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One big author's note:
Thank you so much for choosing this story! This fanfic is one of my firsts, but I've got a storyline that hopefully you'll find interesting.
Here's some notes.
Calypso is 19, almost 20.
Good ol' Krogan is 25 or so.
Viggo is 25 as well.
Italics and stuff don't appear on ao3, so it might be confusing. Check out my original story on Wattpad, it's much easier to read (under same name @ViggoYougo).
Also, Viggo will appear in Chapter 2! Yess!! But don't skim-read chapter 1 because...it's kind of important, and I didn't write 5,000 words just for nothing.
If you have any story ideas, or predictions, feel free to comment/send them to me.
All right. I hope you enjoy reading it, because I really enjoyed writing it.
Read on!
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I pant, my eyes straining through the fog. My lungs feel like they're full of smoke, and I can barely breathe. But that doesn't matter.
My gods, what if I'm too late?
I shove aside a fellow villager standing in my way, pushing past people without a thought. I frantically scan the different faces until I burst into the village's gathering space, a square of sand with a well. Mordekai is there, and our father, the chief, has his hand proudly on my older brother's shoulder.
My brother is feeding some sort of bluish liquid to a young desert thistle, a fast, sprinting dragon that has done no harm to our village. The thistles rarely trust humans, and I wonder what my brother did to get this one here.
The whole village is watching him, proud that he had overcome his childish hatred for dragons. The chief's son was feeding the winged creature, for gods sake. He wouldn't get that close if he hated them, right? Wrong.
I knew better.
But the dragon did not.
"Stop!" I gasp, but my words come out in a raspy scream, scaring the villager in front of me. The man cries out in alarm, startling Mordekai from his focus. He fumbles and drops the jug, which breaks and shatters on the ground.
I lean forward. A sickly, sweet smell fills the air, the contents of the jug released. I freeze in place. I knew that smell well. After all, I helped Mordekai make it.
My brother tries to clean up the remains, but my father has already caught wind of it. His olive face turns pale, and he turns to his son in shock. In my eyes, though, all I see is a look of betrayal.
"Blue oleander?" the chief hisses furiously. "You gave the dragon blue oleander??"
Mordekai shrinks back from his father, and I am furious. He knows what he has done. His unnecessary meanness was on purpose!
Mordekai fumbles to make an excuse, or a lie, but my father is at his end, pushed to the limits of his mercy. He pulls back his right fist and backhands Mordekai across his face with a sickening crack.
Blood splatters across the ground. The village gasps, surprised by the display of violence.
"Holy–" I'm shocked senseless. The villagers don't even dare to breathe.
Mordekai falls to the ground, clutching his face with a strangled scream.
The chief is frozen in place, staring at his son with wide, horrified eyes.
But then, I hear a sound. Drip, drip, drip.
Red droplets fall from my father's left hand, specifically his ornate chief ring, to the ground.
Drip, drip, drip.
The village gasps again, horrified.
I push through the crowd, not even thinking, what is happening?
It's too hot, why did father...Mordekai?
I stumble over to my brother's side. He's turned to the ground, hands covering his face, crimson blood running down them. I glance fearfully at my father, but he's looking at his bloody hand in shock, his mind not present.
I grip my brother's torso and bring him to his feet. Words of consolement fall out of my mouth, but I'm just focusing on getting him out of here.
He follows my lead, and we leave the smells of poison and blood.
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Calypso slowly opened her eyes.
Harsh light filtered through the gaps in her hut's walls (it was likely midday), warming her room and making it impossible for her to go back to sleep. Not that the chief would have allowed it, anyway.
"Calypso! You're up." The man hunched over in front of her grunted. He swung around, scooting his chair back. His short hair was braided and hung down his head, and his thin beard was cropped to perfection. He was a man of order. He was her father.
"I'm...still in bed, Father," Calypso pointed out. She earned an eye roll, and she giggled. The smile immediately faded when she forced herself to stumble out of bed to her father's side.
The chief revealed a plant on his desk. He was a healer, not a fighter, and he specialized in different types of plants and herbs. The plant on his desk was blue, contrasting the sharp pink that he always kept in a pot on his desk.
"Oleander," her father explained, though Calypso had already known the name. "A merchant sold it at the shores, and I could not resist!"
Calypso smiled at her father's excitement over a plant. But oleander, especially one of that color, didn't grow locally near her village. "Blue oleander, huh?" She extended her arms and leaned to the side, stretching her sore muscles. "That's the one poisonous to dragons?"
"Yes. I had to make sure there weren't any of the creatures nearby when I brought it home."
Calypso gazed at her feet. Her voice came softly, "I'm surprised you bought it at all."
The chief sighed. Gently, he took his daughter's chin into his hands and directed her gaze at his face. "His actions were not the plant's fault," he said kindly. His, Calypso noted. He couldn't even say his name. He dropped his hold and took her hand in his. "Blue oleander is not evil. That nature depends on the person who uses it, and in his case, abuses it."
Calypso looked away. "I guess..."
"You are plagued by his actions, Calli. That was weeks ago, and he is not here now. Don't let him control your life, young daughter." The chief stood up abruptly, moving to the door. "I must go. The village is having a meeting."
A meeting? She hadn't heard any word about a meeting. But she trusted her father. If she was not to be there, then she would not go.
"Of course, Father."
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The chief hurried into the Townsman hut, named after his great uncle. A man of peace, of honesty, a man that he modeled himself after.
"Chief," a man greeted with solemn eyes. The villager pulled the strings of beads back that served as a door.
"Caedman," the chief responded. "Do not look so down, my friend."
Caedman's eyes narrowed. "Matters concerning your son should not be taken with a light heart."
The chief stared at him, not knowing what to say. Words failed him, so he brushed past his advisor into the hut.
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Calypso kicked a rock, her mind far away. There weren't many things in the village, and she was afraid of those things anyway. Boredom was a normal occurrence for Calypso, so the plan was to just keep walking.
She passed the Healers hut. The healer, a man named Althos, was outside, preparing to leave his home for the mysterious meeting.
Calypso shied away, using other passing villagers as cover. It wasn't that she hated the man–in fact, he was one of the kindest villagers and acted normal to her, especially after her brother's poison fiasco. But she was distrusting of the kindness he placed in her, and she didn't want to mess up and have him hate her, too. She kept Althos at arm's distance so he couldn't hurt her, and she couldn't hurt him.
So she continued on, keeping her eyes glued to the sandstone tiles. She tried to stay unnoticed, but her unusually dark hair made it impossible.
Several kids saw her and ran away screaming, calling her stupid names like "Poison Master" and "Stinky Flower Lady." She found their creativity hilarious, but the intention behind the names hurt, even though they were kids and kids are kids.
Calypso sighed. She still wasn't used to this treatment, and it seemed the village was just getting started.
Two boys, about the same age as her, were lounging in the shade until they caught a glimpse of the infamous girl. One was a nobody, but the other used to have feelings for Calypso. That all changed, especially with the boredom caused by the summer heat.
"Hey, Calypso!" the boys called.
"Calli, Calli, Calli! Got any flowers for me?"
Calypso hurried along, cheeks burning with shame.
"Hey, look up! Lemme see your pretty face!"
The boy shoved his friend. "Shuddup! She's gonna poison you if you see her face...but she so ugly that might kill you first!"
They roared in laughter.
Calypso clenched her fists. She just wanted to punch both of them where it hurt, but that would've worsened her already bad reputation. Just keep walking...
But the taunts didn't stop. Several villagers passed her, saw her being mocked, and hurried along. They were torn, not knowing what to do, and they definitely didn't want to make that hard decision.
I can't take it. I have to go, I have to go!
She sprinted, as fast as she could, then cut between two huts. The paper thin material swayed in her wake.
The boy hollered after her, "Hope the village banishes your freak of a brother! Hey, maybe the chief too!"
The other boy chuckled. "Can't believe we can't go to that meeting..."
Meeting. Well, that cleared up a lot of questions. Her face was still burning, so she decided to keep walking.
She felt ashamed for running away. She should have at least said something, right? Her father was the village's chief, for Thor's sake! Anger bubbled up in her chest, along with self-pity.
It's so unfair. She clenched her fists. Mordekai poisoned the dragon, not me! I'm the one who stopped him!
But in her heart she understood the villagers' emotions, even the two boys' as well. The village has always been one of peace, and having an enemy was almost unheard of. Hatred came more naturally than forgiveness, and anger took many unreasonable forms. The villagers couldn't direct their anger and confusion at Mordekai–he was gone. And they certainly couldn't be angry with the chief. So Calypso was the natural choice.
The village knew of Calypso's and Mordekai's bond, and perhaps they figured that Calypso had the same violent ideas as her brother. She snorted and rolled her eyes. Right. If I'm poisoning a freaking dragon, I'm not doing it in front of the whole village. Especially not in front of the chief.
At the very least the villagers were distrusting of her. Their children mocked her, not even knowing why. It was horrible, but Calypso understood it. There was an explanation.
It still hurt, though.
She sighed, releasing her clenched fists. It was confusing, yes, but the whole village was confused. And it was all Mordekai's fault.
Speaking of my dear brother...She recalled the boy's words about a meeting. They were discussing news about Mordekai, and it would definitely provide some answers.
Is he dead? she suddenly thought, freezing in place. The village could've held a meeting in the past weeks, so why now? She gritted her teeth. I have to find out.
There was no way she was going to face the villagers now, not when she was afraid of a total breakdown in front of them. No, she needed to be strong.
Her lip quivered at those words, and she pushed her tears away. Gods almighty, not now!
But a memory surfaced, and she was drowned in remembrance of the last time she saw her brother.
"They can't make me into someone I'm not. I will not let them."
My brother's cold, hazel eyes bear into mine, though his right eye is covered by a cloth, hiding the gash where our father struck him. His gaze has always unnerved me, but the intensity in which he stares brings a shiver down my spine.
"Mordekai..." I whisper, grasping my brother's olive hand with my own. He was strong, but he had never used his strength to harm me.
He wrenches his arm away painfully. "Don't call me Mordekai," he snarls. "That's not my name." He looks away. "I am not my father's son."
"Yes, you are!" I argue. "Stop being stupid! Please, you can't go! You can't leave me!"
Mordekai, despite the situation, grins. "Selfish thoughts," he muses. "I taught you well, it seems."
I flinch from my brother's words. How could he say that? He taught me so much more than selfish thoughts. But I don't say anything--I can't.
After a moment of thinking, he says, "Perhaps you could come with me." A genuine smile graces his features. "Yes, we could roam the world together! You and me."
"Mor-"
The smile vanishes. "I will not stay here. It is not an option." He glances away, his lip twitching. "Besides, the village has made it clear how they feel about me."
"You tried to kill a dragon!" I burst out. "It was bad enough that you hunted them behind the village's–behind father's–back, but trying to poison one in front of the whole village?" I throw up my hands. "And with father's blue oleander, no less! You were insane, a-and horrible!"
I regret my words the moment they leave my mouth. Mordekai stares at me, eyes wide. He looks at me in utter betrayal.
"How dare you," he whispers. His face is lit with fury. "How dare you!" he shrieks.
I shrink back. "Brother, I'm sorry! I didn't–"
"Shut up!" he roars. "I thought you were on my side! You traitor! If you weren't my own sister, I would have cut you down where you stand." His eyes narrow. "Perhaps I should."
My blood turns cold, my heartbeat jumps. I have always known how volatile, how violent my brother was. But his wrath is turned on me this time. "I-I'm sorry."
He laughs, sounding choked. "Don't be!" He chuckles hysterically. "You've made it clear how you really feel about me. I'm. Leaving."
I stand as still as a statue as he shoves past me, not even turning to watch him go. Fear shakes my body, all because of a monster I once called my brother.
Calypso's eyes snapped back to the present. She was shaking badly.
Her father's words come back to her about being plagued by her brother, by his actions. Well, Mordekai wouldn't have run off if Father hadn't hurt him...hadn't hit him.
Things would've been different.
I have to go to the meeting.
Calypso took a deep, shaky breath, then started running towards the Sands.
The Sands were a merciless place on the outskirts of her village. Away from the water, it had turned dry and barren, a wasteland to all that took refuge there.
Calypso figured that she could run through it, behind the huts and the villager's eyes, and eavesdrop on the village's meeting. She had ventured through the Sands before. It was no big deal.
Running on the outskirts of the huts, she followed an imaginary line that ran all the way around the village. Before long she cleared the village and crossed the imaginary line into the Sands. Instantly, the temperature rose, drawing sweat from her body. This phenomenon fascinated her, and she couldn't understand how crossing just a few steps into this place made such a difference.
I suppose that describes many of life's moments, she mused. The point of no return. Fascinating. Then: Focus, you idiot!
She hurried through the Sands, her modified shoes allowing the sand to slip out and making it easier for her to cross. But it still burned like a thousand suns, and each step was one of agony.
"I have to find out what's going on," she said through gritted teeth. With a spur of determination, she quickened her pace. Before long, she realized that she was near Townsman hut, where the meeting was held, so she slowed down and crossed back into village territory. The temperature was instantly cooler, and she stopped to catch her breath.
Her ears picked up on some loud voices. She followed them and found Townsman hut, crouching down and pressing her ear to the thin walls. She was able to hear without a problem.
There was some chatter before she heard a distinct voice: the village healer, Althos. "So your son has left our lands?"
Her father's strong voice answered, "Yes. The surviving merchants saw him on a boat a few days ago." Surviving. After Mordekai had poisoned and killed the desert thistle, the dragons in the Sands had turned against the village, mainly attacking incoming traders. Not many merchants sold their goods here anymore, not willing to risk their lives. The chief's voice cracked with sadness. "The merchants said he looked exactly like me."
Murmured, unsettling words were passed between the villagers. Calypso frowned herself, understanding where the village was coming from. Yes, the chief's son was well, but he was also a dangerous man who brought a war to their peaceful home. Should the village be happy that Mordekai did not die?
Calypso didn't know how to feel about that.
The chief continued. "The merchants said Mordekai's boat was heading in the direction of the Archipelago."
There was a collective shiver. The Archipelago was home to filthy, dangerous outlaws and bandits. The dangers of those lands was precisely why Calypso's tribe secluded themselves and made a home in the desert. And if Mordekai sailed there, thought Calypso, who knows what trouble he's in!
The villagers, however, did not share the same sentiments. One of the farmers shouted, "Good riddance! He deserves to die a bloody death! Why, just yesterday some dragons took my older sister and flew away with her!" The man paused. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining."
The chief just sighed. Calypso felt the same, but her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a small growl.
"What–" She spun around, trying to find the thing that made that noise. It sounded like a dragon–oh Thor. Thor almighty.
In front of her was a dragon. It was a smaller one, definitely a hatchling, and was making small mews. She jolted back, recognizing the sounds immediately.
A sand wraith! she realized in alarm. What's it doing here?
The sand wraiths lived in the Sands but had never ventured into the village. They were highly intelligent dragons, making them highly dangerous, and the village had passed a law banning all contact with these dragons.
Yet there was one in front of her. Calypso cautiously moved forward, peering at the struggling creature in curiosity.
It stared back at her, mewing even more, then moved towards her, limping. But one of its rear legs collapsed on itself, and the sand wraith fell to the ground. It gave a sad moan.
"Whoa!" Calypso whispered in alarm. She quickly moved to it, inspecting him with a critical eye.
The sand wraith's pointed, flat snout immediately pressed into her body. The dragon's scales were the colors of a precious ruby, covering all but the small horns protruding out of its body.
Calypso gasped at the contact. She froze in place as the little dragon nuzzled its head into her side, mewing pitifully all the while.
"Hey there," she whispered in awe. A quick inspection proved that the dragon was a male, and he was beautiful. It seemed like a blazing sun was contained in the body of this creature.
The dragon released a small puff of smoke from his nostrils, and Calypso laughed.
"I'm Calypso," she said. Remembering the dragon's collapse, she reached out and tried to inspect his leg. But the moment her fingers grazed it the dragon roared and crawled back, his leg sticking in the air and twitching.
"Shh!" she hissed, quickly leaning forward to inspect him. She gasped, "Your leg! It's hurt!"
Unfortunately, the villagers had heard the sand wraith's roar through the walls and sprang to their feet. "There's a dragon nearby!" the chief shouted.
Calypso stared at the quivering creature on the ground, small and pitiful. Her heart melted at the sight, and she carefully scooped him up into her arms. "It's okay, buddy. I'll get you help," she whispered. The dragon hissed in pain and buried his head into her chest. Calypso gripped him a little tighter, then ran into the Townsman hut.
"Father!" she said, bursting into the hut. She quickly scanned the faces until she found the chief's. "I found a dragon just outside, and he's wounded. He needs help, quickly."
The chief jumped up from his position on the ground. "A dragon?"
"Yes!" Calypso shifted so that he could get a look at the body, and the top of the head.
The villagers saw the sand wraith in Calypso's arms and gasped, frightened. They knew the dangers of this powerful creature, and knew the consequences of interacting with it.
Calypso's father gasped, looking fearful. "Calypso!"
Men and women panicked, shuffling back into each other, trying to get away from the beast in front of them.
One man attempted to jab his staff at the dragon, but his thin arms failed him, and the staff clattered to the ground. The man had a pale face, unlike her own olive-skinned one. His ragged beard was never cut, and he insisted on never bathing. Calypso's face twisted in hatred at the man.
He shrieked loudly, "A wraith?! You fool!" He wailed in despair. "You've doomed us all! Kill it, kill it! Hurry!"
The villagers were shocked by his outburst, yet they did not dismiss his words. Men and women discussed this frantically with each other in loud whispers.
"What?" Calypso cried, trying to be heard over the noise. "No! The little dragon's hurt, and we need to help it!"
"Silence!" the chief yelled suddenly. A hush immediately fell. "We will not harm this creature," he said firmly. "We respect it. Harming it will bring harm to us."
At his words, the sand wraith raised its small head. His beady eyes locked onto the chief's face. The dragon recognized this man as a figure of authority–a leader. His eyes narrowed, and he memorized the man's face before laying his head down on the girl's arm.
The chief continued, directing his words to the village healer. "Althos, bring the dragon into the Healing hut. Take care of its wounds." He looked back at his people. "We will decide what to do with it after it has been healed."
Calypso was relieved. She followed Althos out of the hut, the dragon giving one more mew as they left.
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"A sand wraith, Calypso?" Althos questioned, though not unkindly. He chuckled. "I'm not surprised. Your discoveries are always remarkable."
"Uh-huh." After a thought she added, "Thanks."
Althos glanced at her and smiled. He then looked at the dragon in her arms, his smile fading. "Just how injured is he?"
"He was limping when I found him," she explained. "Everything seemed fine, except for his leg."
Althos nodded. "Alright. Unfortunately, the Healing hut is, erm, occupied by my sleeping sister, and if I bring a young squealing dragon there will be no healer in this village, if you get my drift."
Calypso smiled, laughing a bit. "'Death by sister.' Has a nice ring to it."
Althos laughed. "Don't tell her that."
Calypso smiled, then frowned. She looked at the dragon in her arms. "But where can you take care of him, then?"
"I'm...not sure."
Calypso thought for a moment, then suggested, "What about the Resources hut? Extra herbs are stored there, and the meal preparation tables are big enough for the sand wraith."
"Hmm. A fine idea. We must hurry, then."
Calypso glowed at the praise, then followed Althos.
They entered the Resources hut and made their way to the back where the food was kept. After lighting several torches, Calypso dropped the sand wraith on the table and went to help Althos find the right herbs and supplies.
"What are you looking for?" she asked, waving the torch around so they could see better. Helping was in her blood, it seemed, and that drive was enough to overcome her conflicted thoughts about Althos. She was thankful for it.
"Some herbs to relieve the pain." Althos dropped to a crouch, scanning the shelves. He let out a dissatisfied hum, then stood up and faced her. "I have to go to my hut and get a bandage, and a splint. But I can't find any herbs that would work."
Calypso shook her head. "A Spindle Cactus fruit would work better than herbs. I mean...in my opinion."
"Then find that. I'll be back." Althos left, leaving Calypso alone with the dragon. She quickly located a cactus fruit in a basket.
Thump!
She glanced around, finding that the dragon had managed to tip over a barrel of fish.
"Hey, no!" she yelled, running to him while waving her arms. "Not the fish! Anything but the fish!" She pondered the absurdity of her words to an outsider and felt the need to explain. "It only comes once every four months, and it's very hard to get!" She shooed the dragon away from it, and he leapt back from her reach with a snarl.
She stopped and peered at him in alarm. "Hold on." Her eyes narrowed. "How did you get off the table? And how did you walk to the fish barrels?" And he just jumped back. He's literally crouching on all four legs right now!
Two voices entered the hut, speaking in angry tones: the healer's and the chief's.
"Father?" Calypso said hesitantly.
The chief met her eyes and paused, angry.
Althos shook his head. "She was doing what she thought was right. Would you rather she left the dragon to die, or let the dragon suffer a fate that her brother would have given if he was in her place?
The chief winced. "You're right." He stood next to his daughter and squeezed her shoulder in apology, then peered down at the sand wraith. "Seems fine to me. Are you sure his leg was injured?"
"Yeah, about that..." she trailed off. The dragon's spines were straight up, a growl forming in his throat. His scales glowed a dangerous red. "...What's it doing?"
The sand wraith's eyes flickered to the barrel of fish. The two humans were in the way of it. He raised his head and let out a deafening roar, and released a plume of sand-fire at the chief and his daughter.
"No!" The chief shoved Calypso away, but the sand-fire found its mark and hit him straight in the face. Another blast from the wraith hit him in the chest.
The chief let out an agonizing wail as his clothes caught on fire, burning him alive. His face was burnt beyond recognition, and he collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.
"Father!" Calypso screamed. Althos rushed to his chief's side, looking helplessly lost.
The dragon let out two sharp, high-pitched yelps, sounding like he was injured.
A distress call!
Calypso, blinded with rage, grabbed a cutting knife and brought it down upon the dragon. He jumped out out of the way, but the edge of the knife nicked his snout, drawing a considerable amount of blood. The dragon hissed with pain, pawing at his face.
Before she could try anything else, two furious roars echoed close to them, stopping all of them where they stood.
By the gods.
Then, screaming. Yells of panic and pain pierced through the night skies as two roaring dragons laid fire onto the village.
Booms shook the ground. Calypso stumbled, nearly dropping the torch in her hand. Frantic, she looked around, trying to find her father. Instead, she saw the dragon bounding to the fish barrel, then gorging himself happily.
The sand wraith brought did all that for fish?
Another boom shook the earth, smoke wafting through the walls and the open door. Calypso forgot about the dragon in an instant, screaming, "Father!"
"Calypso!" a raspy voice answered. Althos! She stumbled towards him, peering through the dark with the light of her torch. She found the healer and her father together.
"Are you okay? What happened? The dragon hit you and I couldn't find you and–"
She stopped, staring at her father's rigid, unmoving body. His skin was charred black. The smell of burnt flesh was unbearable.
"No..." she croaked.
Althos looked up at her, tears streaming down his cheek. The sounds of the dragon chewing fish was distantly heard. "I'm sorry. I couldn't save him."
It wasn't your fault. But she did not speak. Grief and shock closed in around her like death's hold. She struggled to breathe.
He...can't be dead...
So why isn't he moving?
Calypso didn't even realize tears were falling from her eyes.
And she didn't realize the torch was falling from her hand.
"Gods," Calypso sobbed. "He can't be dead!"
Althos eyes widened as he caught sight of the small fire. "Calypso–"
She broke, running towards her father and collapsing next to him, gripping his lifeless body and shaking. "Wake up! WAKE UP!"
"Calypso!"
"Father!" she screamed, dissolving into wails.
A loud crack was heard above them. Althos' eyes shot up, panicking when he realized the roof was collapsing. Flames were licking at the paper-thin material, heating up the building. They had to get out of here.
Althos coughed, eyes stinging from the smoke. "We have to go."
Calypso didn't hear him, so he picked her up, ignoring her thrashing limbs that struck him painfully. He could hardly draw a single breath, and he doubted she was doing any better.
He stumbled past the small dragon who was hissing at the fish (which had caught on fire), having half a mind to kick the creature into the wall. But he had to get Calypso out of here.
The dragon spun around and, upon spotting them, let out another roar in distress. He was answered by two deafening bellows: his parents.
Althos ignored it and forged on, and before long they were out of the burning hut, hacking smoke from his lungs. The moment the night air hit him they collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
A long, loud creeeeak came from the Resources hut, and in a burst of flames it collapsed on itself. Althos shielded his face with his arm, hoping that Calypso would do the same.
Fire licked at his raw skin. Althos gasped in agony, eyes watering from the pain. He suddenly felt someone at his side, hauling him up and screaming something.
Calypso was there, her arm burning with pain, but she pushed on and nearly dragged the healer away from the inferno. The night air was thick with smoke, so she dragged the two of them away from the burning village and into the Sands.
The air turned heavy, the temperature hotter. They were nearly clear when a sand wraith landed in front of them, growling with malicious intent.
The mother!
Calypso shoved Althos off of her, then punched the dragon across the face. It reared back, shocked senseless about what happened. The dragon shook its head and bared its teeth, but the humans were gone.
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Author's Note:
Wow, so that happened! Yes, Calypso just punched a dragon in the face. Ever heard of it? Anyways, Viggo will come into the story in the next chapter, so...yesss.
Thanks for reading this little story. Please leave a comment, cause I want to know if people are actually reading this ;)
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