Chapter Twenty-Three
Crescent's POV
The harsh yellow light was my alarm clock when I felt it blast into my
eyes. It was past dawn, but not noon, maybe around nine or ten in the
morning. Light streamed in shafts through the bars of my cage, making
interesting black shadows waver and morph with every jostle.
And that's when I realized we were trekking; again. Except now we had
somehow gotten a cart, which was being carried bruttally over the
path. I looked down and my eyes stretched wide. The cart was a narrow
five inches from a neverending cliff.
"I hope you like the view." The sneer belonged to Jolt. I groaned as
the wheel hit another bump and made me bounce up, hit the top of the
cage, and then slam down painfully.
"I hope you like dumplings," I muttured back, eyeing the dizzying
heights and feeling my lunch resurface. I swallowed it back, grimacing
at the nasty taste.
Jolt spectulated me suspiciously. "Say, your face is green..."
I attempted a growl, but the cart hit another rut and it ended up as a
whiny grunt. "I think..I prefer...the sack..." I managed to get out
between bumps.
Jolt cringed and turned around, but showed no sign of making my
journey easier.
I looked around, and noticed that the dragon from last night was here
as well, walking behind Golden Eyes with downcasted eyes and an air of
wounded pride. The leader was stalking ahead, her hard, stony gaze
trained forward. I sighed, and tried to squirm into a more comfortable
position, but I was crammed and not even my fingers were movable. I
let out a frustrated snarl, the overwhelming urge to burst out surging
through me. But no matter how much I strained, not one part of me
could move.
"Clausterphobic, eh?" I managed to avert my vision to see a gleaming
pair of fangs smirk at me, belonging to a dark green face. "Just like
her father."
That caught my attention. "My..my what?"
Golden Eyes said no more, though, her mouth in a thin line. "Carry
on." she growled.
"Father? What do you mean by my father?!" I demanded.
The dragoness didn't answer, but Hurricane did.
"Yes; Night, your father. He hated tight spaces."
"He's still alive?" I asked.
"You could say that," Golden Eyes sneered. "But he will be no use to
me now."
"Which means...?"
"He will be...elimenated." The green-scaled dragoness cackled softly.
"No..." I whispered, my shoulders sagging. I hadn't even met my
father, and he was going to pass. My pre-grief turned to fury.
"Why?" I asked angrily. "Why destroy him?! He has done nothing!"
Golden Eyes snapped her head around, her eyes blazing with rage. "Do
not speak of things you have no notion of, dragon-girl," she hissed
vehemently. "He has done worse things than you could ever imagine."
Stunned by her sudden outburst, my eyes stretched huge and I found my
arms shaking with fear.
"Do not speak of him again." The fury remained in the dragoness's
eyes, but her temper had subdued and she continued walking.
I gawked at her for a moment in shocked silence. What did she mean by
that?
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