annar-light

There was a silence that spoke of oppression and hopelessness. The air had suddenly grown chilly, or maybe the chill was coming from inside the girls themselves. The god leered at them from one side of the table, the sharp shadows of the astral lights elongating his face. He looked grotesque, but, somehow, not evil. Pae followed the swirling nebulas with her eyes, amazed at such a beautiful thing caught in the control of one so foul, so power hungry. They had traveled long and hard the past month, battling confusion as well as monsters, and often times, each other. Now it was nearly complete. But there was no guarantee of victory. And that

Pae dozed on the dragon's back, leaning her forehead on Chris' back. At first he had snapped at her, but as he gradually fell into the same position against Will's and she sprawled against the dragon's neck, he didn't really have an argument to go on. The dragon flew through the night, her clear eyes watching the ground. She knew that soon the mountain passes and valleys would give way to sand and the Overn Sea. Great puffs of smoke bellowed from her nostrils. She could breathe fire, if she so chose, but it hurt her throat and fire was an element that was hard to control. But not nearly so hard as water. A battle of words, of wit and riddl

"How's your wound?" Will asked, leaning down beside the dragon's head. "It will not hamper me much. When we land, I will clean it." "Ohmygodohmygod…" Chris was still side slung over the beautiful fur, hyperventilating. Will peered over her shoulder. "Uh…Pae. I think he's having a panic attack. His breathing is…uh…rapid." Pae chuckled darkly, throwing her head back, letting the wind tease her hair. "Don't worry about it. No one ever died from a panic attack." The quartet soared through the blue sky, higher and higher, circling the smaller mountains and watching the ground with interest. Both the girls noticed that the

Will and Pae crouched in the low bushes, just before the last hundred feet to the bridge. They looked at each other and then at the dark figure of Egarim beside them. "Currently, the creature is flying low over the bridge-" "Flying?" Pae cut in. "How can we snatch the thing if it can easily fly over our heads?" Egarim snorted. "Why don't you use your head…the creature can only make things invisible that it touches; and for it to touch something, it must land. Whenever it takes off again, whatever it had invisible, becomes visible once more." Pae nodded. "I get it. So someone should be the diversion and with you leading the other pers

Will, stunned by the words, stared with wide eyes at Mirage and Chris. She blinked. Mirage's fur bristled and she drew back her lips, baring lethal fangs. Chris stared in horror, eyes flickering between Will and the proverbial hangman. The flamboyant man squealed. "Oh you can't! It's young love! Don't you dare ruin it you foul beast!" There was a standoff, and no one dared to move, except for nature…nature never ceased: The birds in the trees continued their songs, and odd colored rabbits darted between the bushes, nibbling on low bush branches.   Finally, Pae struggled to her feet, having trouble with the unnecessary bandages.  She l

Mirage sprawled out beside the still unconscious Pae. She rested her head on the girl's chest, just to feel if she was still breathing. Confident that the girl only suffered from bumps and bruises and maybe a concussion, she turned her attention to Will. "How are you holding up Will?" She asked softly. In the pitch-blackness, Will turned in the panther's direction. "I…I don't want to do this anymore. We can't save the world in 3 weeks." Mirage sighed heavily and stood up. Her fantastic night vision carried her to the hopeless girl. Will cringed as the scratchy tongue made contact with her cheek. "It's alright little cub. It's a daunti