Faith woke with a start. She breathed hard, the night chill sinking through her scales. She looked about the night area, Star light giving a dim glow. Night sounds flared about, her eyes straining to see their source. Crickets hopped from leaf blade, to leaf blade. Her breathing eased slowly, her mind heavy from sleep. She finally relaxed. The dream. It had come again, striking her with fear. Her mind fixated upon that dream.
She had been sitting in a meadow, peace and harmony about. Then it happened. Fire lit through it, screams in pain and fear cried out. Day falling into fiery Darkness. Faith ran, only to get caught in a circle of fire. It closed in around her. She screamed, hoping something would come to save her. Her wings were tattered, she couldn't lift her self to fly. She screamed again, the heat of the fire making her burn without touching her scales. She wailed at the sight of the meadow burning. She had to get out of here. But there was no way. She cried, pain taking her, engulfing her. Flame over powering her. She screamed and fell into darkness. She found herself in a dark room, burns along her body. She cried from the pain. The room was made of stone, it's floors cold and damp. Blood. Blood had covered the floor, raw stench filled this prison. The door at the other side of the room slowly opened, a humanoid figure stood there. "Who are you?!" Faith scream in fear. The figure just laughed, echoes filled her mind, fear surged through her. Adrenaline pumping, she began to breathe hard, blood and burns covering her sinking in the mood. The figure smiled, the smile turning white against the blackness.
Faith took her mind off the dream. She shivered at the thought of it. The night chill sank into her. She curled up, trying to stay warm. Tears flooding her eyes. She didn't know why she cried, but she needed to. Pain filled her heart. If she was to go on, how could she with these dreams and tears? She alone had to bring the message to the fort to the east, if she didn't they would be over taken, like herself in the fires in her mind. She needed to rest if she was to move in the morning. But she couldn't, her fear and sorrow were bound by her duty. How could so many emotions stir this way within her own mind? She tried deep breathing, to easy her soul, but it didn't work. After an hour of her own thoughts sleep took her. The dream returned, terrorizing her with her mind. Terrorizing her in sleep.
Faith woke again, this time to the sun in her eyes. She needed to start moving. She stood slowly, shaking the morning dew from her scales. The dampness brought the dream again. She forced it from her mind. She started flying, her light wings taking her to the air with ease. Her slender frame made it even easier to dark through the air. Her mouth felt dry, but any stops would mean having to fly longer to reach the fort before the enemy did.If she could, in the next hour, she'd stop for water. She could go with out food until she got to the fort. She never thought she'd be doing something like this. But when the war started, things changed.
The fey had declared war upon the draconic. The dragons. If the stupid elves and fairies had stayed out of Draconic this wouldn't had happened. And of course the humanoids have always hunted the dragons, but never the fey until now. But it must have been a matter of time until they did as well.
Faith estimated that the fort was only a day and a half away. The bright blue skies open before her. Below the grass lands waved in the wind. Hours past in what seemed like minutes. She stopped to drink at a near creek. It's waters cooled her throat. Refreshed from the drink, she took back off into the air. By the looks of thing, she only had about an hour until sun went down. She made the most of her time, flying as fast as she could.
As night fell, she fell to the ground. Tired and hungry. Her mind fixed on her life before this happened. She quickly pushed those thoughts away. She pulled her sling pack of her back, she pulled out the last of her given supplies. Not much was there. Hardly enough for one meal. She ate it any way. as she finish hunger tore at her. The grass land was filled with grass, and not much else, the occasional bug maybe. Tired, sleep took her. A dreamless, unrestful sleep.
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Faith woke, sun light gleaming into her eyes. The thickness from night's sleep still clinging to her. She stood slowly, hunger taring at her stomach. She shook the weariness of, taking into the air. She had to make it to the fort. The dream crept back into her mind, sinking in. The fear and anxiety wouldn't leave her. The most important mission of her life was taking place, she would make it in time if she hurried, yet all that crossed her mind was disaster.
around noon she saw smoke on the horizon. Chills set down her spine. That was the fort, her imagination taking over, driving her to fear the worst. That's when she saw them. They were a small group of fey, mix matched fey, in the open, laughing and singing as if war wasn't about them. Their joyous songs speaking of peace. Peace. Of all the things infernal, the beings who started the war sang as if nothing happened. Hatred filled her heart, If these idiots were going to let their stupid songs of peace stop her mission they were wrong.
She kept flying, one of the fey spotting her. He called to her, or at least made her presence known, in some strange language. She ignored him, her eyes set in the direction of the fort. AS the smoke on the horizon continued to fly upward, her eyes strained to see the structure clouded by it's blackness.
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