Hell to the no. Not happening. Nuh-uh.
"Jump, Grace!" Percy shouted.
"You can do it, Gracie," Barbie tried to help and failed.
"The dragon seems to be helping, I don't think it'll eat you if you use it as a step, if you fall when jumping," the nameless girl yelled, and I flinched at the idea of both jumping, falling over the possible void dragon, and of it eating me.
"It's to far to try anything else, you have to jump!" Sage exclaimed.
"Close your eyes and jump, Grace," Percy added, pressing me.
But I refused, because I'm not going to fucking do that. So, I kept my eyes closed and lowered my body, still singing, then I touched the dragon-made cables that hold the bridge together. I went forward, legs spread and each of my feat on the side of the cable, as I held onto it with my hands in a extremely tight grip, so tight my knuckles turned white, and like a spider in its web, I pushed my body to go further. That is, until my eyes couldn't help and I looked down.
A scream left my lips when the dragon's onyx eyes burning on me.
Fear crept into me so alive and raw, that my feet slipped into the huge hole making me stand solely by holding myself with my hands, my daggers slipping off my hands and down the fucking abyss under us, and I couldn't help screaming as I felt the angry wind on my body, unable to keep holding in both sides of the cables, I pushed all my weight as I desperately moved my right arm to hold onto the left cable. However, that ended up tilting the bridge slightly to my side, which caused a rain of screams to roll in the wind and I ended up causing many to fall down.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Sage cried scared.
"Why didn't jump?" The nameless girl shouted.
"Because I'm fucking scared of heights," I screamed, shaking. "Fuck, I'm about to faint here, I'm dizzy. Oh my Gods, fuck, fuck," I did my best to keep my eyes up, but they slipped and I looked down, which got me screaming again.
"Shit," Barbie cried. "Gracie, try to move on the thread."
"It's not a fucking thread, it's a cable, made by dragonfire," I screamed in panic. "You better not fucking me you damn dragon, or I'll give you a diarrhea," I cried, feeling the dragon under me, not close enough to touch me, but close enough for me to feel it breathing. "I feel like puking," I swallowed.
The dragon moved and I screamed, horrified.
"Grace, hold tighter!" They screamed.
"And what the fuck do you think I'm doing?" I screamed back. "Fuck you, fuck, fuck, fuck, don't fucking eat me, mate, don't eat me, don't eat me."
But it clearly didn't listen to me and neither was it okay with me having stopped singing, as it changed positions, doing from horizontal to vertical, pretty much standing up, beating its enormous wings right under us, making the fucking bridge shake. Then, it opened it's enormous mouth, showing it's teeth, and when I realized it was conjuring it's fire to fucking burn me, I panicked. Not for myself, but because all that I still have of precious was in my backpack.
Ignoring my fear of heights and of being chomped by the dragon, I moved the weight in my body from one arm to another, taking my backpack and holding it in my right hand, "Percy," I screamed, "this is all that I have left, take it, don't let it get burnt," then, I propelled my right arm to throw my backpack up, high in the sky enough for him to catch it, in the next second I was holding onto the cable again with both hands. "Step back, away from me!" I shouted.
"Wait, wait, wait," they tried.
Too late, the fucking dragon had other plans.
Closing my eyes tight, I held onto for one of the worse death experiences of my fucking life: being burned alive by dragon fire. I had studied how it's one of the most painful deaths to have, that and slow dismemberment while alive, as well as being buried alive. But the most painful death is by dragon fire, I just can't grasp the fact that I barely got here and I'll already experience this madness.
Then came the heat, but when I waited for the pain, it didn't come. All it brought me was a high heat that overwhelmed me with a familiar sensation, once that I had gone traumatically used to in… the void.
This is a void dragon.
["I don't eat humans, Amaeraureathria Mothril'r'ain!"] It spoke.
It spoke into my fucking mind, and the name it called me made me freeze. Not even my father knew that name, only mother, it was my true name, the true name of my bloodline, one that was kept a secret because of the weight of it, the history, everything that it entails. One that carries part of the answers I was tortured to hand to those motherfucking pieces of shit.
["Don't let anyone know you can hear me, or you'll get in trouble!"]
What… the fuck? How… how can it speak into my mind?
["I will call you Amaera. Why did you stop singing? Get back to it, daughter of Sillvyleamelora Mothril'r'ain, if you don't want me to roast your companions!"]
What the… fuck? What the fuck? What in the actual fucking fuck?
["Do you usually goes for use of fool language, Amaera?"]
Oh my fucking Gods, what the hell is this? What is this? What-
["Why ask if you already know what am I? Now, sing!"] It ordered.
I heard people screaming above me on the bridge, but I was too numb to it, the dragon's voice too fucking loud into my bloody mind, and I tried to hold on harder, to keep myself in here, but my hand was hurting because of the fire that did burn my body even if I couldn't actually feel the pain, far too used to the hotness of the… of the void.
One look down, past the bloody dragon, and fear was taking over me again, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" I screamed, and though I tried my best to keep my eyes up, they went down again. "Fuuuuuck!"
["What is that slippy grip? Hold tighter or you will fall, Amaera."]
"No fucking shit!" I screamed at the stupid dragon. "It's your fault!"
["You are the stupid one, Amaera. How dare you call me that? Do you know how great of a dragon I am? Aren't you being too audacious? Sure, even my kind may recognize that bloodline of yours, but I'm still greater than you are, human. And didn't I tell you not to let nobody know that I am talking to you? Stupid, stupid human!"] It growled annoyed in my head.
What the fuck? What is this? What is this beast? "Don't eat me!" I yelled.
And I swear, it rolled its eyes, ["I don't eat garbage, do not offend me with your insolence, stupid Amaera!"]
Did this bitch just call me garbage?