Chapter 1 : Atlas
The eastern tess dragon felt a knot form in her throat... she had to get back to the kingdom a.s.a.p.
The midnight breeze against her face didn't help her feel any better either. She continued to pull a small furry figure closer to her chest.
It was surprisingly, yet fittingly cold tonight...
The child she was holding had thankfully not woken up yet to see that he may never find home again. She was glad that her swimming-like motions while flying was lulling to the child.
As tears started to form in her eyes, she paused, and took deep breaths of crisp air. After a couple deep breaths, she let her front end fall even, and continuing the flight.
The furry child in her small talons moved a little. Small whimpers sounded.
"...Sibi...?"
She paused, leaning her upper body up, craning her neck to his face.
"Where are we going...?" his voice was weak, and quiet.
"Sh... Asri... Just go back to sleep..." she tried to make her voice as lulling as possible.
"But Sibi..."
"Just go to sleep Asriel. You're safe with me." she whispered into the goat-child's ear.
"Okay, Sibi..." he nuzzled into her chest scales.
She then let herself fall back into flight. She sighed and smiled, as she remembered something she and Queen Toriel had always done with Asriel as he went to sleep.
The only reason she herself participated was the fact that she loved singing.
She took a deep breath and started quietly.
"Some saw the sun; some saw the smoke, some heard the gun, some bear the bow."
"Sometimes the wire," She took another breath, "was tense for the note."
Asriel seemed to pull himself closer.
"Calling the fire..."
"Say oooh,"
"I'm about... to explode."
"I'll carry your world. I'll carry your world, aaaaah."
She felt for the child's movement again, not feeling any, but just in case.
"Carry your world. I'll carry your world, aaaaaaah."
She sighed.
"I promise to protect your son, Queen Toriel and Lord Asgore." her own promise echoed in her head. She felt as if she was really singing this for everybody in the Underground kingdom.
"Some far away; Some search for gold, Some dragon to slay," she narrowed her eyes a little at the line. "Heavan we hope, is just after 'ope'."
She let her eyes fall normal.
She felt as if she had a million anvils on her back due to the battle going on back at the kingdom.
"Show me the way, cause I'm... I'm about to explode."
"Carry your world... I'll carry your world..." she sighed, figuring out that the prince had fallen asleep.
She smiled a little. Sometimes she wished she was as young and innocent as him.
She spotted a little cleft... luckily it was near a village. The. Village.
She slowly let herself fall towards the clift. She landed rather clumsily, her feet landing first and using her head and neck to replace her front legs.
She lifted her snout to the air, managing to balance on her rather 'stubby' back legs, sniffing. Bingo. A soft scent waffered into her nose, leading her to smile. She lifted into flight clumsily, jumping with her back feet and
treading a little to gain balance, then following the scent like a beagle to a raccoon.
Soon enough, she came across a field of beautiful yellow flowers. Buttercups. Perfect.
She carefully laid down the prince in the field of buttercups, smiling as she finally landed her front legs on the ground, staring at
him with calm neon blue eyes.
She sighed, picking at some scales on the inside of her right arm, taking out a little piece of paper. She nuzzled around the ground for some graphite, then placed the paper on her 'knee', using the graphite to write.
'Please don't come looking for us. Find refuge with the humans. There is a village nearby, go to them. I've talked to them before and they seem like nice people. If you still insist on coming back... wait until you're old enough. You'll know truely when. -Siberia, Royal Scout'
She then folded the note and managed to slide it into the goat-child's hand. She sighed, looking down at the eastern dragon pendant handing from her neck. She slowly moved her talons up to the eye of the metal
pendant, pulling out the sapphire eye. She then slid the jewel inside the note.
The dragon moved her muzzle by his ear- she took a breath. "We are a living the same way, the same way. We are escaping the same way, the same way."
Thankfully, Asriel remained still. "Circling, ooohh. We are a part of the same play, the same play. We think we're making our own way, our own way..."
The air felt as if it was getting colder. She pulled some rocks closer with her tail, then blasted a strong blue flame on them. "You don't have to hold your head up, round and round; I won't fall away this time. Till you Oh no.
show me what this life is for..." she pushed the rocks close to the prince with her tail.
She realized how long she'd been gone. Fourty minutes.
She wished she could've left something else, but she knew she couldn't. She was supposed to be back ten to twenty minutes ago. She lifted her head, turning, then jumping into flight.
She felt tears form in her eyes as the wind softly beat on her face, but it was relaxing to have the wind in her scales.
She moved with a sort of grace that you'd have if you combined a swimming dolphin and a swimming crocodile or alligator.
Sibera beat her legs more, speeding up in the direction of the kingdom.
Her gaze tensed as she saw smoke.
"No..." her voice was shaky with shock.
"No, no, no, no,no!" she hissed as she sped up, letting herself fall into the border.
When she landed, she thought her heart stopped. A knot quickly formed in her stomach.
Dead bodies lie everywhere, blood or not. She looked to recognize each fighter...
She even noticed the iconic skeleton she'd seen sleeping on duty, which she kinda understood why. Why sit around doing nothing all day for people who would probably not come?
She even noticed her quick combat trainer, and the same trainer who trained that skeleton who really wanted to be in the Royal Guard for some reason. She sighed, letting her head hang in respect to the dead.
A thought struck her mind. Starling. If Star' is still alive, we might be able to defeat the attacker and catch them off guard! She swallowed, jumping up, and soaring towards the castle entrance.
She then shot upwards, entering through the largest window, meant for her and Starling returning from duty.
She landed on a purple velvet carpet. She looked around, there where two pillows and two blankets usually strewn in different parts of the room, but this time they where together.
Siberia let a soft smile cross her face. She lifted her snout, opening her jaws a bit, letting out a soft 'chrr'.
A rather large furry figure ran up, she seemed about twice the size of Siberia.
The tess dragon smiled immediately. "Starling! Thank Asgore you're still alive!"
The winged wolf-looking dragon had a grim look on her face. "Uh, yeah."
Siberia narrowed her eyes a little, letting a worried look slide across her face. "What's wrong?"
She felt as if she was frozen when she heard the demonic voice following her question.
"Hello... SIBERIA."
With a bang against the back of her head, and a thud against the floor, the room went black...