Chapter 5.2

Sure I'm still weak but I think that I've discovered the cause of it now.

I remember that back on my world one of the other females once told me, If you have weakness, it could be from one of the dragon embryos inside you. . . . I have personally had that happen to me once or twice.

I never saw that female again after our last battle against the Great Leviathan. Although I'm still weak, I can get to my feet now without collapsing to the ground.

"Are you any stronger today Finca?" Murtagh asks one day after we eat breakfast.

I can't tell. I don't think so but let's find out. I extend my shimmering white wings and flap them.

I rise about two inches off the ground before crashing back down. Murtagh runs over to me.

"You okay?"

I think I crushed my right wing, I reply.

"Can you roll over so I can look at it for you?"

I realize that I'm laying on it, so with some pain I roll over.

"Now how will I know that it's been hurt?" Murtagh asks as he walks over to it.

Feel it, I reply. And hurry up please! I don't like to be in a position where a predator could attack me and I wouldn't be able to defend myself for very long.

So Murtagh, with some help from me, finds out that indeed my wing is broken in three spots from my fall.

"Now what?" He asks.

I don't know. It could take months for my wing to heal and I doubt that we want to waste precious time if you understand where I going with this.

He thinks for a second.

"Of course! That time is of value to us."

More like valuable to me you mean, I say as I wince in pain.

If my master were here then I bet that he would say that destiny chose for this to happen to me, I think as I allow Murtagh to stretch my wing out to get a better look at it.

I try my best not to pull it back as I feel him stretch it out to its full length.

"What can you do about flying now?" Murtagh asks as I get to my feet and tuck my wing under me.

I can't say. I suppose that I could fly if need be but it wouldn't be safe for me to fly right now with my weakness still in effect, I reply.

"I guess we go by foot then."

Yes that would be best, I think, for now until my wing can fully heal.

So we begin to walk. As we walk, I sense that my master is also on the move.

Wait Murtagh! I scream.

He stops and turns to face me.

"What's wrong?"

Suddenly, without any warning, pain begins to rack my whole body. I bellow and fall onto the grass below me. Murtagh runs over but he can't get very close to me because of my flailingwings.

"Keep your wings still Finca!"

I can't, I roar.

Through the waves of pain I can sense that Murtagh is carefully avoiding my wings and is just about to reach my side. He places his hand on my side and feels that my heartbeat is going about five times the normal heartbeat rate of a dragon's.

"Finca can you try to get back on your feet?"

No, I reply before I black out.