Thyra ran through the underbrush, laughing under her breath the whole way, if she's gonna be stuck on an island, might as well be stuck with someone with a sense of humor.

Pushing any amused thoughts aside, she forced her mind to focus on finding dry wood first. The place was pretty soaked from the storm, but she knew she could find something, eventually.

She knelt down next to a downed tree, that looks like it's been there for awhile, and pulled some wood out of it, and was met with a mad Terrible Terror that came out of the tree, looking angry that she damaged her nest.

She clutched the wood in determination, but cast the small dragon a look. "Sorry, but you're a dragon, covered in scales. I'm literally skin and bones, so I need it more than you." She mutters. The dragon hisses at her in frustration.

With a small roar the Terror climbed back into the tree, and since Thrya could see into the tree from the wood she pulled out, and laid down over her eggs.

"Aww, eggs." Thyra coos. "Too bad I need this wood, huh!" Then she continues on, leaving the mother dragon to it's now disturbed peace.

She grabbed as much wood as she could, a found a piece of flint near a rockface and headed back to Dusty, who hasn't moved from where he sat down.

"Took ya long enough, thought you got yourself eatin." he said with a small laugh.

"Ha, not yet. The closest thing I saw that could eat me was a Terrible Terror." She pauses to place down the equipment. "And let's face it, I'd sooner eat it, than have it eat me."

"Ha, I'd pay good money to see that, you got that flint?"

"Yeah," she shoves it forward. "You want to do the honours? Or should I?" she bows mockingly.

"You did all the work, you can do it, just don't kill us." he said with a light smile.

"I set a barn on fire once," she smirks as she kneels on the ground, gathering the material up. "So no promises!"

Making light work, she surprisingly manages to get a small, deformed fire going, with less injuries than expected. "See? Not too bad." she smirks, punching Dusty's shoulder.

Dusty, sets the tip of the knife in the flames, as he rubs his, now bruised, shoulder.

"What's with you and violence?"

"You've asked that before, and I told you that it's how I voice my displeasure!" she laughs.

"No, I asked why you kept punching me, two different questions."

"Yeah, but it's still violence, isn't it!" she smirks with a shrug, warming her hands against the fire.

"If a dragon doesn't kill me, you will."

"Nah, I'd leave you for dead and chase a lizard down myself!" she jokes.

Dusty looks up at the tree above them, and sees some coconuts in it.

"You want to grab one of those coconuts up there? There good to eat and drink, and we can use the shells to collect rain water when it rains again"

"Well, I was going to use the shell's against your skull, but sure, your idea's nice too!" Thyra smirks, getting up and scaling the tree. She manages to pull a few off, almost falling out of the tree in the process.

"Is this how you treated all your friends?" Dusty asked when she finally got back down.

"No, only you!" she smirks, handing over a coconut. "It's too hard to resist!"

"I'm pretty sure you treat that coconut better than me." he said with a laugh.

"Probably, but it's food." she laughs, "and food has earnt my respect. I love it very much!"

"Ouch, harsh," he says, just as he manages to put a hole in the coconut,"bout time, this is the toughest coconut I've ever dealt With."

With a bang, Thyra slams her coconut against the trunk of the tree, and smirks when the coconut splits. "I do things my way!" she laughs, seeing Dusty's surprise.

"That's one way to do it, I guess." he drank the milk from the coconut, and put it to the side when it was empty,"best thing I've drank in months."

"Agreed," Thyra mutters after downing hers.

"Knife should be hot enough." he pulled the knife out of the fire. "Now on the the count of three, pull the arrow out, ok?"

"Alright," she nods with a serious look, getting ready.

"Ok, one, two, three, pul!" Thyra pulled the arrow out, and through the pain, Dusty put the knife on the wound, sealing it up.

"Gods that hurt! You had to yank it that hard?" Dusty asked.

"Well, I wasn't going to stop halfway, was I? Had to get it over with quickly!" She shrugs with a wince. "It hurt me just looking at it. I wasn't gonna put up with it for much longer!"

"You try being the person with the arrow in him!" he shot back, "then have an insane
person come and rip it out!"

"I'm not insane, I just don't beat around the bush!" she pauses and rethinks. "...much!"

"Well your something." he says as he leans against a tree. "So now we just wait for my leg to mend a bit, then we have to find shelter and a better source of food, we can't eat coconuts all the time."

"Yeah," she glances around. "But unless we're gonna go and have roast Terror, we'll have to look deeper for a good source of food."

"Here's the problem, what other types of dragons are on this island?"

"I don't really know, but I think I saw some different sets of prints, I just didn't stop to work out what species." Thyra sighs.

They heard a small squawk come from the other side of the small clearing, but due to the setting sun and thick canopy, they couldn't see what made it.

"That was either a bird, or a Deadly Nadder." Thyra shrugs.

"Let's hope it's the first, all we got is a freaking knife, less you got something else on ya?"

"Ha! I wish. But hey, i'm pretty handy with a throwing knife, so we're not completely defenceless." Thyra replies. "How's that leg?"

"I might actually be able to walk tomorrow, without falling every five feet, but I'd kill for a bow and a few dozen arrows."

"That's good, as long as we don't have to run." Thyra nods. "I'm better with a crossbow myself, to be honest."

Dusty made a little smirk, and turned his head to look behind Thyra.

"Thyra, didn't you say you met a Terror in the woods?"

"Yeah, she wasn't too pleased when I took her wood." she laughs. "Why?" she adds, confused.

"Because that Terror behind you is giving you the death stare." he said with a little laugh.

"Ugh!" Thyra complains. "Well it's not getting the wood back, if that's why it's here." she turns to look behind her.

The Terror didn't look pleased to see her again, and really didn't want her attacking her nest again, so it did what all terrors do, try to be as annoying as possible, and grabbed Thyra's coconut.

"Oh, no you don't!" Thyra laughed, lunging towards the creature, and managing to grab half of the coconut. She has a stare down with the dragon for a few intense seconds, before shrugging and turning away, pleased she got half.

"So your just gonna let him run off with that?"

"Her," she corrects, shrugging. "And yeah, it's one tiny dragon. Out for revenge cause I tore it's nest apart. She'll probably only use it to rebuild, or something."

"Revenge, the one thing I can't stop thinking about." he said with a small scowl forming on his face.

"Ha, me too." she murmurs with a frown. "But I'm not interested in a dragon. I'm more interested in inflicting pain on those who have wronged me."

"How did you end up on that ship?"

Thyra sighs. "Let's just say, family isn't everything." she throws a rock at the Terror, and a smile lifts the corners of her mouths as she watches it dodge it with a surprised growl.

"Your parents sold you, didn't they?"

"My uncle, actually." she scowls. "But I don't know if my parents were against the idea or not. I try to tell myself they weren't, but...there's no way of telling."

"What was it, your family lose all their money and couldn't pay, traded you for a cow? A pig? Another slave?"

She laughs bitterly. "My parents can get anything they want at the tips of their fingers. If they wanted me back, they could have got me back. I don't know...maybe they didn't even know until it was too late? My uncle's a con artist at his best moments." She throws another rock.

"We're your parents rich or something? Because dang my family is."

"My parents were above the law, that's how rich they were." she replies. "Anyway, how did you get on that floating piece of misery?" she changes the subject.

"My father is the head of Dragon Shipping, I'm assuming you've heard of them, biggest shipping business in the world, I'm pretty sure we have a reserved spot in every port and town on the map."

"Dragon Shipping? Everyone's heard of it! My father held a toast everytime we feasted to honour the business!"

"Well anyway, dad had a meeting in Rome and we were headed home, when we were attacked by barbarian pirates, they stormed the ship and I was captured. I was put on one of the ships that were carrying the crew, and my dad was put on another, I don't know if he's alive or dead. When the Romans found me, they didn't believe that I was his son, and they just threw the brand on me, and carried me to that blasted port, till I was thrown on that cursed ship."

Dusty rolled up his sleeve, and looked at the slave mark on his upper arm.

"It bloody hurts, doesn't it." Thyra mutters, rolling her own sleeve up to reveal the same mark.

"No matter who we were, or what we represented, thanks to this, we're nobody. Just a bounty to be claimed."

"It doesn't matter where we go, we'll never get our old lives back." Thyra adds with a sigh. "It ended the second they branded us."

"What now? We survived a slave ship, and now we're stuck on an island out in the middle of nowhere."

"Well, I guess that's just it. We survive...and we make sure we never go back to that cursed place." Thyra sighs. "What else can we do? We don't have a choice."

"I know one thing we can do...Uh Thyra?" Dusty says looking behind her.

"...What?" she asks. "The terror?"

"I really wish it was." he says looking across the clearing.

Hearing this, she freezes. "Uh... do I even want to know?"

"It's just a Deadly Nadder, you might want to slowly crawl over here."

"Oh, great. The Terror bought a friend." Thyra grumbles, but obeys, knowing it's not a good idea to throw rocks at a Nadder.

Thyra crawls next to Dusty and both of them watch as the Nadder slowly crosses the clearing toward them.

"Ok, no sudden moves, maybe it'll leave us alone if it doesn't see us as a threat."

"Yeah, or maybe it won't..." Thyra whispers as the dragon looks right at them and roars, tail spines extended.

"Ok new plan, you run I'll hold him off."

"I'm thinking that's a terrible idea, with your leg and all, but hey, maybe it'll chase me anyway!" Thyra mutters.

But before they could do anything, the Nadder gets right in their faces, sniffing them.

"Blind spot." Thyra mouths. "Keep in it. We may live." She barely dares to breath, because sure the dragon might not be able to see them, but it can still hear.

The two teens stayed in the Nadders blind spot, that was till Dusty's leg gave out under him, and he fell with a thump

"Great." Thyra whispers.