" I need to get out of here, now."
Philomel answered between sobs as she prayed silently for a miracle.
" Ermm... Ok, Mel. I'll try my best, so please don't cry."
Amon promised even though he had no idea how he was going to make that happen. He silently wrecked his brain for an idea as he rubbed Philomel's back and bounced Little One with his other bleeding hand, not noticing that the pain had subsided or that Darzirak was frozen.
"Damn, what can clear this exit ?! Hey... didn't that baby dragon know how to do some sort of fireball? I bet that! That could do the trick! That's if the thing is still alive after battling the Behir and the Death Knight. Not to mention now that the Death Knight is back, no other monster would dare approach here so carelessly. "
Amon concluded and started whistling one note that kept increasing in tone. The sound resembles the cry of a kettle, the sound echoed throughout the tunnels for a moment before Amon ran out of breath.
*Thump thump thump thump*
The tunnel suddenly shook with the sound of something huge approaching.
" Sreeeeeeekkkk"
The creature squeaked as it ran up toward Amon and the team. Amon turned to see the baby dragon, feeling relieved he let out a breath that he didn't realize that he was holding. He smiled for a moment at the sight of the baby dragon before it turned into a frown as he wondered why wasn't the creature slowing down.
At the sight of the Baby Dragon not stopping Amon sucked that breath back in when he realized that, that thing couldn't see in the dark and had zero idea where it was going.
" Holy Cow!"
Amon yelled as he shielded Philomel and Little One with his body.
" Sreeeeeeeeeeeeeekkkk"
The yell of the baby dragon pounded in the whole team's ears and they came into impact with the baby dragon's feet. The Baby Dragon tripped on its own feet and was sent flying over Amon and toward the sealed exit.
A loud bang rang throughout the tunnels along with a high-pitched yelp from the Baby Dragon. Amon look up in shock just to notice that the creature's head was stuck in the sealed exit. He could feel the dragon's feet behind him moving backward, trying to get a good grip and pull its head out. Amon immediately herded Philomel out of the way as the Little Dragon placed all 4 of its feet against the sealed exit and begin pushing all its weight as it struggle to pull its head out. Its little tail whipped against the tunnels in a frenzy as if the Little Dragon believed that would help it get its head unstuck.
Suddenly a pop sound echoes and the dragon was sent flying backward and crashing into a wall of a tunnel. The whole area shook as the sound of falling rocks and sand shifted and moved. One moment they were stuck in darkness and the whole world was crumbling down around them in a roaring symphony, the next, everything was silent and they were flooded by the red evening glow of the sun that seeped in from the top of the sealed exit. A small little gap had opened up, allowing the fresh cool breeze to enter.
Everyone was blinded for a moment and blinked a couple of times at the sight before their eyes adjusted to the light. The cool breeze felt heavenly against their skins from the hot humid tunnel. It took Philomel and Amon a moment to realize that they were finally free. Philomel couldn't believe it at first and started wiping away her tears, thinking her tears were making her see illusions.
" Good job buddy! Very good job! Good Dragon! Good Dragon!"
Amon praised the creature as he patted the Little Dragon's nose. The Little Dragon was completely oblivious to what had happened but was extremely happy to receive Amon's happy excited sounds. Little One catching onto Amon's excitement started squealing as well. The more noise Amon made, the more Little One made which encouraged the Little Dragon to scream in excitement as well.
" Guys! We are on a clock here! Darzirak will break out soon and it's going to be minced Baby Dragon!"
Philomel reminded as soon as she snapped back to reality and started climbing up toward the exit.
" Ah! Right! Dragon, you stay here. Stay stay stay."
Amon repeated the command as he gestured and slowly backed away from the dragon. The Dragon was more interested in talking to Little One rather than listening to Amon's noise.
Even though Little One and the Dragon spoke in different tongues, they both understood the language of emotions. The Dragon was shocked that Little One found it and was asking how did Little One do it? Little One then started sharing Philomel being sad and the spell he was casting.
Amon and Philomel both had zero idea why they were making so much noise and focused on climbing up toward the exit.
" You think that they are communicating?"
Amon asked as he climbed down to Philomel on the other side. Philomel took in a deep breath of fresh air, enjoying the sunshine and the scenery of the forest all around them. Before turning back and watching for a moment the Baby Dragon stuck its head out of the hole in the sealed exit, squealing at Little One, and Little One squealing back at it.
" Probably not, both of them are just excited to see another who's around the same age and making noise to show their excitement."
Philomel stretched as she answered. Amon stumbled on his last steps as he climbed down and Philomel immediately moved to support him.
" You okay?"
She asked as she pulls his arm around her shoulders and support some of his weight.
" Yeah... just a little dizzy."
Amon blinked before shaking his head, trying to focus on where he was going.
" You're losing too much blood! Is Darzirak still trying to break out? How many seals are there left? "
Philomel questioned as she reached toward her pouches on her belt, and pulled out two potions from her pouch, both were healing potions. Philomel brought Amon toward a nearby tree and leaned him against it, before taking Little One from him and passing him the two potions. Amon slip one into his pocket and the other, Amon popped open and drank the potion. Immediately the bleeding stopped and smaller cuts and wounds around Amon's body healed.
" * Groans* Whoo!"
Amon shook his head and yelled as the icy cold potion flows down his throat. Amon was still very dizzy but now at least he wasn't losing any more blood. Unfortunately, that icy cold potion hits everywhere, causing Darzirak to shiver from the cold and wake him from his memory train of recollections.
" What the?!"
Darzirak stared in shock at the seals Amon had 3 seals were definitely broken but Amon's fingers were no longer bleeding, which mean he couldn't draw the summoning runes without breaking another seal. It wasn't a big deal but it would delay Darzirak's progress for just 8 minutes or less since now Darzirak regain his previous determination.
" Ah! *Groans*"
Amon held his right hand as it started stinging with much pain and trembling from Darzirak's demonic powers eating away at the second last seal.
" Among! Ok, come now! We need to put as much distance as we can between us and that baby dragon!"
Philomel voiced out as shouldered some of Amon's weight and started helping him down the muddy path through the forest. Little One suddenly climbed up onto Philomel's shoulder and started squealing as he reached out at the Baby Dragon who squealed as well.
Suddenly something hits Amon at the back of his head.
" Ow!"
Amon groaned as his hand flew to rub his head just to feel something roll down and slip into the collar of his shirt. His head quickly grabs it and pulls it out, holding up to his eye, he realized it was a weird-looking mud ball. It was dense, slightly firm, and all brown, it was like dark brown grass that's been rolled up with mud and had a herbal smell to it. Amon turned to look at the dragon who was leaping up and down, squealing at Amon with excitement. Little One leans over from Philomel's shoulder, grabbing Amon's hand and pushing the weird ball close to his lips.
" Looks like it gave food for you to remember it by."
Philomel guessed as she shifted under Amon's weight and adjusted Little One's legs around her neck so that he could ride on her shoulders.
" Well knowing that thing is young and a dragon. It probably isn't something edible to dark elves. "
Amon pointed out as he holds Little One hand away from his mouth.
" Bbbbbeeeeeedd... "
Little One frowned at Amon.
" I'm keeping it for later. In pocket. See in the pocket for later."
Amon informed as he showed Little One carefully. Little One leaned over with an outreached hand, wanting to take the ball back but Philomel quickly place a hand on his back to keep him from falling off her shoulders.
" Move up and down more. That would distract him from the ball."
Amon advised and Philomel started standing tall and hunching. Little One was a little confused at first but eventually started squealing and laughing.
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