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Chapter 9: Breaking inHe could feel the wind rushing at his face, messing up his already tangled hair and causing his visibility to become blurry. On one hand held the reins in a death grip, and the other was trying to pull his goggles down to cover his tearing eyes; the wyvern was flying at an abnormally fast pace, wings flapped at almost every moment, pushing the wind behind her streamlined body to propel her forward. They were flying over a desert, dry and arid air stung the scientist's lungs as he struggled to breathe properly, the screaming earlier on had taken most of his air supply as well as his stamina, which was dwindling as his tried to retain a grip on the vines; he was not ready to die yet. Destiny could feel her rider's fatigue as every second dragged by, her wings were feeling the strain the scientist put on his arms as he held on to the harness, his ragged breathing almost audible in her ears. Lalna was not having much of a good time on the wyvern's back, her sharp scales had cut into his ar
Chapter 8: The targetThe question was simple enough; just a simple yes or no will suffice as an appropriate answer, the catch was that his answer may change his course of events in the near future; for the greater good or not, it will depend on his answer, to accept the wyvern into his life or to reject it and risk letting Israphel have a chance at the world again. Although yes had been the much more wiser answer, human interest was somehow pulled into play as Lalna thought of what will happen should he decline the wyvern; she would still go after Israphel, alone, without a proper partner and risk death for the sake of the world, while he will be stuck away in his lab fixing up whatever invention will come to mind, away from the danger and corruption, away from the Dark lord himself. But as tempting as it is, Lalna just could not bring himself to decline the wyvern, in the past few hours, it seemed like he had got to know the wyvern more than any human back at home. His choice swayed from one option to ano
Chapter 7: MemoriesIt was true, the scientist did have many questions to ask, most importantly was; why, why did he have to meet the wyvern and get tangled into her world, why was she here, and why was Israphel after his blood now? The questions raced through his mind as he tried to make sense of his situation, all he did was to meet the wyvern at her moment of hatching, then for an unknown reason Israphel had sent an army to kill him, the wyvern managed to rescue him from being killed in the hands of an enderman, spent half the day diving for a diamond drill without knowing why was he still with the serpent, spent the last night trying to evade an unknown enemy to be saved by the wyvern yet again, and now is on the top of a tree trying to get his questions answered, could this day get any crazier? Destiny, sensing the scientist's dilemma, spoke through their link, "You know, have you ever wondered why I can converse with you through our minds Lalna?" "Well erm, no?" "It is a simple concept, really,
Chapter 6: The weaknessThe drained wyvern couldn't hold out much longer, the final blast of light had used up most of her magic, and still she hadn't tried using Lalna's energy, it will be too much of a risk since he hasn't shown any sign of potential magic ability. Every second brought the two ever closer to the Earth's surface as the wyvern lost height, the scientist was already unconscious, and hanging limply by the wyvern's tail as the shockwaves had caught him off guard, causing him to slam his head against the solid rock surface. There had been no suitable surface for the wyvern to land, the desert was not an option and the jungle will make them very vulnerable to whatever mobs that may lurk between the undergrowth; this was a small weakness of the wyvern, and that is she can be quite indecisive when there is not much danger involved. Therefore, she only had one option left, that is to land on the tallest tree in the jungle canopy; there they would be safe from most of the mobs and The Ranger does have
Chapter 5: The RangerThe pool of green swirled as words were spoken to it, commanding it to reveal the location of his target. Green fluid slowly transformed to an array of colour as an image appeared on its reflective surface, revealing to the Shadow a picture of the Lightbringer and her partner; both asleep in a freshly dug cave of sorts. Smiling to himself, Israphel dismissed the image with a wave of his shadowed hand as he called for his messenger, the nervous cave spider scuttled towards his master as his orders were relayed "Go forth to the northern peaks my servant, and summon to me The Ranger, tell him I have a mission for him to deal with, and be quick with it, we only have till sunrise." Upon receiving his instructions, the cave spider scuttled for the transport portals, on his way to see The Ranger in the hopes he will not be exterminated till his message was delivered. The Ranger was a solitary creature, part enderman and skeleton and armed with a longbow made from dragonbone, he lived high up
Chapter 4: Swimmingly wellThe dark shadow floated around his chamber, deliberating on the piece of bad news brought to him hours ago; never had he expected another to rise so soon, too soon for him to gather his dark energies. He stared back at the pile of ashes before him for the tenth time, which had once been the spider to bring him the message. Blood-red eyes stared back at the window that faced an endless dune of desert sand, what had happened should have been impossible, the egg was hidden away securely in the rift of Nether and Aether, within the very grasp of time and space itself, and yet someone had been able to deliver the Lightbringer to the Vanquishing Blade. Israphel thought on and on, but to no conclusion to his problem, an army had been sent, in a hope that it will be able to destroy the newly reincarnated dragon; The Lightbringer as the ancient text shows. However, she had proved to be just as powerful as before, and already with her new partner, the reincarnation of the Vanquishing Blade; the
Chapter 3: The unlikeliest of partnersThe black, skeletal creature had managed to sink its vicious iron claws into the boot of the dangling scientist, the tips of which had sunk a few millimeters into flesh, shaking will only enrage the already fuming enderman. "Right, can you shake off your boot?" "I could, and send us crashing into the ground; the dammed creature has got my foot!" A look of uncertainty crossed the wyvern's face as she angled towards the ocean, "Then we are going swimming, Hold on!" Without any further argument, Destiny wrapped her tail around the scientist's arm and nosedived for the ocean. Human and mob both streamed behind the transforming wyvern, screaming gibberish for the human and high-pitched screeching by the enderman, the wyvern's wings melted into ocean-blue waves, pyres became dewdrops, her once orange markings had turned into the colour of the sky. Meanwhile, Lalna was trying to distract the enderman from advancing onto his leg as it raised its other claw in an attempt to bring harm to its vi
Chapter 2: First thoughts and Israphel's raidA warm golden light hit the face of the wyvern as she greeted the world with a yawn, looking around; she observed that she was in some sort of clearing, surrounded by oaks and rubber trees. There was also a rather tall marble structure that had grey brick lines at every third marble block, next to it was a wooden shed connected by a link way to a dormitory. When she turned to face where her back was, midnight black eyes locked with emerald green eyes as wyvern and hero met for the first time since almost millennia ago.
Lalna could only crouch there, motionless as the creature before him stared into his eyes, there was a silent voice emanating from the back of his mind as the stare down ensued. His hypnotic state of mind by a sudden jolt through his head as the voice became irritably audible "What's with the freaky getup? Strange, you weren't like this a few millennia ago " There was a certain note of amusement in the voice as the face of the wyvern simultaneously contorted into th
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