Ok, this isn't a chapter. But, just gonna say, this is my new story. So far, it has nothing to do with A Story with No Name. It's about a.....
Well, I better leave that to the story.
But trust me, you are gonna like it!
Crescent: Hi. The name's Crescent Drago. You haven't heard of me. But by the end of this story, you will know everything.....
That's it from Crescent herself! She is my most recent OC. Hope ya like the story and keep an eye out for the first chapter!!!!!
Your crazy author,
Without hesitating for another moment, I unfroze myself from my state of terror, and tore down to where I could see Mac already falling. I dropped down on all fours, my hands burning from the impact, my side gnashing at me, but I ran, faster and faster, a blinding silver flash. I dug at the dry soil underneath with my claws the ground to launch myself even farther, my heart dancing wildly, eyes slitted and teary from speeding against the wind, my breathing coming in ragged pants. My feet barely skimmed the ground, I was bolting forward faster than the wind. Sage and Night pelted after me, but I dashed a good distance in front of them. The cliff seemed miles away.
And then, Mac fell.
I had been too late.
Choking back a scream, I pushed forward, my sides heaving and shrieking for a stop, and finally I slid to a halt, stumbling almost to the ground. Dust had risen everywhere, clouding my senses. I staggered forward and finally fell. Something furry brushed against my arm and I snapped my head up, my heart slamming in my throat as I faced the familiar striped face.
"Mac," I sobbed. "Please..."
I buried my head against his chest, tears streaming onto his fur, sliding down like rivers. Then I managed a gasp as a painfully slow thumping reached my ears. He was still alive!
I stared down to find his eyes were open and clouded with pain and anguish.
"It's alright, Mac, it's alright...It'll be okay..." My voice was strained, but I managed a faint smile. He grinned back, then sighed.
"Don't let her get away with it, Cress. Please."
Then my short-lived hope turned to horror as I realized his thoughtful amber eyes were shutting slowly, but he looked up through half-lidded eyes at the last moment, cocked his head, and smiled one more time.
"I know you can do it, Crescent." Then he slipped back into that same state as before, eyes closed. His breathing stooped short, and the strange blue-furred feline was completely still.
"No!" I shouted in dismay, my whole body shaking, my face wet. I grabbed his already cooling paws in mine and kept begging. "No, no, no, no, no, NO!!" Mac would never hear me again, and nor I him.
Pain like I had never experienced before seared up through my whole being. I collapsed completely, everything crashing down on top of me. I had failed Mac and let him die.
I don't know how long I cried, weeping into the tiger's shoulder. Grief sent its waves to thunder upon me for longer than I cared to remember. Mac's soft voice, gentle touch...everything would be gone.
If only I hadn't gone up with Sage to rescue my father! Then the Maltese tiger would still be here, talking, laughing.... Instead he was turning colder by the minute, laying motionless. But I couldn't bring myself to blame them, no one but me. This was all my fault.
"I'm so sorry....so sorry....Mac, please....I'm sorry..."
As Sage said, busting out of the prison by flying was a drastic measure. It saps out the energy of dragons, so they can only do it once or twice in the space of an hour, and it's ESPECIALLY hard to do it carrying two others. I could go into a bunch of other details, like the fact that Shadow Dragons (like Sage and Night) are not that fast when they fly, but yeah. We'll just have to see.
It was, in fact, a dragon. Pitch black scales and clear green eyes (A/N: Sage and him both look like Night Furies, almost). He looked quite similar to Sage, except he wore a tattered blue tunic instead, with banages wrapped around his legs and arms from the elbow down, and a pair of black pants that came down to his knees.
He looked bedraggled, weary, deprived of the feeling of hope. But there was a spark in his eyes that made his face crease into a toothy smile. "Crescent...I could never mistake you for anyone. You look so much like your mother...but how are you here?"
I grinned half-heartedly. "Sage, and my clumsiness, led us to you." I said softly.
Night, my father, looked up in surprise. "Sage?"
The dark dragons both smiled at each other. They were almost identical, now that I thought about it, save their eyes, hight, and clothes.
Night sighed. "This must be a dream...I thought I would never see either of you again."
"It isn't a dream, unless life itself is one." Sage smirked.
I had the pain gnawing mercilessly in my side to prove that.
Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and the clank of armor and weapons. A horde of guards, mostly lions and panthers, jostled to the prison door on the other side of the grubby cell, barking orders. They were fishing keys out of pockets and trying to open the door. Us dragons whipped around, and to our shock, found the wall had reclosed!
Sage growled impatiently. "This calls for drastic measures."
With that said, he put both his palms face up to the crumbling ceiling and blasted it with a mini-tornado, revealing a hunk of sky after the stone and dirt had soared to the air and crash-landed somewhere.
Grabbing us both by our shirts, he muttured something unaudible under his breath, ran a finger over his neck, and shot into the atmosphere, the harsh shouts and commands below turning into hushed, awe-filled whispers and gasps of unbelief.
We broke through the roof and then Sage dropped us both, then by running his hand down his neck again, the wings that had made us sail to freedom folded back together.
Before I could ask him how he could do that, I heard a shout and jerked my head up in surprise, my eyes narrowed.
Then I gasped, fear almost making my chest burst, my hands quivering. My eyes felt like popping out of my head, because there, standing on the edge of one of the cliffs of the mountain stood Golden Eyes, her hand wrapped suffocatingly over a flailing blue and black-striped familiar dangling over the edge.
"Mac!!!" I screamed, "Stop! Please!" But Golden Eyes just squeezed her eyes into slits, let out a thundering, wicked laugh, and let go of the Maltese tiger's neck....
Ohohoho, I'm ever so evil, left you a cliffhanger! Whadya think'll happen? I promise you, it won't exactly be the awesomest...though I may be tricking ya'll. Leave a comment, please!
It's ok, thanks! And OC means 'Other Character'.
Sorry! But here you go!
"Why are we doing this?" I questioned, bewildered, after following the black dragon for about twenty minutes. Sage kept padding forward grimly, then after a long pause answered,
"I have come to get your father out of Golden Eye's dungeon." My eyes widened to maximum as our steps echoed distantly through the stone corrider.
Sage nodded briefly, keeping up his brisk pace. I noticed that the ground was gradually sloping downwards. No light dared to stray down here, the walls were cold and smooth, everything dank and dark. I wondered how Sage could see so well in the blackness, but then realized that must come with his main power: Shadow.
Before I had time to think anymore on the subject, the tunnel-like hall stopped to a dead end. We had been travelling downwards for almost three-fourths of an hour. The pain in my stomach reconsumed my thoughts and brought back reality I had ignored for so long, and I almost collapsed from the hungry pain tearing at my sides. Leaning heavily on the wall, I watched Sage through half-lidded eyes, trying to concentrate and wishing the hurt away.
Said dragon was pacing between the walls, murmuring to himself and at times giving fierce shakes of his head, rough hands clasped behind his back.
"What's...wrong...?" I gasped. He snapped his head up and stared at me quizzically.
"Silvering, are you all right?" he exclaimed.
"Fine," I mumbled weakly.
Casting me a dubious glance, he told me "There's a button somewhere on this wall that opens it to the dungeon, and I forgot where it was..."
I nodded, and realized the snapping pain had lessened slightly. I tried to stand upright, but my legs refused (probably still unsteady from being in a cage for a week) and I toppled back to the wall, my hands open and ready to catch my fall.
Unexpectedly, something round pressed against my palm. I stumbled forward as the wall slid open with the crumblimg of stone and a shower of dust, and I fell on top of ...something with a crash.
"What is the meaning of this!?" Something snarled, getting up. I stumbled to my feet away, beginning to dust off my pants.
"Forgive me, it was an accid-"
I snapped my head up and gaped open-mouthed.
Noticing Golden Eyes had been left unattended, I delivered one last staggering kick to Cliff and bolted over to the green dragoness.
She glared at me apprehensively. Her eyes betrayed no emotion, though I could tell she felt angry just by the way she clenched and unclenched her fists, fists strong enough to crush stone. Wondering vaugely why, I lept up and began fighting.
I had never really realized how powerful an opponent she was. I didn't have control over an element, so that was an advantage she held over me. But there was a trait, probably her only good one, of fairness, and she didn't use any powers on me. Honestly, she didn't need to.
Much more skilled in Kung Fu than I, Golden Eyes was easily beating me. I had enough time to think in between absorbing and deflecting blows to wonder where Crescent was. Giving a quick scan around the room, to my surprise and terror, the silver dragoness had vanished.
"Looking for your precious dragon-girl, Sky-furred?" Golden Eyes scowled, then smirked as I growled back. "You won't be seeing her any time soon."
We exchanged punches and kicks furiously, a flurry of dark green and gray-blue. I knew I was losing.
Couldn't someone come and help?
As if reading my thoughts, Golden Eyes sneered. "No, no one's going to help you now, Michelangelo."
That stung. I hated that name.
I snarled belligerently, and tried to keep myself on my feet, jumping in the air as she swept her foot gracefully under mine. But, that's only when I discovered, Golden Eyes never plays fair.
She jumped up nimbly to where I was and quickly tapped her finger three times on my chest. I felt a numbness seep in and with a groan I fell to the floor, but not before she caught me around the neck.
"No, not for a very long time indeed."
The, with a gesture of her hand, every one in the cave stood frozen, except me, the PureDragons and their leader. I was squirming like crazy, but every time I tried to loosen her grip, she would close it tighter until I felt my mind going blank. Nevertheless, I kept trying to break free from her iron grasp, kicking, panting for air, though it was useless.
Oh, okay. :D I'll check it out! (though, first, tell me, what do you mean by pom? I beat it's something really obvious....) And you're welcome! You're a good friend too!
The PureDragons fought against what had come of the DragonCounsel furiously, meeting them blow to blow. There was a large double door at the back of the cave that I hadn't noticed before, gaping open. That's where the three others must of come from.
A marbled cat, a red-brown dingo, and a grizzly bear had arrived. GE's group outnumbered us by four, currently, since I and Mac weren't fighting. Yet.
Sage was battling with everything he had in him against Golden Eyes. She parried him for every kick and punch he threw att her, and vica versa. Sage, the older dragon, was tiring quickly, though. He wasn't as powerful as her, but by the way he fought he didn't seem to believe it, or not want to.
Ignoring the pain throbbing on both sides of my stomach, in a few light steps and a flip in the air, I was crouched in front of them like the day I had faced those bandits in the Valley of Peace. Like a shadow, I slunk into battle.
Claw was fighting the marbled cat. The feline was darting around him, clawing were she could, while he aimed blindly, snapping and growling, a light of excitement in his eyes I hadn't seen for quite a while.
Silent was standing behind him, her bright azure eyes narrowed, hissing. It was two against one, the dingo and Hurricane. I didn't ever realize that to be in the DragonCounsel, you must be an Elemental, so maybe that's why I freaked out when she used one of Hurricane's spurts of wind and shoot a bunch of snow into it. The snow-tornado streaked straight to a dingo, who could only yelp in fear before it was hit by the whirl of snowy wind, and with a puff of snowflakes he stood paralyzed. That was one of the rarest moves I had ever seen. Maybe I needed Silent to teach me more....
I was brought back to reality as I saw a fist soaring toward me, and I was about to block it when someone knocked it away. I whipped around and saw Jade winking at me. I grinned and nodded my thanks, and then she scurried off to fight against Hurricane. Silent was now battling against the grizzly.
I spotted Boulder and Cliff advancing on Mac, and he was standing bravely with his sword in paw, challanging the two PureDragons. But then a flash of red joined him, and both began fighting with all their strength, which was quite a lot. Fuego had appeared.
"Oh. You again." Boulder scowled at Mac before beginning to fight as well. Cliff, instead of sneering as well, wavered his jade-green gaze to another green-eyed dragoness...Jade!
She wasn't exactly fighting with Hurricane, and I caught him smiling at her. I felt a growl rise insead my throat as I multitasked between battling Golden Eyes and watching my friend and Hurricane, an enemy fight. I could hear snatches of their conversation.
"I have a secret I could tell you. About..."
"What?" Jade snarled, eyes blazing. "That I'm pretty, because you've already told me that."
Undaunted, Hurricane continued. "About you, of course." The male dragon said it with unexpected tenderness.
Jade growled ferociously. I had never seen her so angry before. But through it, I could tell she wanted so badly to know the secret Hurricane held, and that he was now toying her with it.
I couldn't hear any more because I was forced to engage myself fully in combat. Golden Eyes could manage us two and us her, but suddenly, Sage gave a final blast of shadow, then raced away, beckoning for me to follow. With a doubtful glance at the golden-eyed dragoness, who had absored the shadow-blast dreadfully and was staggering against a pillar, I followed him cautiously through the double door.
He shut them behind us, and we were covered and darkness. He lit a small flame on one finger and it illuminated the bare corriders.
I looked back to where the muffled sounds of battle still echoed in the cave but went nervously after the dark dragon.
That was probably one of the worst mistakes of my life.
That's fine, take all the time you need!! :D
On ti the next chapter...please tell me how I did on this one....(embarrassed laugh)
I could still taste thr horror fresh and raw when I saw Crescent being hit by a bolt of lightning apperantly shot by a black-eyed, yellow-and-red dragon sneering in the corner. The rest of our group poured into the cave and fanned out, but nothing was clear in my mind but Crescent. I dropped on all fours and ran as I had never run before.
She had been thrown back with such force there was a spreading cobweb of a crack and a hollow area in the stone wall from where she had banged (more like slammed) into. I took it in with my heart leaping into my mouth and slid to a stop on my knees by her, too chocked so all I could gasp out was "Cress..."
She didn't respond. I quickly checked her pulse; too slow and faint to be fine, though I already knew she wasn't in the best condition. Hope blew out like a candle's flame out on a windy night.
She's going to die
I could feel tears burning my eyes, begging to be let loose, but I restrained. Crescent wasn't gone yet. And as long as I was still alive, I would protect from anything, death included.
Her chest rose and fell painfully slow, her breathing lower than a whisper, and I couldn't see anything to save her. My mind raced through everything we had done together, from meeting at the orphanage to...to... My eyes closed tightly, and one single tear slipped out.
Crescent gave one shallow, ragged breath after the other. Sounds of the battle were muted to murmurs in my ears.
And so I did the only thing I could do.
I kissed her.
Everything had been black. Absolutely, pitch black. It had no feeling to it, colorless, emotionless. Like nothing, really.
Then fireworks began exploding in my head.
Some were of pain, others of sounds I later realized were battle, and others of a who-know's-what feeling pulsing deep through me.
My eyes fluttered open. I felt like groaning and gasping at the same time, but I couldn't.
Because Mac and I were locked in a kiss, one that probably saved my life.
It was amazing, really, how peaceful I felt during that. Right before we broke up, though, Mac opened his amber eyes, and they were huge with something I couldn't exactly place.
I stared up at him, slightly lost, my face flushed, and my head swimming in a mixture of pleasently confused, tingly thoughts. His eyes shone like diamonds, maybe from tears, maybe from affection, something I'll never know. Geez, it wasn't as if I had died or something, was it?
The shocked, overjoyed look on his face proved to me otherwise.
"I thought..." he began softly, then changed his mind and grabbed my hands fiercely. "Crescent Drago, don't you ever do that to me again!"
I laughed, half out of nervous shock, half out of the weirdness of it all. "I won't, Mac, I promise. I promise."
Though it's not likely it would happen again, he looked relieved.
"Good," his voice was husky, and he smiled faintly. Then his ears pricked.
Suddenly he jerked his head up as if first noticing something, and his eyes stretched even wider, this time with fear. I looked up as well and stumbled up as quickly as possible with Mac's help.