Dragon Mystics: Supernatural Prison 2(37)

Wait.

The dragon marked were supposedly unkillable. Such an insane concept. I’d always been well aware of my mortality, so to start thinking of yourself as immortal, well, it would take some getting used to. But surely the Four had tried dropping us from a massive height in their quest to find the right weapon. Guess I was about to find out how immortal I was.

I hit the ground.

The sensation of bones crushing, organs pierced, blood splashing around … it’s not something I could really describe. Or the pain. There were definitely no words for the pain. I would have done anything to escape the agony ripping through every part of my body.

I sensed thumps landing around me, but I was too far gone to wonder or care what the hell they were. Even the flash of blue light which washed over my closed eyelids barely registered.

My dragon roared then, and this time I didn’t have to reach, she smashed her barriers and the power of her energy flooded through my weakened body. Had I been holding her back?

Either way, the pain receded. It seemed even my nerve endings were afraid of my dragon. I shifted, and this time the sensations were not so strange – the weird rainbow spectrum, the sense of smell which allowed me to actually taste the different scents on the air. Strength coursed through me, knitting bones together, sealing organs and flooding my massive veins with blood. Blue and silver flashed in the sunless light, and I could finally see the wash of iridescent ocean colors which threaded my scales and fur.

It took a few tries to get the feel for my other body. I’d landed on the pink shifting sand and dug my talons in, but I was still a little unsteady on my large, clawed feet.

Something caught my attention. A black dragon was barreling toward me. The expression on his huge head was ferocious. I’d never seen Braxton look so feral; he was beyond a nightmare, especially with the blue flames. I should have been deathly afraid, but I was pretty sure fear wasn’t an emotion dragons felt. And, like the very first time, the flames called to my dragon. I strode across to him, the heavy tail thumping behind me.

Would the flames burn me? Before I could even contemplate the complexities of what might happen – and trust me, the dragon brain seemed to be capable of calculating pretty much every variable of a situation – Braxton shot his head forward and wrapped his long neck around mine, intertwining us in a sort of dragon hug. A strange humming sensation started low in my chest, the vibrations weak to begin with but gathering strength, and pretty soon I was thrumming loudly. Braxton’s dragon returned the motion, moving his body even closer. The flames did no more than warm the fur and scales covering my hide, despite the fact I expected to scent burning hair.

I sensed the creatures surrounding us before I saw them, a mixture of bear-monkeys, water dragons, harpies, eagle flyers, and another massive looking octopus animal. I eyed the newest freak-show: the octopus. It had a large spear-like tentacle scattered throughout its other appendages, and I guessed this was the culprit for the sharp pain I’d felt through my thigh.

Fucker.

I pulled back from Braxton, rolling floods of anger ripping through my dragon self. These Faerie creatures had tried to kill us. Now we were going to return the sentiment.

Our dragons fell in back-to-back. The fey-land inhabitants hesitated. I guess after seeing what Braxton’s dragon was capable of, they were afraid to face two of us. Which they should be.

Sure, I was pretty useless, lacking the years of training that dragons required to master control of their beast. But I was still dragon and dragons had no equal.

I was delighted that my beast and I seemed to be thinking in sync, even more than the last time I’d shifted. In the prison my dragon had wrested control from me; this time it was still me, even more than when I was in my wolf form.

Lifting my head, I freed the growling howl which had been building in my body. Flames followed, and I was both impressed and astonished, since I hadn’t called for fire. Maybe that buildup I’d felt had been fire?

The creatures still weren’t attacking. Their caution was clear, although I could see in the distance they continued to fight each other. I was sick of waiting for something to happen. I was going to make it happen. I lunged forward, and even with my lack of knowledge – and some would say coordination – I was a weapon. My dragon claws sliced through bear-monkeys like a hand through air, and my teeth had no problem snapping the water dragons in half. Although, I soon learned to avoid this, they tasted like moldy ass.

Braxton and I were just finding our groove, carving a path of destruction, when a shout drew our attention.

“You two about done?”

I recognized that voice. Lifting my snout familiar scents floated on the air particles toward me.