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[Krenko]

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[TheSongOfTheStars]

Alistair peered up at the sign that declared in blazoned letters "Dezontie City"
"What do you say boy? Shall we see what we can see?"

The dragon wolf growled softly, but followed obediently at his master's heels.

It took just a few minutes walking for the signs of civilization to show.
The road changed from hard packed earth to cobblestone, low walls sprang up from the green turf, and small huts with sleeping travelers could be found every ten minutes of steady walking.

Alistair's eyes flicked with amazement from one thing to another and he wondered what the city would be like. Could it possibly be more fascinating? Where there more people?

The question answered itself as a massive wall reared itself out of the horizon. Warm gold light tinged the edges, giving it an impossibly majestic look.

The d-wolf growled again, but Alistair was too absorbed in the view to notice.

The city was just beginning to wake up as Alistair passed through the wide gates, feeling infinitesimally small as he tried to see the ceiling arched high above him.

Wandering aimlessly, simply in awe of his surroundings, he eventually found himself in a place with stalls and booths displaying a wonderfully diverse amount of things; he could hardly take it all in.

Trying to see everything at one go, he ended backing into a cloth merchant's stall.

Exclaiming apologies and scrabbling to snatch up the gauzy bits of silk before they could be spoiled on the ground, Alistair accidently let his sleeves fall back.

The merchant raised an eyebrow at the white scars across Alistair's arms. "Dragon wolf rider are you?"

"No," Alistair muttered.
The merchant snorted softly "I know a d-wolf rider scars when I seem them. And there's also the fact that there's a d-wolf standing next to you."

Alistair felt his cheeks flush and muttered something intelligible.
"Here to scope out the track beforehand ehh?"
"Something like that."


Alistair hurried off, bewildered.
Was that what he'd been?


Eventually he found his way out of the market, his mind worrying over the idea of what he may have been.
He was so distracted, he didn't realize where he had wandered until the dragon-wolf began whining.
He glanced down, concerned. But the creature wasn't upset. Instead he was eagerly straining forwards.

Alistair followed its line of sight, and felt his mouth dry out.

A huge white columned building was ahead of them. Guarded by strange cloaked men. And a dragon. With armor. And a huge hammer.

"C'mon boy, time to go."
The dragon guard lifted his head and his coal black eyes widened when he saw the young man and dragon wolf.

He stooped, growled something to the nearest cloaked guard, then leaned the war hammer across the ground.

Alistair turned and began walk away as quickly as he could without breaking into a full out dash.
Before he had gone three steps a rush of wind filled his ears, then steel clamps encircled his torso and drew him up with a terrific yank.

His shouts and screams of protest where lost in the hurricane of sound that the dragon's wings generated.
Blood trickled from his knuckles as he pummeled the razor scales in anger. Then he caught a glimpse of the city below. Tiny boxes marching in narrow rows. And he thought that perhaps, he didn't want the dragon to let him go, just right then.

It was a few seconds of rapid flight and the city melted into forest, the forest turned to grasslands randomly dotted with huge rock outcroppings.
At one of the most massive rocks, the dragon began to tilt downwards, and came to a landing at the base.

"Alistair what where you thinking? You could've lost your head you stupid human!"
Thick smoke poured from the agitated dragon's mouth, making it impossible for Alistair to breath.

After coughing and rubbing the stinging tears out of his eyes, Alistair realized the dragon had put him down.
"I'm waiting Alistair."

"Who are you?"

"Don't play games with me young man."
"No," Alistair wobbled to his feet, using the dragon-wolf as support "You don't play games with me! Who are you and what do you want with me?"

There was silence as the dragon guard stared down at the man, eyes bright and sad.
"They got you, Alistair, didn't they?"
Alistair crossed his arms "I don't know."

The huge head dipped down "I know you don't. You don't remember anything do you?"
Alistair paused, biting down hard on his lip, remembering the note he had supposedly written to himself. This dragon could very well be one of "them"

"Well, maybe I do remember something's. What's it to you?"

"Alistair, you have no reason to trust me. But you're just going to have to."

Alistair looked down. The dragon-wolf looked back up at him, red eyes glimmering unconcerned.

He looked back up at the dragon guard and gestured at the d-wolf. "What's his name then?"

"Zephyr."
The ragged ears swept up and the muzzle turned towards the dragon guard with a friendly bark.

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Zoran flicked a bug lazily off his arm and leaned back. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the burlap bags behind him. A dragon statue loomed over him, as magnificent as the day Wizard Avery had created it in the town square. Zoran's thoughts began to wander, and it was then that the screaming began.
Zoran leapt to his feet to find that the dragon in the town square was no longer a statue but a ferocious snarling dragon. It was surrounded by robed men who didn't look too friendly. The dragon roared again, and a dozen doves flew from the building behind him. Zoran flinched at the roar and tried to make his legs turn and run. But his traitorous legs froze where they were and Zoran watched as one of the robed figures raised his arm. The doves which had been fleeing turned. Their feathers turned to sharp metal and the doves began to fling themselves at the slower citizens who hadn't ran fast enough. Zoran closed his eyes as he listened to the thunks and the screams that would be silenced forever.
A prickling sensation that he was being watched crawled down Zoran’s spine. He turned to find one of the robbed men raising a staff. Zoran dove just in time, and a loud crash echoed from where he had been standing before. Zoran turned tail and ran. He risked a look back to see that the mage had decided to come after him, and the dragon was watching Zoran with a grim look of satisfaction. A branch found it's way beneath Zoran’s foot, and he sprawled on the ground. The robed man advanced, his staff raised threateningly. Zoran closed his eyes and hoped that death would be swift. And them a grunt and something rolled to Zoran's foot. He opened his eyes to find that the man had collapsed before him, his hood raised and face a grotesque mask of horror. Zoran looked at the man in surprise as the dragon let out a loud cry of anger. The dragon made his way towards Zoran, his girth toppling buildings and scattering people left and right. It didn't take long for the dragon to reach Zoran, and Zoran could do nothing, frozen in fear. The dragon lifted his head and let out another roar, challenging any who would defy him. Then the dragon came down and swallowed Zoran in one big gulp.

Zoran felt himself sliding down something slippery and wet. Then there was land beneath his feat and a light breeze drifted across his face. Sunlight warmed his face, and soft grads brushed his feet.
“Are you alright?” a voice exclaimed worriedly.
“Who are you? Am I dead?” Zoran muttered.
“No, you're alive.” Zoran stood and then gasped at the sight before him. A sprawling city with many people going along their business spread out before him. Around the city were endless plains that seemed to stretch on forever.
“What is this?” Zoran whispered, awed by the city. A girl stepped up next to him and smiled. Zoran looked at her and his eyes widened in surprise. “Olivia? I thought you were dead!”
“I’m very much alive, brother. And welcome to the Devoured City.”

Sorry if there's any spelling mistakes! I wrote it on a tablet.

[DeMaizu]

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