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~~~Micaela, seventh-eighth moon, 276 AC~~~
~~~Sothoryos, Wyvern Point~~~
I was good, excellently good at doing everything I set my mind to, from making a potion to slaying that enemy I encountered, and I proved that from the first day I came into this world.
That day, when I felt for the first time, My King, My Creator, that person who exudes the same essence of what Herobrine once was, that dead brother of the original god of my old world.
But Azrael was different—more malleable, more mortal... more human. He had not yet discovered his full power if he ever would, and though that was a long way off, his display of pure power was not left in doubt.
Especially displayed that night, when he ended the life of that fire demon, was the fact that not even I, the survivor of the first war for dawn, could have been defeated.
But Azrael, in a display of unknown power, managed to do it. He managed to defeat and kill a being that rivaled in power with an enderman; something like that was already amazing, and although he had used an enchanted sword, the sword alone had not been possible to end that demon.
That night, Azrael had awakened a notch of his power—that dowry that lived inside him and that he was not yet aware of; he had not even realized that his eyes glowed white for a few seconds.
He had to grow up, and a lot, but until then, I would be there to guide him and follow him to the very nether if necessary. But for now, I had to fulfill my creator's will, and I would make it happen.
"On my signal, they advance," I said in a small whisper, aware of the wyverns dozing in the clearing.
For this, my sisters and I were under the effects of invisibility and super-jump potions, which would be essential for what I was about to do. For we would catch the first wyvern, a fierce and temperamental brown and gray winged reptile.
The animal had not noticed our approach, since my sisters and I had been very attentive not to make too much noise, although we were out of its vision capacity, its hearing or smell was still present, which is why we were advancing in the opposite direction of the wind to prevent the wren from smelling us.
"Now," I said, as we ran towards the wyvern, the animal heard our approach and, although it could not see us, it knew it was under attack.
So, rearing up on its two hind legs, the wyvern was ready to take off and fight in an environment advantageous to it, only for my sisters and I to give it no time.
"¡ïg boun've!" I shouted as we jumped about six meters off the ground while taking my crossbow from my back and aiming at the animal's membranous wings.
"Fiuuu!"
Multiple shots rang out as the pellets were launched, hitting their target and penetrating the animal's wings, only to have several collapsible rods on the tips of the pellets rise, causing it to only be able to be taken out from the side it entered from in the first place.
"Raagghh!" The ferocious creature roared and shrieked, flapping its wings in extreme violence, unable to move much, a product of the ropes that were attached to the pellets, which we grabbed and pulled, keeping the wyvern's movement to a minimum.
"Dovaogēdy!" I shouted, giving the order to the unsullied to intervene.
From the bushes or rocks, the unsullied came out, carrying their round shields in their left arms and enchanted whips in their right hands. "Now!"
At my command, the unsullied approached the wyvern, ready to do their jobs. "Ruaaagg!" The wyvern roared, full of pain from the bolts in its wings, and angry at the attack it was being subjected to.
Still, the wren did not give up and, starting to bite at the ropes that held the bolts and keeping himself restrained, began to cut them.
Seeing what the animal was trying to do, I signaled to the unsullied to use the whips, "Doë Umbas Ka'sarek!"
The wyvern, perhaps sensing that it was in danger now much more than before, began to cut the ropes faster. Too bad it wasn't ready to fight against people as disciplined as the unsullied.
"Chiuu!" The sound of boiling metal coming into contact with water was heard, as one of the unsullied took his enchanted whip and lashed it against the wyvern's elbow, right where his left wing joined his body.
"Ruaaagg!" The animal screamed in agony, as the whip wrapped around its limb, only to have it pulled back by the unsullied, causing the whip to simultaneously cut and cauterize the animal's limb.
The animal's left-wing fell to the ground with a dull thud, causing the wyvern to be unable to steady itself and fall sideways. "Rodö enmi'kerovi!" I said to another unsullied, which copied the action of the other unsullied, cutting the animal's right wing.
"Puch," the wren gave up, losing its strength and falling on its chest, unable to stand.
That method was the one that would be used to subdue the wyverns; the plan was to cut off their wings to leave them completely immobilized on the ground, since with the help of regenerative potions, regrowing their wings would not be a problem.
That, coupled with the fact that the ships would only have enough room for about five hundred wyverns if the wing thing were done, made that method the most suitable.
After the wyvern calmed down, at least to some extent, I began to provide health potions, as long as the creature was in perfect condition for transport.
A sister brought me my parrot, a beautiful specimen with blue and red feathers and a tender and docile female.
"Thank you, Sabhana." I thanked my sister, who smiled and passed me to Ismana. "Hello, my girl, have you eaten?"
"Ismana has eaten, Ismana has eaten," the beautiful parrot answered me, getting a smile to form on my face, "who knew that the evil general knows how to smile" Sabhana spoke with a mocking tone.
"Will you shut up?" I snapped at her, to which Sabhana raised her hands in surrender, still not letting go of her smile.
"My girl, go to base camp; tell them to all move to this location; they have the rest of the day to get there," I told my friend, who nodded her feathered head and took flight.
After Ismana took flight, I set about restraining the wren properly, tying its large legs together, forcibly closing its jaw, and restraining its spiky tail.
It was a large animal, ten meters from nose to tail, with twice that size in wingspan. It would certainly make a good addition to the Xandarian army.
(Wyvern Image)
For the next few hours, my group and I went from den to den, hunting and capturing any wyverns we could find.
The process was a bit exhausting and complicated, as although my sisters and I helped in holding back the wyverns, the vermin would sometimes manage to break free and bite the occasional unsullied.
It was only thanks to the potions and steel armor that none of them ended up dead, and, although some of them lost an arm from time to time, the regeneration potions managed to make them grow back.
As the clock struck four in the afternoon, the sound of hooves pounding on the stone began to be heard, making me look towards the path where I had come to the hill where we were now.
The rest of the group arrived, mounted on goats, with the boats on shore already unloading the cages where the wyverns would spend their next few days until they reached Xandar.
(Goats Image)
"They took their time," I said to the commanders once they got close enough to me.
"We took a little delay," Sara said, a young witch, enthusiastic. "We intercepted hostile locals; it didn't escalate, but it's proof that we're not welcome here".
"No matter, the faster we do our business, the faster we'll get home."
Sara nodded, as her face suddenly lit up. "By the way, we managed to capture six tattooed lizards; they were hard to capture, and they are resistant to weak arrows."
"That's amazing," I said, a little ecstatic about the tip, since arrows with effects were very lethal in reaching their target and sharing their effect, whether it was good or bad the effect the arrow had.
"Well, okay, just the same, set up camp here; there are several wyverns to take to the ships."
With that done, the camp was set up in several minutes, while others were in charge of pulling the wyverns to the shore of the beach, where they would be placed in the boats to be sheltered it.
(Lizard Image)