Alright, so should I.
But it's different, damn it.
Davalyn is a legacy there, while I am a legacy in here even if I hate it. My parents, the parents of my parents, my great-grandparents, my great-great-grandparents, and so on back to generations, my bloodline has always attended Arkhane, they always found their way to dragons. The same can be said about Sage, who's literally the son of the Ark-Rider bastard who commands the riders in the Imperial army.
Why did the old bitch pick Davalyn to be here?
["Is the dragon you're cursing, Belaxarim?"] It finally spoke to me again.
"Yes," I paused singing for a second, swallowing hard, throat aching, inhaling for a deep and needed breath.
"Yes what?" Percy asked behind me.
This is annoying. "We're… a kilometer away, finally!"
"Shit, keep singing, Grace, or it'll get mad again!" Sage yelled scared.
["I also don't like her. She thinks and acts as if she was the strongest of all the dragons, as if she ruled us, when she does not. Belaxarim is simply a spoken draki for our race to yours in a general manner, who also happens to be a very strong dragon, but she ain't as special as she makes your kind believe she is!"] It told me.
Why is it telling me that? That's sounds quite important to just throw at me, when I'm nothing to him. What the hell is this dragon's deal?
I mean, thanks for the information, mate.
["Your insolence knows no bounds, it baffles me, arrogant self-entitled human. Acting as if you were that much of a big deal won't change the fact that the weight you carry in the name of your outstanding bloodline, for humans, has nothing to do with your own achievements. The power the Mothril'r'ain name carry is thanks to your ancestors, you did nothing to make it more worthy, so, you should mind that arrogance of yours. And do not offend me, I ain't your mate, I am already mated!"]
Is he reading my mind?
["I am a male dragon, the greatest!"]
And I am the insolent? Being the greatest or what-the-fuck-ever doesn't give you the fucking right to violate my mind, asshole!
["How dare you curse me after I saved you, lowly human?"] It growled.
Saved me?
Breathe, Grace, breathe, don't scream.
You dropped me, you fucking bastard. Out of pettiness, from miles above this damn bridge. You toyed with me just because you could.
["Stop with your obsessive use of low fool language, it angers me!"]
Oh, sorry. Did it sound like I give a fuck?
["Insolent creature. You should be thankful that I allowed your low existence to grace my ears with your voice. But since you're unable to understand the great concept of gratitude or knowing your place, you're now on your own!"] It snapped at me.
I guess I offended it, but not enough to try burning me again.
As he moved away from the bridge and consequently us, I found my gaze glued on it, finally taking a good look at my phenomenal discovery. He opened his membeanous wings so wide I thought it'd be long enough to cover all the extension of the bridge, but when I thought he was going to beat them and fly away, he didn't, he brought them to his back then closed them at the sides of his body, then he turned upside down as if to propell himself to go down the vale, his tail so high in the sky it was going above us. The edge of the tail sharp and shaped like a moon-scythe.
He stayed static for a long second, emanating some magic so frightening it shivered my bones and caused my soul to feel goosebumps, way more powerful than any dragon I've ever seen, easily putting Rein and Shea to shame. His power so dominantly overwhelming that I'm certain it made all the dragons present scared. Then, in the next second he was gone, vanishing into nothingness, as if he had never been here before, leaving only the trail of his consuming magic behind.
A trail painfully familiar to me, but unknown to everyone else, I'm sure.
I was right, he is a void dragon, fuck.
How is that fucking possible? Since when do they exist? Is he the only one or the first of his kind? Who is his mate? Is she a void dragon too? Who is her bond even? Does that person knew that void dragons existed? Do they even know what he is made of? Does anyone in here know the power that beast has?
Shit. Shitshitshit. This is insane.
Is he in the vale or in the void? Why and where did he come from? How did it even come to exist in the first place, when magic is supposed to be suppressed by the void, but this dragon is sure as hell profoundly gifted in magic and of void? I have so many questions.
"What… the fuck… was that?" Percy and Sage screamed.
"Why do you look so amused, Gracie?" Davalyn shouted to me.
"What… what was that type of dragon?" Barbie gasped.
"Why did it stay with us for so long?" Davalyn asked.
Grinning like a maniac, I got back to walking, faster this time, "Let's go."
Swallowing their questions, the same way I did to mine, they followed me as I walked quickly, almost running but not risking to actually do so. Desperately to get to the land again, to get to a momentary safety, away from the bridge, away from any dragons that my try to get to us, before we get there.
"500 meters!" I shouted to them, focusing my sight on the crowd of people that was formed in the wide cliff of the Arkhane Mountain, ignoring everything in my surroundings but the end of the fucking line. "300 meters!" I shouted again.
The tiredness that hadn't gotten to me when I had finished climbing those damned 88888 steps of the spiral dragon-stone staircase carved on Draki Mountain, finally crawling up my mind, making me conscious of it all. Not enough to faint, but enough to collapse and vomit on the fucking ground. All I need is solid ground.
"100 meters!" I shouted, hope filling my lungs.
But at my first attempt to look behind me, which I hadn't done even when I was climbing back then, after my instincts told me to do so, I found a red dragon, a big one, not huge or monstrous but big enough to be an adult, flying towards us, from above. My eyes widened in horror, knowing how those are the volatile and reckless bastards, his kind being the ones responsible for most of the deaths in the climb. All I could do was scream a command to them:
"Red dragon! Run!"
Next I was running, and despite my efforts to make any alliances at all in this place, fear filled into my chest with the idea of one of them getting hurt by the red that was definitely having me as the target because I still have blood on me, and they crave for it. When they followed my lead and ran after me, ignoring their own fear, not looking back and trusting me on this, I hated how relieved I felt. But there was no denying, Percy was right when he said I wasn't like those who hurt me.
They had my back earlier, I had to have theirs now.
So, we ran for our lives.