felistia

Zoltar tapped her a little more forcefully on the nose. He leapt backwards, almost tripping on a buried tree root as Emerald shook her snout.

Zoltar glanced down at Felistia.She was just flying along like a ghost in the wind, her eyes as deep and unreadable as the vast ocean.

The blizzard howled, tugging at Zoltar’s wings like a pack of wild wolves as he fought to make his way towards the figure of the Ice Talon Palace.

Zoltar wakes from his nightmare. It was just a dream right? We'll have to see.

Zoltar has a much needed talk with Emerald and Shiraku before embarking on his journey to the Ice Talon Kingdom.

He almost jumped out his scales when she popped up next to him again, melting out of the swirling white. “You need to stick close to me now Zoltar,”

‘No, no, no. This can’t be happening,’ Zoltar thought as he searched desperately for the thin shadow of the ice dragon.

Ice cold dread filled Zoltar’s body from horns to tail. What had they done to Felistia?

Zoltar watched nervously as they disappeared behind them. Hopelessness bared down on his heart as he realized how hard it was going to be to escape.

He stood frozen with fear before the Queen. She stared intently at him as if trying to obtain information from his mind.

The sound of rough voices outside the cell broke through Zoltar's thoughts. The guards must be changing shifts again.

Shriken’s plan had made perfect sense, but it required a lot on Zoltars part. Shriken didn’t have access to the keys to their shackles.

“You guys ready?” He whispered as his paws scrabbled to get the door unlocked. “Yes, how long do we have?” Felistia hissed through the key hole.

​Zoltar spun around, his heart pounding as the shriek echoed through the palace, bouncing off the walls and down into corridors.

Just then, a flash of silver reflected off a speckled patch of earth not far ahead. Zoltar beat his wings faster. He hoped he hadn’t imagined it.

“We must hurry,” Shriken urged, picking up the pace as the group of dragons hurried through the caverns.

Zoltar worried his wings would go next. If that happened, there’d be no way he could fly. He’d be doomed.

He turned to find that Felistia had seen it too, her eyes fixed on something in the distance. What are they looking at?

“Felistia,” Shriken walked up to his sister, shooting Zoltar an accusing look on the way, “before we go I think we should talk. You too Zoltar.”

The night felt thick, like the darkness had closed its wings around him, trapping him in a claustrophobic cocoon of worries.

He looked at the golden scale in his claws, its surface shimmering faintly in the dim light. He still couldn’t figure out what dragon it was from.

A cold dawn was beginning to spread across the cobalt sky when Felistia finished telling Shriken their plan.