𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕠
kalon #; 1594
username | Imagine_Ink || gender | Male
Angelo ducked into the alley- just in time to avoid a troop of Iron Soldiers marching past. He clutched his bag, the one he couldn’t let out of his sight, the one he definitely did not want anyone else to see, tightly to his chest, pressing himself further against the hard brick. He wished he could melt into the wall, and stay there, if it meant he would be safe. Staying in the city was getting more dangerous with every second, for more guards kept appearing. Although he had his suspicions about why their number had increased, he could only guess.
But it was imperative he made it out of the city alive. His life depended on it.
He let out a huff of relief as they marched out of sight. Their heavy footsteps faded away, until it was nothing. He stood up, swinging his pack onto his back. He peeked out of the alley quickly, catching sight of the open street. To his dismay, not a hundred yards away, a second group of Iron Soldiers marched swiftly towards him. Angelo ducked back into the alley. Although it was dark and dusty, maybe it would be safer than the open road.
He snuck down the alley, his footsteps light on the hard stone. He ducked left, and then right, thankful for a vast knowledge of the city’s backstreets. The bag weighed heavily on his shoulders, as he ducked through a low hole in a fence covering the alley. He stared out around him, taking in the massive piles of old cars, piled high around the blacktop. He could see several, no trespassing signs on the outer side of the fence.
Angelo began to stride forward- but was stopped when his bag squirmed.
“Not again,” he muttered, as his bag began to shake. He glanced around, hoping, praying that no one had seen them. When he was sure the coast was clear, he ducked into a massive metal box, sitting on the back on an old truck. The box was slanted, due to missing half its wheels, but it would suffice for his purposes.
He swung the back onto the cold metal, kneeling down next to it. He pulled open the flap, and glared into the bag. Although rather small on the outside, the bag had been magically enlarged, to suit his purposes. Inside, it contained a mass of blankets, where a black dragon was curled up. The dragon’s eyes were narrowed, glaring forcefully up at him.
“You have to stop moving, Cosmos,” he told it sternly. “Getting you of the city is hard enough without being seen by those stupid Iron soldiers. If someone saw my bag moving, you’d be taken for sure!”
Cosmos shifted around on his nest. A nebula of color flared on his wings, and thousands of stars appeared on his scales. Ever since he had grown, becoming almost as large as Angelo, the dragon had been acting as though he didn’t have to listen to him.
“I know you don’t want to leave,” said Angelo, “But you’re getting too big for the hatchery. If you stayed any longer, you would be discovered. Things are bad enough since security has increased in the city, but if you or the hatchery was found, we’d all be dead.”
Cosmos huffed. He glanced back up at Angelo, and blinked slowly. Angelo knew the dragon understood. He reached into the bag, and scratched Cosmos under his chin. The dragon hummed happily, and settled himself more comfortably on the blankets. Angelo breathed a sigh of relief, and closed his back.
“You could also stand to lose a few pounds,” Angelo grumbled, as he heaved the bag back onto his shoulders. Cosmos nipped his back through the back of the bag, but remained still. Angelo crept from the box, and hurried out of the fenced area as fast as he could.
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Angelo glanced around. On either side, the street was deserted. Before him, the dark wall stood imposingly against the smoke-filled sky. Houses lined the bottom of the dark stone, and guards wandered the ramparts, peering out into the darkness beyond the city. Angelo took a deep breath, and ran forward.
He ducked into through the door of an empty home, one of the many that had been abandoned this close to the wall. Cobwebs hung in the corners, and he could barely see. However, he knew this building like the back of his paw, and could traverse it easily. He made his way deeper into the house. The cellar door, one of the few that were still intact, creaked open as he pushed it. His bag quivered as they descended. Angelo blinked as his eyes adjusted. He could barely make out the stacks of boxes lining the walls.
He moved forward. A rat skittered past his feet. With a paw outstretched, he felt along the boxes until he discovered a crevasse, just big enough for him to squeeze through. He forced himself into it, disappearing through the dark. With a paw stretched out before him, he reached found a wooden door, set into the dirt. He forced it open, grunting with the effort. He blinked, as his eyes were met with a sudden bright light of a lantern, one that burned constantly in the dark. The warm light illuminated a tunnel, winding into the dark.
Angelo felt a snout touch the back of his neck. He glanced around, and saw Cosmos poking his head out of the pack. He stared mournfully at Angelo.
“I know you don’t want to say goodbye,” said Angelo, smiling sympathetically. “I don’t either. But on the either side of this tunnel, beyond this cursed city, is a world full of possibility. You’ll like it much better. You might even be able to see the stars.”
Cosmos’s eyes lit up at the mention of stars. He retracted his head into the bag. Angelo grinned, and began to stride forward, towards a new life of possibility and adventure.
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