The Blinding Fog.
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The hair on Rhineas’s hand raised suddenly, and something inside of him alerted about the evil approaching him. A strong revulsion slithered from his stomach to his throat.
The wind changed its direction and defied their flight as if revolting against them. Even the majestic dragon’s mighty wings couldn’t resist opposing gush of the wind at their direction. As unfurled her wings and flattened it to shield the whip of the wind. It blew her back.
A loud and hoarse shrill tore the whoosh of the thick wind and panic broke in amongst the sea lords. Alistair twisted his head to find a man falling down through the clouds. Jiua began to flip against the wind.
‘Hold tight!’ Alistair yelled.
Rhineas grasped around the horn extending from Jiua’s forehead.
‘Find a strong grip.’ He said, ‘hold my me, Alistair.’
Alistair wrapped his arms around Rhineas and the sea lords imitated him. They linked themselves around each other and Rhineas bore their weight on himself. He could feel getting pulled down. He didn’t let his grip go soft. He tried to keep it strong but the weight of was more than he thought.
Rhineas’s felt getting stretched from is waist. The coarseness of Jiua’s horn peeled the skin from his palms and his arms might get cleft from his body from the yank.
Jiua get your balance. Rhineas’s thoughts screamed.
They hung on Jiua’s back as if dangling from a steep holding a rope.
Jiua roared in angst and fury. She curled her wings back and dived down like an arrow cleaving through the wind. The impact of Jiua’s dive threw Rhineas, Alistair and the sea lord forth, her scales cutting through the men’s body. Alistair had his armour to prevent the cuts, and Rhineas didn’t even get a scratch from the dragon.
Alistair noticed it and he had no uncertainty about Rhineas. The Dragon could never harm the Ignysreon who shall be taken as the ward to the flaming throne by lord Emone. The teachings of his younghood flashed in his mind. He had been around Edgard enough to know everything about the Ignysreons.
Jiua opened her wings again and floated in the sky, relapsing into a smooth flight.
‘We should have never climbed the dragon.’ One of the sea lords prompted.
‘We are the children of ocean and the skies doesn’t favour us.’ The other agreed.
‘Shut up, will you?’ Rhineas shouted from the front as he tried to consume Jiua’s thoughts.
Rhineas tried to read Jiua’s mind.
What’s happening, please tell me. Recited his thoughts.
The descendants of Zohua, my lord. Jiua replied.
'The descendants of Zohua?' Rhineas wondered out loud, loud enough for Alistair to listen.
He doesn't want any of the sea lords to listen and cause a panic.
‘It is Edgard…,’ Alistair muttered to Rhineas, ‘… he had summoned the descendants from the realm of night.’
‘What do we do now?’ Rhineas asked.
‘Nothing, we are no match for them, boy.’ He laughed.
Rhineas scowled at Alistair’s statement keeping his gaze fixated ahead in the blue mists.
The mists began to get thicker than it was before and the air thinner. It got difficult to breath, they heaved for the breaths, some of them coughed to get the dry cold mist out of their throats.
The mist encompassed them from all the side, stealing their eye sight.
‘Pray.’ Alistair bowled at Rhineas, ‘boy, pray to the god.’
‘To which?’
‘Isn’t it obvious?’ Alistair’s voice reeked of irritation and fright.
Before Rhineas could react, a claw emerged from the mist. It was coming to get them.
A claw of mist.
Maybe we could fly through it?
We cannot. Rhineas heard Jiua’s thoughts.
The dragon flew straight ahead into the claw.
‘What are you doing, boy…,’ Alistair yelled, ‘… don’t be silly.’
‘Where else do we have to go, can’t you see we are surrounded.’ Rhineas grumbled.
The ocean below had disappeared and so did the starry sky above. A while back the sky appeared as free and pleasant. Rhineas felt the king of the sky. He felt unstoppable on the back of the dragon.
Is it really the deed of my father? Does he want me dead? Rhineas wondered aimlessly.
He had to think about something at this very instance or else the claw is going to tear them in thousands of shards.
This isn’t the deed of your father, my lord. Jiua’s thoughts enchanted in his head.
Even though claw is looked merely like a blue cloud which on any normal occasion would not occur as threatening as it does now.
He pulled out his sword without thinking and hoped the fire would be with him and burn these evil lurking in the clouds into ashes.
‘What in the name of Emone you doing, boy.’ Alistair face devastated from witnessing Rhineas’s imbecility, ‘… riding a dragon won’t make you a match for divinity.’
‘I don’t know.’ Rhineas shouted through the whirring wind, ‘… but we cannot give without a fight. If we die here, we will die fighting a god.’
Alistair had never been afraid of dying he had mocked death plenty of times and came escaped from its clutches. He shouldn’t be afraid of this vague misty claw, but he was afraid of dying without knowing how does it feel to hold your child. He may have to battles the divines and survive to hold his daughter. He can't leave his daughter in an oblivion.
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