Eternal

In the morning, the entire camp was already up just as I rolled out of bed. As soon as my feet touched the floor, Gerard was yelling at my door for me to get up. I had to get an early start to the Dragontooth Cliffs if I wanted to get there before the bad weather was to set in.

“Come on, Toltek!” He yelled. I grumbled and grabbed my cloak and sword. It was my own set of belongings.

Opening the door of the extra room in the main hall, I ran past the table to get outside. Opening the door, a burst of cold wind spattered my face. Brushing stray pieces of hair away from my face, I started towards the stables. Gerard caught up with me.

“I thought you’d never wake up!” He laughed. I rolled my eyes.

“Well, I’m up now and ready to get going.” I smiled. Gerard nodded as we pushed past Ray and Bob.

“Are you excited for your assignment, redskin?” Matty asked. I nodded, pausing for a moment.

“What’s a redskin?” I questioned. Lee smirked.

“A possible recruit or a new member. We call ‘em redskins because when they’re going through training and their first actually raids, they tend to…bleed a lot. It stains their skin for a week at least, leaving them really red.” Lee snickered. I gulped. Um, good to know that I was going to have to survive a lot of pain to be
one of the Witchers…

“Well, I guess I’ll get Lullaby, then.” I decided to switch the subject. Mikey held out his hand to stop me. Rian tossed a bag at me. I caught it and check inside. It had few provisions in it, plus rope and some knives.

“Woah, woah, woah! You’re going to ride Phoose, Toltek.” Matty grinned. I paled, feeling my knees shake and knock together in the cold wind.

“Phoose? Your vicious horse?” I whispered. Matty nodded. Mesmer rolled his eyes.

“Come on, Matty! Last time a freshblood rode Phoose out to the Cliffs, he didn’t even make it past Windmont Lake! Phoose trampled him.” Jordan complained. Matty just raised an eyebrow.

“Fine, I’ll let him choose. Do you want to ride Phoose or not?” Matty groaned. I looked over his shoulder to Lullaby, and then to a stormy grey-white horse a few stalls down. He had killing in his eyes.

I’m pretty sure that was Phoose.

“I’ll ride Phoose.” I stood up taller, looking Matty straight in the eye. If I could ride Phoose, make it to the caves, and then survive the trip back, then I would be able to prove that I really can be a Witcher.

I mean besides, I’ve gotten plenty of experience with the horses, at least riding them enough when I’m looking for Jynx.

“Come on, I’ll get him saddled up.” Matty chuckled darkly. I gulped and slung the back over my shoulder, putting my arms through the strings.

Ten minutes later, the sun had disappeared behind a ceiling of grey clouds. Phoose was whinnying loudly as I walked towards him. His dark eyes looked dangerous as Matty handed me the reigns. The horse snorted and attempted to bite me. I jumped back, the horse looking at me with what I could only imagine was a smirk. Lullaby neighed loudly from the stalls.

“Are you ready, kid?” Frank asked me. I nodded, pushing myself up into the saddle.

“Just check it out and come back. We should be seeing you in in two days at the most.” Zack said. Ee cooed on his shoulder. The falcon bobbed its head towards me.

“Careful with Phoose. He likes to go fast.” Matty chuckled, patting his horse’s neck. The horse gently bumped his shoulder.

I had a few second thoughts about this…

“See you soon, Brightstar!” The others yelled at me as I gently kicked Phoose’s sides. He shoot off like a meteor and rocketed out of the open gates. Pretty soon, we were shooting down the path. I fumbled, barely a second, and nearly got thrown off. Regaining my balance, I let my mind think back to the lessons that Jynx taught me about horses.

“Well, what if a horse goes berserk?” I asked her with a cheeky grin. I was sitting upon Bruma and she was riding Indigo, a bay horse. She rolled her eyes at my question, although I was kind of being serious.

“Just lean forward, choke up on the reigns, bring them close to the horse’s neck and squeeze the saddle with your knees.” Jynx demonstrated. Indigo snorted as her head was pulled back.

“Should it stop the horse?”

“Not always, but it will keep you from falling off.”

So I did as she had once told me. I choked up on the reigns, pulling them tight against the horse’s neck. Phoose snorted harder than he had been as he followed a path that he was one. I hoped it was towards the cliffs.

Leaning up, I steeled my nerves and squeezed the saddle hard with knees, leaning forwards a bit. This did seem to help. I didn’t feel as if I was going to fall off. Phoose had his head bent over, but I jerked it back up with the reigns.

The forest became a blur of dying colors in the newborn winter as we continued in our forwards motion. It became a battle of wills-who could survive the longest. I knew that horses only had a certain limit before they tired. I also had a limit. I had long past that limit, but must remain strong. My legs were weakening, but I kept on holding on.

It might have been minutes. It might’ve been hours, but eventually, Phoose stopped. Phoose stopped and I plopped back down in the seat. The horse was breathing hard. I was matching his labored pants.

“Come on, Phoose. Not too much more to go to the Cliffs.” I patted his neck. The horse snorted loudly and started to walk. His footfalls were light in the forest. We were catching our breath as a bird flew low overhead. I ducked down.

I could’ve sworn that it was Ee.

We were in a strange part of the forest, but I heard waves ahead of us. The cliffs had to be close by.

It was noon by the time we had picked our way through the forest to the edge of the land. It was the Ghost Sea and we stood atop the Dragontooth Cliffs. Phoose halted right before the edge. I wanted to get a good look down, but feared to get off of Phoose. Who knows if that horse will push me off the edge?

It was a rightful fear that I had.

“Okay, Phoose. It’s getting cold. I’m hungry. You’re hungry. We both just want to get this over with and get back to the warm camp.” I muttered to the beast. For a moment, I could’ve sworn the horse bobbed his head. Maybe I was just imagining things…

Phoose snorted what I took to be another agreement as I climbed off of his saddle. The grey horse stood still, eyeing me the entire time.

“I need to get down to the cliffs. You just want to get to camp. Let’s work together, just for a day, to get this over with, okay? We made it this far.” I stared him straight in the eye.

Was I talking to a horse? Yes. Was I crazy? Possibly. Did the horse understand me? Most definitely.

The intelligent beast gave me the death glare but didn’t attempt to trample me or push me off the cliff. I took that as a good sign. I reached into my bag to see if the boys had packed anything warmer. All I saw was rope, an apple, some jerky, and a couple of knives. I took out the apple and Phoose perked up.

“See? We can work together for a little while and then I’ll be out of your mane.” I laughed as Phoose walked towards me. I smiled a little and let him viciously bite the apple out of my hand. Thankfully, I didn’t have any fingers missing when I checked. He crunched on the apple gratefully as I walked to the edge.

Looking down, I saw a straight plummet a thousand feet down to the roaring waves. Ice was forming further out on the sea but near the cliffs, the waves were always a constant threat. The sea had worn down the cliff to a completely flat wall except for one sharp jut out from the wall. It looked like a curved dragon’s tooth. No wonder for the name!

But if I fell, it was to either impale myself on the large jutting spike, or drown in the waves.

I grabbed a hold of the tree branch connected to a large tree overlooking the sea. Roots crawled out of the dirt, sticking out over the edge by about a foot. Backing up, I stood on solid ground once again, not feeling as dizzy. Taking out the rope, I tied a large loop around the base of the tree. I tested it by throwing all my weight against it, but it didn’t budge. When I was done, I tied the other end of the large rope to my waist.

I had a wonderful idea.

The natural steps that the Final Horizons boys were all talking about were just to the left of me. They were nearly a straight drop down on each one. I would be a fool not to try to have some sort of safety with me.

“Okay, Phoose. I’ll be up soon.” I said, patting his neck. He snorted and stood by the tree, as if he was interesting in watching the rope. Taking the loop in my right hand, I started towards the natural steps. Each rock had been carved out by something, but I didn’t know what. It looked like a jagged staircase that wound out of sight. Each step was small. I carefully picked my way down the first couple of steps before nearly slipping. The rocks were icy with mist. Looking out over the icy sea, a darker mass of clouds was rolling in.

I had to get in and get out before that came my way. I only had a couple of hours.

My footing was sure but cautious as I counted each step. With every few feet, I let some more rope drop from my hand. I looked up to see it dangling over the edge. The tree branches were still right over me.

I turned around part of the cliff to see my destination. The cave was barely twenty feet down, but the steps grew steeper. I got down, sitting on one step and sliding down to reach the next. I did this for about ten steps until I got to the mouth of the cave. The dragon tooth spike was another hundred feet down.

I was still eight hundred feet above the broiling waves.

When I got to the cave, I stopped. There was a dank, dark smell about it. Only then did I realize that I had no light. I silently cursed myself a thousand times over for not having any light source with me.

Looking in my bag, I used the sun’s rays to illuminate what I had. No, no weapons. The sunlight reached into the cave about fifty feet before turning pitch black. With a sigh, I stumbled inside.

This really was a suicide mission.

I kept on going, eventually untying the rope from my waist and letting it dangle over the cave’s mouth. The tree was directly overhead and let it sit there in the wind.

I walked until I reached the edge of the light. I stared into the darkness. A dragon could be sitting right there and I wouldn’t even know it.

But something pushed me forward.

I kept on going, just walking straight. After a few feet, I could’ve sworn I saw a tiny light. No, that had to be a sun spot from the left over visions of light. I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.

But I kept on going forward until the light grew bigger. When I got next to it, I saw that it was a lamp.

And I was in a hallway.

Something very big had carved out this hallway.

It sloped downwards very gently. Drawing my sword, I pushed forwards, gradually slinking down to where more lights stung my eyes. I saw that there was a very, very large opening to what appeared to be a very, very large room.

Something made me shake hard. I swallowed my fear. I didn’t have to kill the dragon. Just get in and get out. That was all.

But was there a dragon?

I was in the dark hallways with three lights that cast small shadows, just on the doorway to the large room. I peered inside. It appeared that no one was home. Large tapestries hung from the walls like great banners announcing a royal resident. A large fireplace with a gate on it that looked like it could be cooking a couple of whole cows on it. There was a finely woven rug that took up much of the floor space. The gate on the fireplace let the heat out but kept stray sparks in.

But that was only the first level of the room.

I saw grand steps lead up to a higher balcony area. There were grand treasures stored in magnificent display cases. A fine bed of cushions looked large enough for me to hide in and no one would ever find me. There magnificent paintings that hung on the walls, depicting scenes of fierce battles and mighty warriors, but one caught my eyes.

It was a banner. A beautiful, beautiful banner. The biggest of them all. Painted on it was a great dragon, dark and looming. Her eyes held all the danger of an angry giant, but her posture held regale stature. At her side was another black dragon chick. The chick looked playful, but up towards its mother. I assumed the dragon in the middle was its mother.

To be honest, before this all began, I never even really believed dragons still existed. Sure, there was lore sung by drunken bastards, but I had my sneaking doubts.

I kept staring at the giant painting with the logs crackling in the background. It took hold of my conscious and unwillingly made me step into the large room. I took step after step towards the painting, feeling tears prick my eyes.

“Beautiful.” I whispered over and over.

“Paak, fos nev do kril joor. Shame, what a waste of a brave mortal.” A soothing voice whispered from behind me. The color drained out of my face. I trembled, nearly dropping my sword. I felt my legs go weak at the very sound of the voice. It held beauty and power, but dripped with poison and danger.

I turned around, slowly coming face to face with the creature torn out of my worst nightmare. Two glowing blue eyes were blinking down at me. My jaw dropped ten feet to the floor.

I was staring right into the eyes of a great, black, dragon.

And she didn’t look too pleased.
“Skuld wah tir, kos strin ahrk vund, alok nol gol.” Her entrancing voice whispered, almost seductively. Her head wound up and down, eyes always trained on me. The jet black frills under her spiraled horns flickered, as if listening to my heartbeat. Her tongue flickered in and out as she whispered the words.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t speak Dragon.” I shrugged, backing away barely a step. Her eyes flared like the raging sea.

“Dovahren, goraan joor. Draconic, young mortal.” She hissed, like a scolding mother. The dragon’s head neared mine. I didn’t smell putrid stink like expected. It had a metallic tint to the air, like lightning and salt of the sea.

“S-sorry,…great one?” I tried out. Um, how do you address a dragon about to eat you whole? How do you talk to a beast whose head is three times as big as your body?

They never taught me this in the village!

“Tinvaak voth ulaak, fah hi lost ni daarz wen morah hi gevild. Speak with care, for you have not a clue whose attention you hold.” She chuckled darkly. I saw her great claws as long as I was. Her spiraled horns glimmered from the candle light on the walls. Her blue eyes were like sapphires.

They reminded me of Jynx’s eyes.

Her voice was silky, smooth, and seductive. I felt weighed down to the smooth surface of the marble floors, warm with her heat. The smooth scales on her belly glinted with abyssal darkness. It was as if she was pulled from the night itself by the hands of giants.

“Well, great dragon mistress, um, abyssal one….I should really get going. I mean, I have a horse up there and I kind of need to feed it and the steps are going to get icy soon andIreallyjustneedtogonow!” I rushed out, trying to find a way around the dragon. She laughed cruelly.

“Yes, yes, a mighty kendov, warrior, such as yourself surely has a wund, a quest, to complete. Perhaps it is for zin, honor, or maybe a greedy one seeks umriid, treasure. But one such noble warrior you are will surely go after fahdon, a…friend.” She purred. I gulped. She had me. She knew what this was all about. I hadn’t even uttered a word.

I couldn’t try this hit and run tactic. I could just slyly sneak out. I had to use my brain to get out of this situation. This would take some cunning, some skill with words, and even some…flattery.

“You surely are clever, Mistress of Night. You do know what I want.” I laughed, holding my hands in the air. She snorted happily. Okay, she liked flattery. That was the way to go.

“They do not call me the Hah Kriid for nothing. I AM the Mind Slayer!” Her voice boomed. I shrank back. The noise was loud and shook the walls. Pebbles fell in fear from the ceiling. She chuckled at my terror. I was rank from it.

“Y-yes, you are t-the a-all might Mind Slayer!” I agreed, nodding my head vigorously.

“You please me, mortal. Young joor like you blindly walk upon land and believe they are jun, that they are king. You have a right sense of faas.” She hummed in content. Should I take that as a complement? Or was that an insult? The fact I was questioning it and not just knowing it was an insult was a step up…I guess.

“Your kind words flatter me, Mind Slayer-“ I started off. She reared up her head, blue eyes still trained on me. With steps so quiet that I couldn’t believe it was possible, she backed down to the first floor, curling up on the rug by the fireplace. Her head was still up, watching me. She was huge. Her wings were folded against her back, almost reached the ceiling. She had to be about thirty feet tall, maybe a little less. Her tail, when fanned out, was leathery and looked as if it had fans on it. The grey scales of her stomach flittered in the light.

“Do not think I won’t hesitate to slay you, joor. To the Dovah, you are lesser than a yunkliin, a hatchling.” She arched one perfectly formed eyebrow. I walked down the steps towards her. Her dark neck arched down to be on eye level with me. I sat down on the edge of the rug, the rough fabric rubbing against my legs.

“Yes, yes, of course Mind Slayer.” I held up my hands again, trying to lesser myself. I was getting confused with all these draconic, excuse me, Dovahren terms. I figured joor meant mortal, and she kind of translated some of them. Faas probably meant terror or fear…

I had lots of faas right now!

“But I since you’ve pleased me, joor, I will allow you a chance to live a moment longer. Laas flaar, nuz mu kent kovir getiid,” When she saw my confusion at the last sentence, she translated.

Life is fleeting, but we must enjoy the moment.

“Thank you, Slayer.” I nodded, grateful for another moment to think. Okay, I had to keep up this flattery thing! It seemed to be getting me somewhere…

“Let us have a game of names, shall we? Give us a chance to brag on our achievements.” She hummed again. I think she just wanted a chance to explain how ferocious she was, but you know, anything to give me another minute.

I mean, could I really refuse? Not without being roasted.

“Sounds delightful.”

“And don’t even think of trying to distract and escape, joor. I’ve put up wards to hold you in.” She growled. I nodded, not having a response. Could I really respond? I had to tread carefully from now on. I couldn’t offend her or else I would be roasted alive and toasted on a bun!

“Very well, Mind Slayer. State the rules for this game.” I let her proceed, tucking my legs under me. Her eyes rolled to the banisters for a moment, thinking.

“State your name and why you have it. After one is finished, the other will state if it is an honored name, or one that is a lie. If I guess right, then I gain a point. If you guess right, you gains a point. The first to three points is the winner. If you win, you may leave. If I win, I will roast you with my cow over here.” She hissed the last word, making my heart skip a beat out of fear. The smell of burning steak made me gag a bit. A chilling wind blew through the hall. I shivered a little. Her head swayed, staring me down.

“As you wish, Slayer. You begin.” I offered. She gave me a toothy grin, looking more like a snarl than anything else. The fire glowed behind her. The flames licked at the stone grate.

“They call me Mistress of Night. I am the first born of Fil-Fent-Mah and have the heart of a dying star. My scales are ebony plates of midnight and my talons shred the sky.” She snarled. I thought a moment. My mind raced through the lore I had heard in the village. I had never heard that name.

Although, can any beast have the heart of a dying star?

“It is a lie. Your heart is not made out of a dying star.” I smiled, knowing I was right. She chuckled, the paintings shaking on their hooks.

“Funt, joor. My father was of the abyss in the seventh ring of Hell. He rose from the abyss and swallowed a dying star as he flew to earth. I was his only surviving chick and now have heart made of the star he swallowed.” She grinned in victory. No points were assigned but I couldn’t help but think.

How painful is it to swallow a star!?

“I suppose it’s my turn. Call me Wind Tamer. I ride a steed faster than the raging hurricane itself.” I laughed. The dragon rolled its sapphire eyes, setting her head on the ground in front of me. The only exit I had disappeared from view. Her maw was close enough to feel static raise the hairs on my skin.

“Vahzen, it is true. You horse is a Witcher steed. They are the fastest in the north, although the W’yran clan of vampires ride a breed of horses called Desert Pickers. Since the W’yran live closer to the sandy deserts in the south, they use those Desert Pickers to traverse the dunes. They are the fastest on sand.” She stated. I nodded, thinking back to the book I read on the different kinds of vampires.

“You are correct.” I sighed, deflating a little. She was now up by a point.

“I am Reg do Strun, the Lady of Storms. My very presence causes hurricanes to spin, winds to tear at the forest, and my breath is lightning itself.” She whispered to me. I nodded. This all made sense.

I would’ve first guess she had a breath weapon of fire or maybe poisonous gas, but no, when the hair on my arm stood on end, I knew she had a more…electric side to her.

“Correct. You breathe life into lightning that is fueled by your heart of a dying star.” I totally guessed at that last part, but it made sense, didn’t it? I was the expert of guessing. I could guess most things just by how a person acted.

“Krosis! You gain a point.” She growled. We were finally tied.

“I have ridden time itself. I have taken glimpses of my past. I am the Time Weaver.” I smiled, thanking myself for my mom always telling me that dreams told us more about our past so we can learn from them. Thank you, Mom!

“Ha, you lie worse than a mutt! You are funt, false!” She chuckled, thinking she had won.

“Alas, Mistress of Night, you are wrong. I have traveled time.” I corrected. She snarled.

“Fos? Vir! Nii los vokorasaal!” She roared. I took that to mean she didn’t think it was possible.

“Dreams. Dreams let me see the past.” I whispered. She growled low in her throat. She eyed me sharply, but I knew I was now up a point.

One more, and I would win.

“You are cleverer than I thought, joor. Time Weaver, I am the Mountain Crusher. I have torn down a mountain, ripping it from its roots, and shaking infinity itself.” She hissed.

“False. Mountains cannot fall that easily.” I raised my eyes to meet hers. She cackled, but it sounded like thunder to me. Maybe it was outside, but then again, she was the Lady of Storms.

“Foolish joor! Two hundred years ago I ripped a mountain from its roots, collapsing it on tarvokus firok who took her from me.” She whispered longingly. I saw her glance flicker up to the largest banister, the one of the great black dragon and the chick looking up at her.

I couldn’t help but feel sad for her. The chick must’ve been hers. I swallowed the sadness for a moment before continuing on.

“Fine. I am the Restless Wanderer. I have been everywhere but nowhere.” I explained. I had not lied this entire time. I suppose I could have. I supposed I could try to trick her, but how would I make it sound convincing?

“Truth, Wanderer.”

“Correct.” I replied sadly. Whoever won this next point would be the winner. I would either die or be able to escape. It was all up to these next few rounds.

“It is our last point, Wanderer, Tamer, Weaver. Think carefully. I am The Planeswalker. I travel between Hell and Heaven, through Earth and the Aether. I converse with demons and angels. I crush humans and shred Ge’li-si’oi at a moment’s whim. I walk between worlds and fates.” She snarled down to me. I saw her white teeth shine brilliantly in front of my face.

I sat silently. I couldn’t think of how this would be a lie, or how it would be truthful. What was the likelihood it was true? What was the likelihood it was false? I put my head in my hands, trying to decide.

“Lie. Only your father was a planeswalker” I said it before I could think better. It was my only thought I had in my head and I just said it without rethinking! As soon as it was uttered, I clasped my hands over my mouth. Shoot, I was going to die!

“KROSIS! You are right! I humble myself, joor. Your wisdom and intelligence has bested my own. You have rights to the title of Onik Gein, the Wise One.” She bowed her head. I was still a little frozen in shock. Um, did I hear that right? Did she just say I won? Um, what?

“It was an honor to play against you in a name game, Mind Slayer.” I smiled, gasped slightly. The logs hissed in the background. The dragon looked slightly dejected at the loss. I felt bad. She kept glancing up to that banner in the back. She uttered something in the Draconic language that I didn’t understand. I stood up, but then sat back down.

You know what? I had a little time before I had to return to the camp.

“My name’s Toltek Brightstar.” I finally broke the silence. She peered back down at me in shock, probably surprised at why I hadn’t gone already. Hey, I could be surprising if I wanted to!

Extending my hand to the beast, I offered her a handshake. She peered down at me curiously before reaching her left hand, err, claws to me. I thought she was about to tear my body in half, but I kept my shaking hand out. She held out one talon and I gently shook it. Her eyes were alight with curiosity.

At any moment, she would fry me.

“Toltek. ‘Man who Saves’ and ‘Brightest Star’. That is a good name. A strong name. I am Lok-Oblaan-Vul. It is translated to ‘Sky’s End is Dark’ or just Sky-End-Dark. It may make no sense to you, but it is meaningful to the Dovah.” She smiled, or snarled, but I think it was a smile.

You know, I don’t think that she had gotten some good company in quite some time. Just rude beginner Witchers trying to run in here and disturb her peace. Maybe, just maybe, she needed a bit of nice company. She didn’t need to be destroyed, just cared for.

I guess I would be a little grumpy if people were constantly invading my space to.

“I like that name. It’s unique. So do you just live down here by yourself?” I asked quietly. She set her head on her giant claws, eyes avoiding mine.

“Indeed, it is naalien tiid, a lonely time. I lost my chick two hundred years ago to the very first Witchers. I flew off here afterwards.” She sighed. I patted her giant claw that happened to rest by me. It was the little bit of comfort I could offer.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is that why they called you the Mountain Crusher?” I asked her softly. She bobbed her head.

“It is. I destroyed the town that killed her by collapsing the mountain upon the houses. They thought it was an earthquake. They were wrong. It is quiet. It is lonely, but it is safe. It is the last place I can be until I feim…fade. Dragon’s don’t really die, they just fade away.” She spoke sadly, I saw glimmers at the corners of her bright eyes. I patted her claw again. She looked down to me. Lok-Oblaan-Vul put her head so I didn’t have to look all the way up.

“You know, I lost my best friend to some stupid people, or rather vampires. They took her and I’m trying to find her. That’s why I joined the Witchers, so I can have them help me destroy the vampires that stole her.” I explained. Her eyes widened at that. I don’t know why I was spilling my heart to a dragon, but I was.

Therapy talks with Lok-Oblaan-Vul, every Friday and Saturday from noon to three.

“The Vulcan Clan? They live on an island a few miles north of here. They’re the only vampires I know of that have taken prisoners.” She spoke hopefully. My jaw dropped.

“Near here?”

“Yes, but the sea is frozen and during the summer, the waves are rough. Countless boats crash against my cliffs.” She explained.

“I just need to get out there and get her! Are they there right now?” I asked her. She shook her head slightly.

“No, Onik Gein. They left. Their smell was on the south wind. It was heavy with vampire scent and joor smell. If I am right, their feed-subs have left the castle.” She arched her eyebrow. I gasped.

“They escaped! I have to find them!” I jumped up, but she held me back with one claw.

“It is foolish to go out there Onik Gein, the wind blows hard. It will knock you off the cliff. Your rope won’t save you then! The winter frosts set in as we speak. Wait until tomorrow or the day after.” She told me gently. I don’t think Lok-Oblaan-Vul would eat me, but as I looked back up to her maw, I saw that she could snap if she wanted to.

I don’t think I really had a choice.

Notes

Wow! This is a long chapter. Sorry 'bout that, but at least I got another update in!

Stay beautiful, Wolves!