TS: "It's gonna be me"—Like Ghosts (rock cover) OG: UNSYNC?

"Save the archipelago...?" Pevvele's red eyes opened wide; her ear flaps falling across her neck, as she gazed up at her captor.

"Yes. As I said: "save the archipelago"..." he replied evenly.

For the first time, Pevvele took notice of the two long scars across the Demon Furies eyes, it didn't seem to affect his vision, but something else was. Realization dawned upon her.

Olympus hadn't had scars, but the grey dragon had! They were connected, somehow...Now, she needed to know! Summoning her courage, Pevvele tapped his talon. "Uhm, Vallaire? Wh-where did you get those scars?"

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"Well—I-" he broke off, hissing. Stumbling across the stone; and fell against the wall. I shouldn't have...I-I got to do something...

"Go! Go!" He forced out; Pevvele jumped back. "No! What's wrong? How can I fix it?!" She spat this out, flustered deeply; and rested a soft paw across his eyes. "Y-you can't. The Black Death has awoken..."

Now, she was confused! Black Death? What was that?
"Tell me how to help!" He shook his head; twitching again. Raising a shaking talon, he pointed to a book, it seemed old.

"F-follow the map...Find the beast, and s-slay I—"
He broke off, his ear flap's vibrating,
"You'll find me..Go, young dragon...Free us all..."

With that, he shoved her aside; leaping into the air. She couldn't read, but—follow pictures? She guessed so? But why all this pressure on such a young soul?

Because she...Had scales of white...And a heart of gold.

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"Olympus?" Herialea padded up to the amber eyed dragon, brushing her feathery tail across his back. His ear nubs pinned, before he turned round, pupils slitted. Without another word, he took off. Herialea blasted off after him, but soon fell behind. Her exhausted state was of no help.

With his increasing distance, she felt as if her heart had gone too. Whatever was going on, it only seemed to affect dragons other than her species...Dropping back down, she dug her claws into a great pine, towering above miles of vegetation.

Olympus; several Change-Wings, Night Wraiths, even the occasional Silent Death, and one or two Thundering Wind Sweepers were visible among the astonishingly large amounts of dragons, all flocking in the same direction. The forest was silent, except for the occasional cries of the dragonets left behind unexpectedly. This scene was sickening to watch...

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Pevvele took the book in her talons, chewing her lip as she flipped through the pages; edges yellowed and crumpled from decades of neglect; despite this, the illustrations were clear. She paused; her gaze traveling over the foreign language encrypted upon these pages.

There! She thought, ecstatically running her paw across the page. A map! Finally!
She swore she had spent what felt like hours searching through these pages.

How was a three year old dragonet to slay such a beast?  That—was what she would soon figure out.

Grabbing an odd thing of leather from its place against the wall, she quickly tugged it over her head, shoving the book into its grasp.  Flexing her wings, she judged the weight. Not too bad. She supposed. Now—to find this thing, and end it.
After all, she owed it to her adoptive father, even Vallaire, who kept her captive. They all had their reasons. Perhaps, her real father had his as well.

Pevvele took off, setting a course for this "Black Death", whatever it means... She looked back, but only once, the smoke still staining the blue sky, before twisting about the rocky cliff, she completely missed the grey figure crouched among the stones; watching her.
Now, you're mine, dear daughter. The time has come, for you to make your choice...

A/N: Hey! The stories really picked up the pace, hasn't it?! What do you think so far! And...What do you think of Vallaire? Do you like him? Or, do you hate him with a burning passion? Let me know in the comments!!! :D

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