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Chapter 6:
The sudden stab of pain that pierced his mind was enough to wrench him out of his self-induced trance. With a strangled cry of pain, Tyson was pulled back into his body with such force that he found himself toppling over the edge. The pain in his head made him oblivious to his current predicament, even as he fell freely through the air. Pain stabbed at his eyes and coursed along his bones, intensifying just below his shoulder bones. Through the pain a single thought drifted to his attention. That very night the sun had set on the fourth day, this could only mean that he was finally changing. Pain washed away all other thoughts, his mind fading into the dark sea of emptiness.
His body had taken on a soft blue glow once more as his body began to shift and change. Bones shifted painfully, growing and reshaping to accommodate his new form. Slowly his arms and legs shortened and reshaped while his body moulded and lengthened. Claws replaced stubby human fingers and toes and thick black-blue leathery skin replaced the soft delicate pink flesh. Light blue hair thinned and grew longer, following the length of the spine. Two ivory horns pushed from the temples while the jaw lengthened and pushed out from the face into a long thin snout. The changes had not taken more than a few minutes, but it took long enough for him to hit the ground after the long drop.
He lay unmoving on the ground, his thin, muscled snake-like body sprawled around him. The golden eyed guardian had watched it all happen, and now moved cautiously to the unconscious dragon's side. Yren took note of the slow rise of the chest, a sign that the dragon still lived. Tyson would suffer no lasting injury from his fall, but his life was now in even more danger than ever before. Yren glanced up at the sky before scanning the trees for any sign of danger. The energy with which Tyson had changed now left a signature mark on his location. The dragon would have to wake soon and flee to a safer place before the enemy had chanced to arrive at this spot. Yren glanced at the dragon for only a moment before keeping watch on the forest and sky once more. He would let the dragon rest only as long as he dared before he would try and wake it.
Only a few hours had passed before Yren approached the sleeping dragon once more. He took hold of the two horns, careful not to impale him, and pulled. Tyson wasn't that big a dragon, not compared to many, and therefore Yren was able to move him one step at a time until they were right on the banks of the stream. He sprinkled water on the long elegant face of the dragon, hoping he would wake easily. With little success he took hold of the horns once more and dipped the dragon's head beneath the water for a brief moment. Finally Tyson woke, wrenching his head from the golden eyed figure's grasp. He growled irritably, before quieting in shock. His senses had sharpened to their full potential and his body felt as light as air while brimming with power. Stunned brown eyes met curious gold.
"Finally you wake" Tyson blinked at the stranger blankly, his mind trying hard to wrap around his new body and situation. He found that his thoughts slipped away as water slips through one's fingers, unable to grasp them for more than a mere second. The golden-eyed creature was talking, yet Tyson could not hear a word he was saying. Despite this he could pick up the strange sense of urgency that accompanied the words. The figure had noticed Tysons inattentiveness and sighed irritably. It was well known amongst the guardians that getting a dragon to concentrate was a difficult task. Dragons just tended not to care much for anything, unless threatened that is.
Yren placed his hand gently between the dragon's eyes and closed his own. He projected images into the dragon's mind of the dangers that he was facing. Tyson could understand the images better than the words and slowly realised exactly why the figure was so urgent. He gave a small nod, which satisfied Gold-eyes, for he pulled back his hand and pointed in a direction. Gold-eyes, for that was how Tyson came to remember him, gathered the few possessions that Tyson had brought with him. With a nod from Tyson he mounted the dragon, sitting just below the shoulders. Golden-eyes took hold of the horns as a form of support, so that he would not slip from the dragon's back.
A sudden cry from the trees had both Tyson and Yren whirl around to find a group of cloaked men emerge from the shadows. They aimed their weapons, but Tyson had already taken flight, rising gracefully into the air. Tyson flew into the clouds for cover from any projectile weapons that might bury themselves in him or his companion. Any human might have fainted at this height as the air thinned, but Gold-eyes were no human and so he sat quietly. They were both soon damp and Yren found himself chilled by the coolness of the air. Tyson flew with a leisurely pace now that he was not in immediate danger, his mind wandering again. Eventually he lowered from the clouds to find them flying over a city. Tyson knew enough to keep close to the clouds to avoid any unwanted attention. Soon enough they came again upon a forest, and Tyson flew down and landed in a small valley that bordered the dense trees.
Tyson found his appetite had grown again and he was eager for food. He watched as Yren dismounted and began scouting the area. Tyson's hunger would not wait and he quickly took off to the nearest water source. He was met with the still waters of a lake and quickly slipped into the cool depths. He proceeded to fill himself with fresh and uncooked fish until he was satisfied. He returned to dry land to find Yren watching him expressionlessly. Tyson stretched out on the grass and began to doze under the watchful eyes of Yren.
Kenny walked quietly behind Ray and Mariah, his head down and face pulled into a frown. Was it just him or was there something very weird going on? Kenny shivered as he felt the eyes watching him again. The feeling of being watched had been on him for a while now, yet he could not make himself tell his two companions. He looked timidly around the forest but as expected he could not see the watcher. Kenny paused at one point, his feet unwilling to carry him further. Something was telling him to run, to forget Tyson and get away from the oppressive silence. He looked towards Ray and found them nearly out of site, quietly conversing with each other as they scanned the surrounding area for Tyson. Kenny wanted to call out to them but found that his voice would not work. Soon his two companions were out of sight, leaving Kenny alone in the dark of the trees. He once again tried to move, to run after his friends, but his body would not obey.
He began to shiver as he noticed the shadows dancing through the trees, thickening. The trees slowly began to fade, as the area became dark and still. "No…." he whispered softly, as terror took a firm hold on him. The world began to spin as Kenny clutched his head. He felt dizzy and faint and could stand no longer. He crumpled to the ground and fell into the darkness with only the barest whisper.
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