Spyro crept forwards on his belly, his stomach pressed flat against the grass. The doe he was stalking was blissfully unaware of his presence, slowly munching its way through the succulent blades of grass, slowly approaching Spyro in his hiding spot. All of a sudden, the wind shifted, violently, and unexpectedly, and Spyro knew what was coming. His scent drifted towards the female, and her head jumped up, sensing the smell of adrenaline and sweat, as well as a slight hint of blood.
Spyro was about to pounce when the deer bolted, and Spyro gave chase, panting hard. All of a sudden, a dark shadow jumped up from the grass, the long, sleek body almost merging with the night sky as Cynder grabbed hold of the doe's neck and gave a swift twist. There was a loud sickening snap, and the female went down.
"Awe, Cynder, that one was my kill!" Spyro said, a little ticked that he had exerted all that energy for nothing. Cynder was already dicing up the meat, pleased with her fine use of her wind ability.
"Your name isn't on it, see? Mine is though." Sure enough, there glittering in the moonlight, she had carved her name into the animals bone, leaving a slightly green trail of poison along in its wake. She never looked at him while she was working. Actually, Spyro was kind of used to it by now, even though it bothered him. Still, after almost seven years since she had confessed her love to him. She was still mad at him about that actually, though he didn't know why. Even so, they were still good friends.
"OK, fine, guess that makes us even." Spyro said, smiling half way. It was more of a grimace really. He never did like to be alone with Cynder nowadays. It felt like half the time she wanted to smother him in kisses, and the other half she wanted to slit his throat while he was sleeping. Though tonight seemed a bit different. She was being a bit savage tonight.
"Cynder something's bothering you."
"Nothing is wrong Spyro. It's just the injuries." Cynder said, slicing the hindquarters clean in two.
"Cynder, I've known you for far too long to know when there is a problem. You know it and I know it. So why bother trying to hide it?" Spyro said, grimacing a bit at the dragoness's efficiency and ferocity.
Cynder sighed "Spyro, how long do you think we are going to have to fight for our lives? It's not the fact that I don't want to fight, I do, especially after tonight. Losing Nova was hard for me, you know how close we were to each other. She was like a twin to me. Actually our relationship wasn't much unlike yours and –"
"Cynder, please, I'm having a hard enough time as it is trying not to think about him. It's too painful; I keep seeing his smiling face in my mind." Spyro said. Cynder looked at him, seeing the tears he struggled to hold back. She knew the squadron rules, but she couldn't help herself, she had to comfort him. Cynder leaned in and draped her head over her friends shoulder, crying with him at the loss of their friends, and put her wings around there bodies, drawing the legendary dragon closer. Spyro couldn't bear it anymore, and he let the tears silently flow, mourning the loss of his dragonfly brother, his family, hunter, mole-yair, Kane, the guardians, and last of all, his mentor, and the Chronicler, Ignitus, and all the others he had encountered on his journey. It was tough for them both. Cynder pulled away, and looked her purple friend in the eye for the first time in weeks
"It's going to be ok Spyro. Does it hurt? Yes, it hurts unbelievably. Do we mourn? Yes we mourn." They heard a quiet shriek in the distance, and both their heads snapped towards the noise. Cynder lowered her voice, and spoke with urgency "Spyro, you know our motto. 'Never give up.' There will always be more allies, and more friends by our side. Besides, we haven't lost all our friends yet, and that's not going to change anytime soon. So keep your chin up, we'll make it through. We always have before. Now help me lug this meat back to our campsite." Cynder let her tail drag a small amount under Spyros chin before she bent down and picked up the largest chunk she could carry, and Spyro, with shivers running down his spine from the contact, did the same, grabbing a slightly larger piece.
They disappeared into the shadows, quickly heading towards the small light that had come into existence during their tender moment.
"So really, what's bothering you though?" Spyro asked through the darkness. He could barely see his first officer through the darkness.
"Spyro, it's been six and a half years since you started this squadron, and at first, when you formed it, I was thrilled. We needed replacements for the guardians. However, when you formed it, I was a bit apprehensive, and you seemed to be as well. When Malefor attacked for the second time, I was a bit more preoccupied with the evil around us, than with what you did with the squad, but I couldn't help but notice changes."
"Cynder I-"
"SHUT UP! SHUT UP AND LET ME FINISH DAMNIT!" Spyro was a bit surprised at that, and he saw the glistening of Cynders tears through the darkness. He held his tongue though.
"You distanced yourself from me! After all we've been through, you abandoned me! And I had nowhere else to turn! If it hadn't of been for Nova, I think I might have left the squad! But I stayed, and you just went through this war like nothing had changed!"
"No wait a-"
"I'M NOT DONE YET!"
"Cynder list-"
That was as far as he got. Cynder turned and smacked him as hard as she could across the face, sending Spyro and the meat flying. Actually, when Spyro got up, he saw that the meat, the entire torso had been cleaved straight in two, the spine and ribs had clean smoking cuts through them where Cynders poison was burning a trail through the bone.
Man I got lucky.
"How could you? I sacrificed everything for you! And you turned around and slap me much harder in the face than I could ever slap you! I lov-"
Enough was enough, "CYNDER!" Cynder fell silent, and Spyro was almost sure she was going to slap him again. But she held herself, and turned away, walking towards the light that was Blaze.
"Cynder! Hang on. Do you think, that because I made that rule, that I didn't care about you?"
"Bingo."
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
Cynder turned back and went to slap him again, the meat she was carrying sliding off her back. Spyro was able to block her just in time, and a long resounding note rang as the metallic blades struck one another. Cynder spoke as she swung at him again.
"Is it, now?!?! Think about it Spyro. Ever since you made that damned rule, I have done nothing but distance myself from you!"
Spyro was amazed at her tenacity. She forced him back several steps with ten quick movements of her tail, Spyro flipping and ducking and leaping to avoid her swipes. She was finally able to pin him on his back and bring her tail to his throat, and Spyro actually thought for a moment that she was going to kill him. But she stayed her blade, letting it quiver at his throat before moving it down to his heart.
"I never fought at your side the entire war, trying to get my mind off of you! I stayed away from you as much as possible. I talked with Nova the most, and she stopped me several times from committing suicide. And yet, whenever I was in trouble, whenever my life was about to be taken from me, and I was ready to die, to end the pain, you were always right there, protecting me. And every time, I thought, could this be it? Could this be the point where he finally gives in, and returns my love? And every damn time, when the fighting was over, and I was in your arms, you dropped me, and sprinted back into the fight, just giving me one more order."
Spyro suddenly wedged his feet under Cynders stomach, and kicked hard, sending her flying over his head, and he was able to regain his footing. However, Cynder was far quicker than him, and nearly had him, as he took to the air, trying to outdistance her. She was fueled by anger, and he knew it, so when he turned around and saw her flipping through the air, and then fly up between the moon and himself, he knew he was in big trouble.
He got an idea suddenly, though, and charged up an earth bullet, sending it flying into Cynders stomach, sending her flying, and just as the dust was clearing, he burst through to grab her around the neck, and slam her back into the ground. Cynder seemed a bit surprised that he would use actual combat maneuvers against her. Quake and Spyro had developed that sneak attack to use against Elite troops. However, Spyro held her fast, pinning her arms at her sides, and using his feet to pin the base of her tail.
"And how does that make me not care? Cynder look around you! Many of our squad mates would concede that I still have feelings for you. And I'll admit it, I still have feelings for you. But if you seriously think that we would have survived that war while carrying out a relationship, then I do believe you're seriously mistaken."
"And what about before?!?! Before the squadron, hmm? You fell in love with me on that particular adventure, and we beat the Dark Master with just each other! No help from some special squadron."
"We had the guardians help."
"All respect due, they were old, ancient. And we lost Ignitus because of that. Admit it. You're doing this for yourself, because you couldn't bear the thought of losing me!"
Spyro bit his lip.
"I knew it!"
Cynder swiped her tail under Spyros rear legs, and he fell over, giving Cynder the chance to get out from under him. Spyro expected another heavy blow at any second, instead, he felt a big push on his side, and he flipped onto his back, Cynder, jumping on top of him, and holding him down. He was expecting her too bring her tail blade to his throat again, but what she did surprised him far more, although it shouldn't have.
"Cyn-"
The rest of his sentence was forced into a passionate kiss, as Cynders tongue began to dance around in his mouth.
Hellspawn, that's a first. Not a Complaint, just an observation.
Spyro tried hard to fight it, but eventually, he just went with it. Finally, Cynder broke the contact, and Spyro smiled up at her.
"Very forceful, Cynder." She smiled down at him, and laid her head on his chest, feeling Spyros rapidly beating heart.
If that doesn't convince him, then I don't know what will.
"All right, I give up, Cynder, you win. I'll think about it, and make arrangements, but if we go to war again, don't expect me too just leave the squadron and run."
"Why not revoke the rule?"
"Because I'm not going to revoke some rule, just for my own personal benefit. I still stand by my decision. The rule stays, but I will actively seek to leave the squadron as soon as possible."
"So who is going to lead?"
"That is a question I don't know the answer too, Cynder."
She was silent for a moment before looking at him from his chest, "This is turning out to be a horrible drama play, like the ones we used to see in Warfang."
"OH GOD! I hated those! I can't believe my life has become one!" Cynder laughed.
"Come on stud, help me with this meat."
Eclipse was enjoying this moment. She knew she was being a bit shallow, but she was genuinely enjoying herself, being so close to a male dragon. It hadn't been like this in a long time. A REALLY long time.
"You know Thunder; I never realized how warm your body is." She called to the yellow dragon under her, over the whistling of the wind. She was guiding the dragon through the night, as he couldn't see very well in the pitch black area. Eclipse however, being a genuine shadow dragon, could see as if it were day. She could even see the dragon carrying her aloft blush, as his embarrassment grew. He remained silent however, as he almost always did, and Eclipse gave herself the luxury of a low chuckle. Thunder felt it.
"Careful, Eclipse." He said in his reflective voice.
"About what?"
"You know the squadron rules." He said, looking back over his shoulder, and giving her a slight smile. She almost fell off of him at that, but kept her composure. Thunder rarely ever showed any emotion, although she knew he purposely suppressed emotions to keep himself focused in combat. To even get a smile out of him was a rare treat. She wonder what he meant by it.
Hang on now, Eclipse, girl. You're reading into it way too much.
"Yeah, kind of like how the others follow them. Kind of like Spyro and Cynder." She said, giving him a role of the eyes and scanning the horizon. She had gained plenty of information, but she enjoyed herself up here, and Thunder didn't seem to mind carrying her. They had already glimpsed what they believed to be a small city in the distance, about 50 miles from their current location. However, they were the only ones in sight for about ten miles. She had also gotten good views of some strange, bipedal creatures, and the vehicles they used to get around, even though she didn't know how they worked. One had even caught her eye, a green one, which traveled much faster than the others. It had however, disappeared into the city about 5 minutes ago, and Eclipse could no longer track it amongst the mass of light.
"They keep to themselves, even though I worry about the Captain and 2." Thunder responded, referring to them without their real names, as he almost always did.
"Yeah I know, it's just I know they have feelings for each other. It's just I wouldn't know why Spyro made up that stupid rule. We all want to carry out relationships."
Thunder slowed to a smooth glide, and looked over his shoulder again, and spoke into the wind, "Eclipse, do you know why I suppress my emotions so much?"
Hang on, he's telling me this? He trusts me that much? Maybe I should read more into this.
"Yes, to keep yourself focused in combat."
"It's the same way with our first rule. 'Each and every Squadron member shall keep focused in combat.' Which means that we need to keep things out of our lives that distract us."
"OK, I know why the rule was created, but it seems to counter act itself. In having that rule, we worry even more about the ones we love, as they don't even know we love them. And therefore, we would counter act orders or righteousness in order to save the ones we love, it would be more of a surprise, when all of a sudden, Cynder gets in trouble, Spyro goes to save her, and the entire rest of the squadron gets whipped out in the meantime."
"You've got the wrong idea, Eclipse. Yes, I'll agree, Spyro does love Cynder, and I know Cynder has feelings for Spyro, but they consider us friends, and I think Spyro cares more about the future of his friends than of one single dragon. If he didn't, then he wouldn't have tried his best to stop the planets destruction."
"That's another thing I don't understand. If he could stop the planets destruction the first time, why didn't he the second time?"
"I do not know the answer to that, Eclipse. We can only trust him, and say that he did his best. Perhaps a purple dragon is incapable of performing a final fury more than once, or there were maybe external factors preventing his final fury."
"Um, Thunder?"
"What is it?"
He looked back in front of him and saw a mass looming ahead.
"Ah HELLSPAWN!"
He banked hard left as a small hill appeared out of the darkness, and eclipse slipped a ways. Eclipse let out a shriek, and clawed to get back up onto thunders back. They were about 2500 feet above the ground when she began to really be in trouble, and thunder dove to lower her weight. Eclipse regained her balance at about 750 feet, and thunder leveled out. After about a minute of hard breathing, she gripped Thunder's sides, and spoke into his ear.
"OK, I've seen enough, get me out of here." They dove towards the ground, slipping into the trees and the shadows.
Blaze was having a hard time containing his laughter. He had never seen Quake so annoyed before in his life.
"Silly Snow Breather made the casing too tight. Itches like it's got the fire of Boyzitbig in it. Blast her."
"You two make quite a couple." Blaze mused, regaining his composure, and then losing it completely when Quake made a lunge for him, sides shaking heavily. Quake hit blaze directly, but he kept himself from doing anything else, other than forcing the wind out of Blaze.
"Blaze, it's not funny. We lost friends today. The time is now for mourning, not amusement!" Quake said, grabbing hold of the fire guardian's tail, and heaving him backwards. Blaze berated himself. He shouldn't have been so insensitive.
"I'm sorry Quake, I guess, even though it sounds horrible, I really don't feel sorrow. I understand we lost a fine comrade today, but I really didn't know Nova all that well." Blaze said, getting to his feet, and bracing his friend "You didn't have any feelings for her did you?"
"Only for friend. She was very gracious too me, knowing me better than even you, although your starting to approach her level, my friend. You would have liked her. She loved to laughed, and I know she loved your jokes. She was an excellent pilot. Some things I saw her do, I've never seen out of any other dragon, even Spyro or Cynder. She was an excellent warrior, always watching your back, and leaving no one behind. I'm just sorry I left her behind." Quake finished, slumping his head, staring at the ground. Blaze placed a paw on his shoulder.
"There would have been nothing you could have done, Quake. I know just as well as you how tough the dark master is. I just hope she gave him Hellspawn before they went down." Blaze said, staring into his friends emerald eyes. Quake pulled away, walking deeper into the woods, blaze following him, the lit torch he had set up held in his wing claw. Quake stopped, allowing Blaze to draw abreast of him.
"I know everyone was attached to Nova, except you of course. Her loss feels as if it leaves a void in my heart. She wasn't just friend, she was wingman. She had my back, and I, hers. With her passing, it feels as if my back is exposed, and my flanks left open. Blaze, you might have not known Nova, but have you ever had a friend like that?"
Blaze thought for a moment. His brother had left at an early age. He had been lost in Malefor's first onslaught. Even though Blaze hadn't known his brother that well, he had fought alongside his father in the second war, during the first strike. That was how he had come to learn a great deal about his element, and how to control it. He was younger than the others, as well as new to the squadron and the Guardianship, but he was just as skilled as them, and knew what he was doing. His father had been not only a mentor to him, but a traveling buddy.
"I suppose my dad was a lot like that. He had been a general during the ape wars, so he knew what he was doing. He taught me how to use my element, and I improved upon his techniques greatly." Blaze spoke into the night, Quake listening intently.
"Is that how you learned that remote explosive attack?" Quake inquired about his friends devastating charge attack.
"What the Javelin Beam? That was one of the few attacks my dad taught me that I never improved upon. I thought it was brilliant, something that sticks to an enemy, burning his insides, and then detonating after a timed charge. Great against groups and corners, as it'll stick to darn near everything. Out of my entire arsenal, that has got to be my most favorite." Blaze explained, thinking back to his youth. Quake was silent for a while, and Blaze could tell his fellow guardian was thinking hard. All of a sudden, Quake stepped in front of Blaze, blocking his path, and giving him a sharp look, and spoke.
"Blaze, we share common problem. You have no one to watch your back, and I have no one to watch mine. Perhaps, maybe, we could set aside our extreme differences in personalities, and watch the others back?"
Blaze was shocked at this. He knew Quake was a bit straight forward, but this was even a bit extreme for him. But he knew Quake was serious, and that he should be too.
No jokes this time Blaze. This could affect you in the future, you know that right? Yes, but it could also be very beneficial.
But Blaze knew his path was already set before he agreed. It was not only something he needed, but something his friend needed, and he owed it too Quake. He snaked his tail around so that it was in front of him, and Quake crossed his tail blade with Blaze's, sealing the pact. Quake grinned at his wingman, "Someone needs to keep you from trouble."
"Speak for yourself, trouble, it seems, is all we get."
"Indeed. Blaze, if you do not feel sorrow, then what do you feel?"
Blaze had to think about that for a moment. He could tell no one was blaming him for not feeling sorrow for Nova's passing, but he had to have something else filling the void.
"I suppose I feel bad for everyone else. Seeing my friends in pain is tough for me. But your right, there is another feeling there. Excitement. You've got to realize Quake that two things are going on here. You're older than I am, so when you were born, you didn't have to worry about war. That didn't last for long, because you're just as good as I am in ground combat. However, when I was born, it was only war for me. Not only was my father an old general, but I was born about the time Malefor came to power for the first time. However, even though I do feel pain for the loss of my home, I feel something else; Hope. For the first time in nearly five years, the fight is over, and we can look forward to an age of peace."
"You seem unsure of it."
"Of course I do. Malefor has escaped near death experiences before I'm afraid he might still be alive out there somewhere, biding his time, waiting to strike."
"You think he could survive destruction of planet?"
"Think about it. If he couldn't, do you think he would have initiated it? Split that trunk there, that one is good, you carry one piece I'll carry the other."
Quake split a dead log next to the river, downstream of where frost was. He set his end down on the ground, and lifted the earth just behind it, causing it too roll in the direction he wanted.
"Show off"
"Why should you get all fun?" Quake said, smiling at him, and the fire breather turned and led him back into the forest, retracing there steps.
Frost exhaled deeply, freezing the flowing river over solid in an instant, up stream, water began to pool, giving her time to sterilize the dirty stream.
"What the hell do these creatures do to their planet?" she asked herself aloud, as a crumpled piece of metal floated by, burn marks and rust clearly visible on the surface. Other pieces of refuse would float by periodically.
Is this really what our planet is like? What is its future? The inhabitants could destroy it! Somebody should do something about it.
Frost created a filter bowl, through which water could drain, but larger particles could not flow, as well as a larger basin out of the frozen water, draining the river water into the basin. She stood at the bank and saw that there were some sorts of shelters across the river, with warm lights emanating from them. She also saw a bipedal creature walk in front of the light every so often. She also heard laughter up and down the river as some of the creatures enjoyed the warm summer air.
They have advanced technology, but they seem to be underdeveloped in other areas, they seem almost oblivious to the fact that their homes are constructed on dying ground. They seem almost barbaric.
The basin had filled by now, so she picked it up, and reformed the large bucket so that it could be slung on her back, and began to walk away.
Someone needs to teach them a lesson.
Jacob tried to calm himself, slowing his breathing.
In through the nose, out through the mouth, in through the nose out through the mouth.
His adrenaline was still flowing, and he was pressing harder on the gas pedal than he should have.
I have a bloody body in my trunk. It's not even my car!
All of a sudden, a car behind him lit up, bright red and blue lights flashing, and a siren sounded once.
"Oh shit. Now what." He looked down at the speedometer. 80 in a 50. Crap. Jacob pulled the mustang off to the side of the road, its green paint flashing in the cruisers lights. The cop got out of the car, and walked towards the window, as Jacob rolled it down.
"Evening son. Can I see your license and registration please?" the cop asked, leaving his shades on. Jacob thought the guy was stuck in the past, he looked so ridiculous in the glasses.
"Yes, officer."
Jacob leaned over and pulled the car insurance paper out of the glove box, and yanked his license out of his pocket.
"Son, do you realize how fast you were traveling?" the officer asked looking at the license.
"Not until you pulled me over, no. I'm sorry officer, I've been a little uptight this evening." Jacob said, rubbing his eyes.
"Step out of the car, son." The officer said, stepping away from the door, and Jacob got out.
Now why would you want me to do that?
The police officer went back, and sat down in his cruiser, and ran Jacob's license through the system. When he got out, he didn't walk back towards Jacob, he approached the rear door, and opened it. He leaned inside, grab something, and stepped back out , a German Shepard following him, tail wagging.
You've got to be joking me, a drug run?!?! OH SNAP! WHAT IF THAT DOG KNOWS THAT BLOOD IS BAD?
"Son, do you mind if I check your car for drugs?" The officer asked.
I don't really have a choice, do I?!?! What am I supposed to do?
"No officer."
"Please open all doors trunks and compartments, inside and outside the vehicle please." Jacob turned and approached the trunk.
Oh man, my dad is going to kill Me.
Nova came too in the dark, but she heard humming beneath her. She tried moving, but to no avail. Not only that, but she had issues trying to keep herself awake. All of a sudden the vehicle began to slow, and she saw a bright colored light coming from a crack in the compartment. It kept flashing, and she knew it wasn't hers.
Nova tried lifting her head again, but didn't get more than a few inches before her strength gave out again and her head flopped back down. She heard noises outside, and then a very distinct voice.
"Son, do you realize how fast you were traveling?"
What? No wait, pull yourself together Nova. Listen, gather information, and then make a decision.
She continued to lay in silence, listening to the conversation outside. Then, silence. She thought they had both left when a smell reached her nostrils. Canine, medium to large size. Why would she smell that?
"Son, do you mind if I check your car for drugs?"
"No officer."
"Please open all doors trunks and compartments, inside and outside the vehicle please."
Nova could hear someone approaching the compartment.
Either way I'm going to have to hide. OK Nova, time to act.
She gathered her strength, and moved herself, inch by inch, towards the back of the compartment, huddling against the far wall. Just as the compartment was opened, she cloaked herself, and a creature stared in. She was sure he had seen her because his mouth fell open, but she had more pressing matters on her mind.
The first creature moved out of the way, and another one approached, followed by the canine. That was what she was nervous about. She held her cloak and breath, hoping against all hopes that the canine wouldn't find anything fishy. It sniffed once, and upon smelling her blood, which had cloaked along with her, took a deeper whiff of the carpet lining the compartment. It cocked its head to the side, confused, then took an even bigger whiff, closer to her. Nova couldn't hold the cloak for much longer.
Come on, come on.
Finally the dog whined once, beginning to feel nervous, pulled its head out, and hid behind the officer.
"Strange, I've never seen him do that before." The creature said. It poked a hand inside the compartment, and began to probe. Nova would have shuffled around, to keep it from feeling her, but couldn't help it. The officer's hand touched her bloody belly scales, and he withdrew his hand sharply.
"Son, what is this? I don't see anything, yet I feel something. What's going on here?"
Nova could tell the other one was doing some quick thinking. It took him about two seconds, and then he responded.
"OH! I know what that is! I was wondering where that had gone! It's a party prank sir, I must have left it in there after I bought it. Stinking thing is invisible."
The other looked a bit skeptical, "Invisible ink?"
"Yeah! It smells and feels like ink, but it doesn't stain and it washes right out, plus it's invisible. I love pranking my friends with the stuff."
The other one still looked suspicious, but didn't question further, and moved on around the car. The canine looked a bit timid, but continued its job. Finally, the officer was satisfied with his search, even if he still didn't believe the other creature, but he had nothing to go on, so he let the other creature go. He got back in his cruiser and spoke out the window.
"Son, I'll let you go this time, but slow down. I wouldn't want to put a real mark on that record of yours." The officer said, brow furrowed.
"Yes, sir. I'll watch myself." The younger one said, smiling. The officer rolled his window up, and drove away, leaving the younger creature standing in the dark to close everything and drive off, however, he stopped at the trunk.
"I know you're in there."
Nova braced herself and spoke, "Just cause you know I'm here doesn't mean I'm going to show myself."
"Too late, I've already seen you. You're lucky I didn't run you over actually. Besides, you might as well show yourself. I'm covered in your invisible blood, so you owe it to me. Plus, I'm not going to be able to help you when I can't see your wounds."
"I don't need your help."
The creature turned and leaned against the compartment, "Fine then, if you're better off without me, go ahead, I won't stop you. God knows your more trouble tan your worth."
Nova tried to lift herself several times, but never got anywhere. Finally giving up, "Fine, but I'm not riding back here anymore."
"Fair enough, now show yourself."
Nova de-cloaked, letting her strength out into the environment around her. The creature stood there for a moment.
"What?"
"It's just I'm having a hard time believing this is still real. I keep expecting to wake up."
"Well then get a grip, I'm not going to live forever."
The creature reached down, and threw his arms around under her forelegs, giving a heave.
"AAAHH! Careful! Careful."
"Sorry. I'm not exactly good with injuries."
"You'll have to do your best, my squad mates are counting on me."
"There are more of you?!?! How many are there exactly?"
Good question. "I don't really know actually."
"How can you not know?"
"It's a long story."
By now, the creature had moved her to the front of the car, so she could see out the windows. "Try to keep your glowing to a minimum. There tinted windows, but I'd rather not someone see the light."
"Got it. You just move slower I don't want to run into any more trouble."
"Hey, you bet, I'd rather not get caught, that would be the end of me. I can just see the court hearing now 'So why exactly did you have an exotic creature in your vehicle. Or more appropriately, your fathers vehicle, that was mortally wounded? No reason sir, I found it on the side of the road.' Yeah, that'll go over real well."
Nova tried to stay awake for the duration of the ride, but was exhausted already, and could barely keep her eyes open. The creature seemed to notice.
"Sleep, I'll wake you once we get there."
"Thank-you."
"Don't mention it."
Nova smiled as she began to drift. It wasn't really that bad.
It has a good heart. They seem to be decent creatures. I just hope there all like that.
She glanced over at the creature before giving one final thought and succumbing to the darkness.
A new friend.