Just Keep Running! I yelled in my head while my feet pounded against the pavement, creating an echo in my head and around me. Blood pumping through me was the worst because it was also pouring out of my cuts on my arms and legs.
I reached a gap in the ground that looked like a canyon... "I will make it." I told myself. With one breath, I leaped over the gourge, tumbling on my feet, my legs collapsing from underneath me and falling on my side, rolling from where my feet once stood and now feeling like the world was falling.
I had, in fact, made the jump. But feeling more energy drain made me hobble along the brimstone path and try to seek sanctuary out of this crippling rain that was weakening me.
The Island of Burke, eh? Not the best place to run from a fight but it does justice. But the whole reason I ran was to seek help for my dear friend, Magenta. My Pegasus who was badly injured in the fight, her wings bloody and hooves damaged. I had hoped this place would be crawling with activity... Never assume anything anymore.
Don't give up now. I'm trying not to.
Until I finally reached the towns square. I looked around and then saw... Dragons... Lots of dragons everywhere as if they housed them in the Island of Burke. I thought this was Viking Territory. Proned to HATE dragons! Guess I was wrong...
My legs finally gave in and I fell forward, collapsing. But for some strange reason, the dragons helped me. Only one eager to help me though.
A black one with two horns on it head on each side. It's smooth scaly body was an easy grip for me when the dragon lifted me onto it's back. Why is this happening? Shouldn't they be ripping my limbs off?
I struggled to breathe and felt something slip between my parted lips... My own blood. The dragon's wings stayed at it's sides, making sure not to drop me onto the wet pavement. This was so weird. But I didn't want to pass judgment. I was the injured one here... Magenta!
I tried to sit up but I felt a sudden pain in my stomach and collapsed back down on the dragon. It slowly crawled up a flight of stairs and I clutched at my stomach, feeling another sting. The dragon approached a large set of doors and then pushed them open with its nose. Vikings were at every corner of this... Mess Hall and gasped at the sight of the dragon... Or me.
I slumped over on it's back, too tired and in pain to do anything even remotely alarming.
"Toothless, what happened?" I heard a voice say. I let out a groggy moan before opening my eyes. I only saw a blur of the face... A boy. With brown hair and forest green eyes. Anything else was a total blur. "Go get help! She's hurt! Bad!" The boy said. I put my head on the dragon's neck and breathed in shallow breaths.
Only God could help me now. I felt tears streak down my face and I parted my lips to moan but I said her name. "Magenta..." I moaned, soon grabbing my side and falling off of the dragon and onto the floor with a thud. I then started coughing up blood.
"Who?" Someone said. "M- Magenta... The...The shore... Agh! Help her... please..." I begged, still squirming and twitching in pain. "You heard her! Go to the shore!" The boy yelled. I let my head hit the floor, making an echo in my ears.
"Hold on... We'll get you help. Just... Hold on." The boy said to me. I just shook my head, my eyes squinted shut firmly and my jaw clenched, baring my teeth in pain. I felt a soft rub against my cheek and I saw the blur of the dragon.
I put my palm down on the beast's nose and smiled... "Thank you." Were my last words before I blacked out.