Varheiman Myths: The Dragon And Her Fire

The Descendant.

Before Alistair could yell at Rhineas a sharp blistering screech deafened them and Alistair fell of his horse. It happened so fast in a moment. The next thing Rhineas knew was the black flash before his eyes and floating in the air hitting the branches of the trees as he fell down on the forest floor next to Alistair.

Jiua felt someone on her back. Someone who shouldn't be riding her taking her down crashing on the ground. It was all so sudden and abrupt neither of them had the time to fathom and make a move.

'What is that?' Rhineas groaned.

'Want to put a wager?' Alistair scowled.

Sanlysia followed them behind on her horse with her swords drew out and coated with inky blue slim like thing dripping down.

Rhineas stared astonishingly. 'Did you cut through that thing?'

Sanlysia smirked and said, 'you sluggish pests.'

Alistair didn't get even a slight offended looking at the grim on Alistair's face had annoyed Rhineas more than that thing which smashed him back amidst the thorny bushes.

A roared ripped the air again prickling through the ears.

Jiua shifted on her guard scouring her eyes desperately motivated to roast whoever appears in her sight.