Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish, I don't own Fable.
Author's note: So, this is my next update! You are most welcome Jessie-Chan, I am updating because you are awesome. (I will EVENTUALLY get to treasure, maybe today or tomorrow)!!
Chapter 4. To Lyngolion
No, no little one. You sit right there. Watch the wing! Now, just hold on to that spike there.
Anyone who happened to be wondering through the bandit camp at that exact moment would have seen a most comical event. Feolin was instructing Zera on how to get up onto his back to ride.
"I am telling you I would much rather just walk." Zera complained as she once again slid down his side. Feolin sighed and smoke rose from his throat. "Walking is much more healthy anyways."
Yes but a good deal more slow. Now Feolin helped her up and this time she stayed.
"Okay, so just take it slo-WHOA!" Feolin stretched out his wings and rose swiftly into the sky, then they were off. "I said slowly. Hey wait where are we going?" They were now flying away from Albion and towards the sea.
We are going to the land of the Dragons, Lyngolion. Feolin kept gaining altitude until Zera could barely even see Albion. Then he rocketed off further to sea.
It was all Zera could do not to fall. If only she could keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds she would see the sun setting in the west and the water sparkling below them.
"Did… I ever tell… you I was scared… of…. heights?" Zera yelled into the wind. She could just hear the Dragon chuckle over the wind, but he did fly lower so Zera could feel the spray from the waves crashing into large rocks. That must mean we are near land. Opening her eyes just enough to see, she looked out towards the north. What she saw frightened her. There was a large island with a Mountain ringed with smoke that disappeared into the sky right in the middle. Even on a Dragon you could not see the top. Red streaks were coming down the Mountain as if they were small streams of red water. Even miles away Zera could feel intense heat from the Mountain. All the forests on the island were black; bark, leaves and all plants were black as ebony. Zera could not see an end to the island, but she had a feeling that all the trees were like this.
The strange thing was, no matter where Zera looked she could see no other Dragons anywhere.
As if Feolin knew what Zera was thinking, he told her that the Dragons migrated, but this was their main island and they should be back within the week. Once they had finally landed, Zera slid down from Feolin's back and stumbled to a stand still. The ground was hard, black rock she had never seen before. That would make a mighty sword.
"So, what is that ring around the mountain?" Zera asked curiously.
Ah yes, that ring is magic. It was created by The Elders to protect this island from human creatures. Only humans Dragons bring for good purpose are able to see this island. That is why you can see all that is before you.
Zera walked towards a tree and rubbed her fingers against it. The bark was as hard as the ground and the black looked natural. Thinking hard, she tried to pull some of the bark off, but at that exact moment a roar came from in the sky. Both Zera and Feolin looked up and saw a blood-red dragon twice the size as Feolin circle the volcanic Mountain and land somewhere far off.
So she is still here. That is Xylin, Evil as they come. Once she disappeared for years and when she returned half of her scales were missing and she never spoke a word for months. Now she won't tell anyone what happened, nor does anyone even want to get near enough to her to find out. Oh yeah, she absolutely despises humans
"Great, just what I need. Adds to my list of problems doesn't it?" Zera sighed and walked back over to Feolin and leaned against him. "So, what do we do now?"
We go to my cave and wait for the Dragons. With that, Feolin walked away from the sea and towards the base of the Mountains. Zera followed cautiously behind and glanced around every once and awhile. No matter how far they walked the Mountain never seemed to get any closer. After what had to be hours, they arrived at the bottom of the Mountain. Now she could see that the red streams were actually streams of lava flowing down the mountain. It looked as if the lava had been flowing for years and that they were natural rivers exactly like the rivers of water in Albion. The lava rivers flowed through the forest and probably met somewhere with the sea.
There, Feolin pointed with his claw, is my beloved cave. He raced forward into the cave laughing and Zera followed.
Author's note: I know I am ending It quickly but I have stuff I need to do and I really want to get a new chapter out, but I will try to continue with anew chapter later tonight. I hope you liked it so far!