My eyes just opened a sliver, to reveal Realm standing there. My brother. The sunlight sneaked through my green curtains covering the window, and gave off a soft, green light glowing off of him. He brushed his messy brown hair out of his cold-looking silver eyes. He stood there looking rather tall with his large leather armor, and helmet. I took a quick look at his holster, showing a broad metal short sword that had saved my life too many times to remember. On his back, he always had a battleaxe that was a replacement for his sword, when that doesn’t save me.
“Rise and shine, my brother,” He said with his crisp, loud voice. I put on my own leather armor. It took me about five minutes to get out of bed and fully dressed.
“Today’s the big day,” Realm said confidently.
“Huh?” I said, dumbfounded.
“Oh, right, wyvern riding, you and me,” I said, feeling even more stupid.
I don’t like wyverns. I can never trust them. Well, I could never trust them two suuls ago. I can never understand why the call it suuls. I know a bit of human tongue, and I think it’s “weeks”. Anyway, but two suuls ago, a wyvern attacked WindWell village, off to the north. It killed three people and destroyed all of the homes. And now, I have to learn how to ride on one.
“We’ll hike to the camp nearest to Flag Mountain,” Realm said.
“We’ll take the South path to the back of the mountain, it’s a shorter walk than the North path,” Realm said again. Gulp. I also heard there was unspeakable danger.
“Isn’t that path dangerous?” I asked.
“Just a few nasty creatures, that’s all,” he replied.
“W-what about G-gnargs? The whole south r-region is Gnarg territory,” I studered. I hated Gnargs. They’re intelligent stinky lizards, who, only care about owning territory. But they’re at the top of the list of causes of death, in the south region. I really hope Realm was changing his mind.
“Well, A couple stinking lizards can’t do much,” Realm said. Oh great. He opened the creaky metal door. We lived in the “Crossroads” which was a small village that lives right on the North, South, East, and West paths. They all lead into a different region. The South path leads to the South region. The North path leads to Nanoo region. The East path leads to Eaon region, and the West path lead to Weeve region. I walked outside and tasted the dry desert air. In the South region, there is forest. Gnargs prefer to live in the treetops, so they can drop down and ambush their prey. Us. As we walked I could hear the soft pact gravel crunch beneath our feet. A slight breeze brushed past our faces. Wait, a breeze? I’ve never encountered a breeze here. That forced my head to look up.
What I saw, was a wyvern. I could see the deep green scales sail over our heads. It pumped its wings effortlessly. It soared across the thermals in the air gracefully. It was fairly large and fat.
It landed on the ground with a thump. Smoke puffed out of its nose. Dirt kicked up all around it and clouded its body. When it cleared, the wyvern looked at me with its dark red eyes. That moment felt like a long time. I had this… strange feeling. A Zan walked by. A Zan had a human figure, but had a squid-like face. Long tentacles bounced and jiggled as it walked by. When it saw the wyvern, a look of terror shot across its blue face. The wyvern whipped around, targeting the Zan. It tried running but the wyvern was too fast. The wyvern lashed its tail around, hitting the Zan, hard. The poor Zan was out cold, and the wyvern lugged over to it. It gripped the body with its razor-talons and took off. That just showed, what a wyvern was capable of doing. Swell.
“Having second thoughts, my brother?” Realm chuckled. Yeah, I was.
“We should head off, for it is getting darker by the second,” Realm said.
So we walked to the very start of the south path. As we walked I could notice the lush trees sway, and more and more would show up. The breeze was very cool now, because we were getting closer to the south region.
We could now see the entrance to the dangerous South jungle.
As we got closer I noticed the bulky South guards. The guards were meant to keep out the terrifying creatures that lurk deep in this jungle. They carried a rather large bow with steel-tip arrows. A knife was kept incase the enemy got close range.
Over the sound of all the swaying trees, I could hear a slight rustle. The sound came from the treetops above. A thin path marked by stones guided the way to the back of Flag Mountain. A figure dropped down on the path, barely making any noise, behind the guards. What I saw was a Gnarg creeping up behind them. Its purple scales glimmered in the sunlight. It was foaming at the mouth, with barbaric looking eyes. Well, maybe its eyes looked barbaric because it was. It opened its mouth again, to show rabbis, and a-whole-lotta pencil sized fangs.
The guard on the left noticed this rabid lizard, and shouted
“GNARG!”
The guard on the right instantly looked behind to reveal the Gnarg…pouncing. It flew toward the guy, but his bud was already on it. He pulled an arrow from his stock, loaded it, and fired. It nailed the Gnarg in the side, before it had lunch. The guard walked to it and looked at it bleeding to death. With a quick movement, he pulled a knife out from his holster, flipped it in his hand, and impaled the Gnarg in the back of the head. With a last sigh, the lizard died. The guards acted like nothing happened, and took their positions again. We walked up to the path.
Our journey to the wyverns domain begins.
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