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| Muoja raced ahead of him, chasing after a small untamed Daemon. Grayio raced after her, his bow clutched in his hand as he ducked under the branches of the overhanging trees. Suddenly, he saw a large Draco Daemon landed in the open clearing. Grayio armed his bow and started carefully towards the clearing. It was know that most Daemon Reclaimers with a Draco were evil, but this Draco was different from the rest. He stepped through the bushes, glaring at the pair. "Call off your Daemon, Milady, and you shalt not be harmed," He called. "My what?" Jaria asked, looking at him, a puzzled look plastered on her face. "I think he means me," Alaokyt crooned. "The beast speaks!" He exclaimed. "Yes, the beast speaks," Aalokyt growled, "and if you don't put down that bow, I'll be forced to do something drastic." The man lowered his bow, "You be one powerful Daemon Reclaimer, Milady. Your beast speaks, and it is larger than the average Draco Daemon." "What are you talking about?" Jaria sighed. "We're from Alskyr, and Aalokyt is my bond not a Daemon, whatever that is." "Alskyr?" The man sighed. "I am Grayio, Head Archer Spy of the Molier Clan and a Beginning Daemon Trainer." A small head poked out from behind Grayio. The little yellow muzzle of the animal nudged at Grayio's side as the animal shook nervously. |
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| "This is Muoja," Grayio said. "She is my Daemon. I hope to have her grow strong." Jaria smiled at the boy as Aalokyt whispered in her mind, He has great potential. I have figured out how to get back. It'll be risky though. We should bring him with us since I only have enough strength to do this once without it being fatal. Jaria nodded, "If you would like, you may return to Alskyr with us. Aalokyt says you have potential." "I do believe that would be wondeful, Milady," Grayio said, bowing to her. "Come along," Jaria said, "and be sure to hold onto Muoja tightly. I'm not sure what Aalokyt has in mind." *** As they appeared over Verita Island, Grayio clutched onto Muoja as Jaria screamed, "Aalokyt, in the name of the dragons, what was that?!" "I, um, teleported," Aalokyt sighed, exhausation tinging her voice. "Like Xeirth does." "He never..." "His T-power is stronger," Aalokyt crooned. "Let's land. I'm tired." "What was that?" Grayio whispered to Jaria. "Aalokyt teleported back since she wasn't sure which way to fly to get back," Jaria said, "and she's never trying that again." "Not for awhile, at least," Aalokyt crooned as she landed and crawled to her Caerlet. |
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| Grayio smiled as he watched Aalokyt, "She's not like any Draco I've seen before." "That's because she's not a Draco," Jaria said. "Come with me. My mom will explain everything." *** Grayio listened intently while Teranoma explained the wonders of this world called Alskyr. Muoja sat next to Grayio, staring up at Tera with her large white eyes. Tera smiled as she finished. "And I'm what you call a Caerlady. We lead the Caers or home of the air dragons," Tera said. "So, can you tell me about this young lady?" She said, looking down at Muoja. "She's my Daemon," Grayio said. "She's sort of like a battle partener or protector. I train her to make her stronger so she can help me fight the evil Daemon Masters." Tera laughed, "Well, we all have something to fight against. I'm afraid to say you're stuck here though. Aalokyt can't give our transport the directs to your world so we can't take you back." "It's quite all right, Milady," He said. "I would like to stay here and bond my own Draco...um, dragon." "I think that can be arranged," Tera said, smiling. "Where should we send him, Jaria?" "I'll have V'yan take him someplace special," Jaria sighed, grinning. *** Grayio had watched the whole hatching, and he was the only one left. You have been waiting long enough, Grayio, bespoke the blue still upon the sands, and now it is time for you to come and meet me. I do apologize for being so late... “... Amazing,” Grayio whispered, as the blue came to his side. No, Miracalth. But you knew that already, didn’t you? The pointed muzzle of the dragon pressed onto Grayio’s chest, and made him laugh. “I suppose I did!” Continue... |