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"Archeus!" a scream from a cyan-green dragon echoed through the sky. Furious wings beat with intense speed to catch up with the mud-colored counterpart. In his three fingered grasp held a man with bloodied arm and leg, shredded and dissolving with watery, red fluid dripping off them. "You bastard!"

The brown dragon chuckled deep within his throat and quickly turned, slamming his long, powerful tail into the smaller female. This made her stumble in the air but she quickly recover. "If you want to fight this bad for happiness, then I'll fight harder! I'm taking away the one thing you have left!" His crimson teeth smiled his insanity towards the female.

The cyan dragon looked at the man in the other dragon's claws. "Silver," she whispered to herself. Her eyes narrowed with anger and her blood boiled. With a swift beat of her wings, she lunged for Archeus but he knocked her back once more and flew off before she had recovered the second time.

"I'll make your life miserable!" Archeus let go of Silver, letting the man plummet to the raging rapids below.

"Silver!" Savilia dove for him. Her wings folded against her back as she descended into the water like a bullet. Her slightly webbed feet and hands helped her swim and her snake-like form helped her glide through the current. After about ten minutes, her lungs felt like they were going to burst. The draconic head surfaced and the sacs in her chest sighed with the fresh oxygen in them. Teardrop pupils looked around everywhere. To the sky, Archeus was long gone. A flame started to boil the blood in her heart more than before.

Savilia rested on the barstool. Her eyes were red and puffed from crying. A week had passed without any sign of her caretaker. Her hand rubbed over her face before setting her forehead on the wood in front of her. Brown streaks covered her face and shoulders from sight of anyone else. Nearly midnight, the place was near deserted. The only other occupants was a drunk amusing his two friends with slurred speech and fumbling over everything in front of him, even the air itself.

Her green and blue eyes opened at the touch on her shoulder. Lifting her head, the drunk had come up to her. For a moment, disgust rebelled depression. His firm hand supported on her shoulder.

"Whash a perty girl li'e you doin' out at thish time a night all 'lone?" he slurred.

Savilia inhaled and huffed the breath. Ignoring the drunken fool, she brushed his hand off her shoulder and started to walk off. Before her boot could step towards the door, the hand grabbed at her leather vest and pulled her back into his arms.

"You ain't goin' nowheresh." The drunk tensed his arms tight around her to hold against her struggling. In her peripheral vision, she noticed the other two aliens get up and start walking towards her.

"Fuck," she muttered. Hesitation was no option here. She bared her sharp teeth and sank them into the captor. A hoarse scream came from his throat. The grip loosened giving Savilia the chance to escape. Her boots hit the wood of the dock and thump thump thumped quickly as the three — or two since the drunk kept stumbling — trailed right behind her. She would have to be smart to get away from them.

Savilia skidded into an alleyway and jumped. Her feet hit the roof and she kept running, hoping to lead them off her tail. When this proved to be a fail, she had to think quicker. Her now glowing eyes peered around the dock, hoping for a miracle. She spotted a small boat. That would be helpful!

Changing course, she pushed off the roof and over the edge of the dock right next to the boat. The two sober aliens ran to the edge of the roof. "Shame such a good lookin' body like that had to go."

"Damn shame."

As the aliens dropped to the dock, Savilia peeked at the from behind the boat, clinging to it with her three claws. I have to be more careful, she thought. A sigh vaporized in the frosty air as she climbed to the deck of the boat.

Dirt boots hit the wooden deck. Savilia looked around at the exterior of the small boat. Not too shabby, she thought. Could be in better shape if taken care of, though. She shrugged it off and the concept of getting a good night's rest before heading out of this town in the morning.

She shuffled in her jeans pocket, her hands groped nothing. Her back and vest pockets were empty as well. A swear exhaled on her breath. She couldn't afford a room at the local inn and she wasn't planning on sleeping on the streets with those guys patrolling around. Leaning her elbow up against one of the masts, thinking of other possibilities. It was a desert area with no trees around for miles and the only source of water was that river that…

Savilia tore her mind away from the thought and focused on another. Wait… She was on a boat. Every boat, no matter how small, always has…

"A crow's nest!" she whispered aloud. It could be big enough for her teenage body to fit in, she hoped. Savilia climbed her way to the top where the decked area was. Laying down was a tight fit but a cozy one at that. With her form curled around the top of the mast, her eyes closed allowing her to get some sleep.