen. The range on this sort of arrow wouldn't be as long as the real ones, but it was just enough to hit Pokkle.