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Prompt: Obvious
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It was an obvious trap.
Z'neth had Riptor do another sweep by the large clutch of amber crystals. The clutch was on a tiny island in the middle of a lava river, which wasn't an unusual location for amber crystals. What was unusual was the size of it. There had to be at least thirty crystals down there!
Normally they'd only find clutches of maybe five crystals, sometimes up to ten of them.
The only other time they'd found so many, Dread Wing and Gangryn had left them a 'present' of amber crystals infected with the Crystal Fire virus.
His siblings and their dragons hovered nearby, just as apprehensive as he was. Z'neth frowned to himself, trying to decide what to do.
There was the possibility that this was just a rare giant clutch, but he didn't want to press his luck on that. The Dragon Fly looked around, trying to find an clear area as an idea formed in his mind. Spying a cliff that would suit his purpose, Z'neth activated the communicator in his saddle horn, speaking to the whole team, "Alright Flyz, this looks like it could be too good to be true. Apex, Peak, there's a cliff about forty yards to the right. Land there and get ready to start scanning while Summit and I ferry the amber up there. If they all check out, then I'll alert Sky Watch to send out some other teams here. Any crystals that aren't cleared, we toss back into the lava. Understood?"
There was a chorus of confirmations before Z'neth cut the communication. Directing Riptor back to the island, he held only long enough to make sure his sister and youngest brother were making their way to the cliff before letting his dragon dive down to make the first scoop.
Part of him hoped all the crystals cleared. With this amount, Airlandis would have a sizable store for a while, which would take some stress off of the dragonators for as long as it held.