This has been my busiest summer, I haven't had a free weekend so far because of family events. And I still procrastinate like crazy, I wrote and edited this chapter last night, in a year I'm going to go to college and still totally procrastinate. /distant screaming/
But I'm just going to eat my toaster stroodle and upload this instead of worrying, I hope your summers aren't plagued by worrisome thoughts.
Enjoy your mornings with some creek, because who doesn't love creek? Leave a comment if you do, I'm actually going to reply today because I feel bad that I don't.
Kenny sat crouched behind a frosted bush and examined the electrical grid. Metal beasts stood behind a chain link fence, void of their voltaic blood. Kenny was more interested in the lumbering troll that stood outside the door to a squat brick building. Its shaggy, tangled hair housed stray moss and twigs. Its face looked as if someone had made a clay sculpture of a boar and then dropped it, resulting in an ugly mess of features. It stood nearly ten feet high, but instead of being intimidating and hunking, it was crouched over and drawing in the snow with a tree branch.
"Are we going to make a move?" Kyle whispered next to him. His brow quirked in irritation. Obviously he had not planned on spending a school night attempting to defeat a troll. He had a physics test tomorrow and had gone to bed early.
Kenny had planned on getting high and accepting the end of the world, then Tweek and Prince boy had shown up. With how weird the night was getting, maybe he had gotten high and this was some hyper realistic acid trip. If it was, he would make Kyle stop complaining.
"How do we create fake lightning?" Kenny whispered back, his blue eyes sliding to Kyle. "This plan isn't exactly the best. We could always go with mine." Kenny grinned.
Kyel rolled his eyes. "If you can find a tank, we'll go with your plan."
"Hey, at least in my plan we have protection!" Kenny grumbled and turned back to the troll. Even from this distance he could faintly smell the rot of the beast.
Kyle furrowed his brows and rubbed his chilled arms. "Um, okay. Well again, if I can get the generators on and overload the transmission towers it could create a large burst of electricity that resembles lightning. That or maybe Thor will fly down from the sky and offer to help." Kyle added sarcastically.
Kenny mentally slapped himself for agreeing to stay behind and deal with the troll. Craig and Tweek must be having the time of their lives in faery land, surrounded by beautiful mermaids and nymphs. At least that's what Kenny thought Algrid must look like. After this is all over he should take a vacation there, assuming Tweek and Craig manage to overthrow the King and don't die in the process.
"I guess you'll need a distraction? I'm the best fucking distraction around." Kenny grumbled and gathered a load of rocks into his pockets.
"Try not to die, I know you can come back or whatever, but don't die." Kyle frowned at the thought of seeing Kenny splayed across the ground. It felt nostalgic, brief images of Kenny dead in all sorts of scenarios flashed through his mind. So much blood, everywhere. He shook them away with a shudder, he couldn't have actually witnessed those gruesome deaths. He would remember if he had, right?
Kenny stepped out from their covert shade, apathetic determination splayed across his face.
"Hey ugly!" Kenny grabbed a stone out of his pocket and chucked it. It thwacked against the troll's head and plopped into the snow.
The troll looked up from his Picasso masterpiece. His pale red eyes searched lazily for whatever hit him.
"I could be chillin' at home home watching Game of Thrones and drinking Pepsi." Kenny grumbled to himself and threw another stone. "But no, instead I'm here with a hairy stench monster." The troll lumbered to a standing position, crushing any poor plants and insects that got trapped beneath its massive feet.
It roared, a deep sound that rattled Kenny's bones. He quirked an eyebrow and drew his lips together.
"This just might be the most painful way to die yet." Kenny pondered to himself as the troll took short steps towards him that sent quakes down into the earth. Sure, getting impaled by a ton of sharp rocks was bad. Being torn in half was not pleasant, and burning to death hurt like a bitch. But maybe being chewed or crushed to death- it really depended on whether the troll was peckish or not- by such a smelly creature would top those.
Kenny whistled a tune and threw another stone, this one particularly pointy. The troll reared and howled as the stone clocked him in the eye. Blue blood leaked down the trolls face, dripping like a faucet.
"Oh shit." Kenny turned and bolted as the troll came rampaging at him, now extremely angry. Kenny ditched into the bushes, the fabric of his jeans catching on the barbed branches. The troll didn't have the same problem as his legs destroyed everything in their path.
Kyle covered his head as the trolled thundered past him. He expected it to flatten him, however it chased Kenny with a murderous fire in its eyes. He took the opportunity to scrambled from the foliage, his frozen legs pushing him to the building in record time. Playing basketball had its perks, such as powerful thighs.
He stopped as he came upon the metal door, a large sign read 'Authorized personnel only. Trespassers with be prosecuted.'
Kyle frowned at the sign. "Yes, because a piece of metal is going to keep me out."
Kyle turned the door knob, expecting the door to remain shut. It swung open with a metallic groan and Kyle shrugged. Cartman hadn't expect anyone to make it past the troll. "If he wanted something truly horrifying to guard the grid he should've stayed here himself," Kyle grinned and chuckled to himself.
"God dammit, hurry up!" Kenny shouted from somewhere deep within the forest.
Kyle flicked on the small flashlight he'd found next to the door and headed into the barren room. Dust particles floated about in the musty air, Kyle felt like he'd just stepped into an ancient sarcophagus. The flashlight's pale yellow glow flickered and did little to relieve the darkness. Kyle would have to speak to someone about that, basic safety protocols are important. He hummed and creeped through the hallway. A big red door marked 'Generator Room' appeared.
"Well, that was easy." Kyle hurried through the door, his mind flashing back to Kenny.
Kenny's jacket snagged on a tree branch, yanking him back. He hissed, he should've patched up that hole before. The troll swung it's stick at Kenny's head. How was it so fast? Kenny yelped and ducked, the stick grazing his hair. As the troll lined up another shot, his fingers unzipped his jacket with a slight tremble.
"Annoying creature!" The troll swung his large stick again, this time ripping Kenny's jacket away from the tree.
Kenny fell to the dirt and laughed weakly, he was somehow still alive. The troll examined the orange material, surprised that it didn't hold Kenny's mangled body.
He rolled over and sneaked into the trees on his elbows. The troll circled the tree where Kenny had been and rubbed it's head. Kenny crawled further away, sharp branches and stones digging into his flesh. He found a suitable tree, a large fir, and pressed his back to to the bark. The cold was biting his exposed arms, and even nipping at his chest. His thin white shirt wasn't meant for such chilly weather, that's why he had his jacket. His hole filled jacket that had almost got him killed. Kenny wrapped his arms around himself and peeked his head around the trunk. The troll was nowhere to be seen. Kenny leaned back and sighed, he wouldn't be dying today. At least not yet.
"There you are!" A grumbling voice boomed beside him.
Kenny flew to his feet, his heart racing a million miles an hours. The troll should not have been that quiet coming up on him. Weren't trolls super duper loud?
The troll swung its branch, now decorated with fashionable orange parka. Kenny moved, but too slow. The bark clawed against his shoulder, ripping through his shirt and mutilating his skin. He banged against the ground, the force dragged the air from his lungs. His head thudded against the snow, black spots and stars exploded across his vision. He gasped, pain shooting throughout his chest.
The troll took a few lumbering steps and positioned itself at Kenny's feet. It raised it's club and lined it up with Kenny's head.
"Goodbye, tiny man."
Kenny winced, his wide eyes unable to do anything but stare up at his impending doom. Clubbed to death, not exactly what he had expected.
Light flashed across the sky and over the treetops. Sparks flew from the transmission towers in beautiful patterns. The troll took a fumbling step back, its face showing something that resembled terror. With such thick, unmoving features it's a little hard to tell.
"Thor!" It exclaimed, the stick slid from its hand as it sheildied its eyes. It stumbled from left to right, nearly stepping on Kenny, as it processed an escape route. It finally choose to sprint off into the woods, far away from Kenny.
Kenny smiled as the electricity sizzled around the towers he could barely make out through the obscuring trees. Even if the sparks caused a fire, he couldn't be happier as the troll ran into the forest. Its footsteps shook the ground until it was well out of sight. Kenny sighed and let his head fall against the cold ground. Pain still throbbed throughout his chest area, his ribs must either be broken or bruised. At least his left arm was warm, burning warm in fact, from all the blood that oozed from his broken skin. He couldn't move that side of his torso at all without severe pain. He reached up his right arm and poked at his shoulder. His hand came away, the fingers covered in rich blood.
"Great." Kenny muttered and used his good side to push himself into a sitting position.
Light shined through the trees and landed on his face. Kenny flinched and covered his eyes.
"Don't blind me."
"Are you okay?" Kyle got closer and ran his flashlight over Kenny's shoulder. His face wrinkled involuntarily. "That's disgusting."
"Wow, that made me feel so much better." Kenny held up his arm. "Help me stand."
Kyle frowned. "Dude, I don't want blood all over my pajamas."
Kenny waved his arm. "I fought a troll, I think you can handle some fucking blood."
Kyle rolled his eyes and allowed Kenny to wrap his arm around his shoulder. He hauled him up with a grunt.
"Gross, it's so warm." Kyle shuddered, his free hand holding the flashlight shook as they walked back towards the main road. One arm was wrapped around Kenny's waist in an attempt to steady him. Kenny panted as they moved down a rocky slope towards the road. His face was pale, Kyle wondered how much blood he had lost. Surely not enough to die, after all just his shoulder was mangled.
"I can't believe your plan worked." Kenny gritted through his teeth as they hit asphalt. "Science can be handy, I guess."
"I'm just glad everything didn't explode." Kyle breathed, a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead from exertion. His mom was going to kill him for getting his pajamas so dirty; blood, oil, and grass stains. The holy Trinity of a bad time.
"So the power should come back on, right? You didn't use all the power scaring away that troll?" Kenny sagged against Kyle, nearly knocking them both over.
"Woah!" Kyle steadied him. He stopped walking, his eyebrows drawn in concern. "We have to get you medical attention."
Kenny shook his head, "The town might still be all weird. Just leave me on the side of the road and get somewhere warm." Kenny rattled out, his lungs felt like they had small pieces of shrapnel in them.
"I'm not leaving you to fucking die." Kyle searched the road. Far behind them were the lights of street lamps, and headlights. Kyle turned them around and started waving his flashlight. "A car! They can help!"
"Wait, Kyle, you don't know who's in there!" Kenny tried to push his arm down, but pain stopped him.
The SUV slowed to a stop and sat still in the road. The brightness from its headlights blocked their vision of the driver.
Kyle shielded his eyes and peered over the lights. His gut roiled with second thoughts.
The passenger door swung open and a small man stepped out. His sharp, pale face complimented his hair which glittered a dark blue. The small tips of ears pointed above his silky hair. He smiled at Kyle, his eyes seemed to be completely black in the dim light.
"Shit, shit." Kenny tried to take a step back, but Kyle's grip was stronger than ever.
The fey smirked, his eyes glinting. "Recognize me? My name is Hemlock."
Kenny ground his teeth together and stepped on Kyle's foot in attempt to grab his attention. He didn't even flinch.
"Did you think duct tape would hold us?" The fey scowled and took cat like steps closer. "You have merely angered me."
Kyle was like a metal pole that Kenny was fastened to, his eyes were glazed over. Kenny struggled even harder as Hemlock stepped up to Kenny, he emitted terrifying power despite his small frame. Hemlock grabbed Kenny's chin harshly and looked into his eyes. Hemlock's black eyes swirled in hypnotic patterns as he tilted his head.
"A bounty has been put on you and the redhead. You'll be coming with me." The fey turned and snapped his fingers. The drivers door opened and a large figure stepped out. Kenny's mouth dropped.
"Dad?" He gaped as the streetlight shone over his father. His baseball cap and mustache clearly outlined. His father strode over to them and waited next to Hemlock like an obedient dog.
"This is your mortal father?" Hemlock looked Mr. McCormick up and down. "I can see the resemblance. Beaten down, dressed poorly." He smiled cruelly and shrugged. "Put him in the trunk. Oh, and you don't have to be gentle."
Mr. McCormick grabbed Kenny, his calloused hands digging into Kenny's open wound. He let out a scream as his dad jerked him to the car. Tears flooded his eyes from the unprecedented pain. Hemlock ordered Kyle to get into the trunk, and he simply did as he was told. Kenny tried to pull free from the strong hands, but only succeeded in digging the fingers deeper into his wound. His dad yanked him back as they approached the trunk of the black vehicle.
"Dad, don't! Please!" Kenny kicked at his dad and the car, unbridled terror flooding through his veins. Part of him wished he'd stayed on the forest ground for the animals. His dad picked him up by the shoulders, ignoring his flailing limbs and cries of pain.
Kenny landed on the carpeted floor bed, his gasping breathes filled the enclosed space. He reached to get out, but Kyle pushed him back in as he climbed into the trunk. The door slammed in Kenny's face.
"Kyle get off me!" Kenny whispered through his hushed breaths. He pushed at the unresponsive redhead with desperation.
Kyle didn't move, his legs crushing Kenny's torso. Kenny growled and leaned back, hitting his head against the plastic side. The engine turned over, the car rumbled beneath his body. Kenny could hear the road pass beneath them as they started down the otherwise deserted road. Their final destination, South Park.
South Park was quite a cold place, being located in a mountain range and all, and Tweek thought that he was accustomed to low temperatures. He was wrong. Algrid cold went all the way to his bones and replaced his marrow with ice, it turned his blood into slush, and it made warm feel like a distant fantasy. His whole body would lurch every few seconds from particularly bad shivers. His teeth clattered out a funky beat, at one point he tried to block them with his tongue which only helped with making his mouth taste like blood.
Snow seemed to glue his sneakers down and meld him to the forest floor. Each step was akin to walking through a bog. His feet stumbled over a pile of particularly stubborn snow, causing him to fall to the ground. A halo of snow poofed up around him and drifted back down over his body.
Craig had been focusing on their surroundings intensely, his weapons readily drawn, ever since they entered Algrid. Tweek was sure there wasn't a need for that, but Craig had insisted. He finally broke his gaze from the trees and turned to Tweek's form.
"Are you alright?" He crouched down and patted snow off Tweek's shoulder.
"I t-think I'm f-f-freezing to death." Tweek couldn't tell if the cold was making him stutter or if being so close to Craig was making him more nervous than usual. Probably both.
Craig frowned, his brow drawing together in a small curve. "Why didn't you say something? Sometimes I forget you're human. You humans are so new and unfamiliar to me, you can be so fragile yet so resilient." Craig began mumbling to himself. "Can you feel your toes? Humans can lose toes, right? How many fingers am I holding up?"
Tweek shrugged and looked down at the snow. His breath stuck around his face in white puffs. The truth was he didn't want to bother Craig. Ever since their small, amorous powwow, Tweek had felt particularly shy around the fey boy. Never before had he questioned his sexuailty, he'd never even thought about it. His whole life had orbited around the strange creatures that drove him crazy, and trying to convince others that he wasn't insane. Henrietta had called him gay before, but Tweek saw that more as desperate pawning for a relationship between him and Kenny. Now in the face of emotions other than anxiety he faltered, Craig wasn't a girl or even human. Yet that didn't stop the undeniable feelings Tweek harbored. And what about Craig, did he mind that Tweek was male? Tweek breathed out through his nose in irritation, he was overthinking. He should just be happy. Craig ran his hand along Tweek's cheek and rested it under his chin, Tweek closed his eyes. Craig's hand felt so captivating under his chin. Craig tilted Tweek's chin up to meet his eyes. Blue on green, electricity ran down Tweek's spine as their eyes collided. Craig smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the sides. Tweek cast his eyes towards the ground, obviously avoiding Craig's gaze.
"Tweek?" Craig called back his gaze once again. Craig could feel swirls of self loathing and fear spiraling around the blond in a harsh cacophony of colors.
Craig set his hand over Tweek's, the sensation sending jolts of warmth throughout Tweek.
"If you're going to stay down there and freeze to death do you at least want to talk about it?" Craig sat down next to Tweek, his legs splayed out to the side.
"Talk about what?" Tweek could feel himself numbing as the seconds ticked on.
"I can see your emotions, remember?" Craig put air quotations around the word 'see'.
"What d-do you see?" Tweek laid his head in the crook of his elbow.
"I see fear, and loathing, and excitement… Even a touch of love." Craig leaned his head back and stared up at the starry night sky. Without light pollution the sky seemed like an endless whirlpool of glittering stars and milky galaxies.
Tweek cheeks flushed, his warm blood flooding away from his sensitive, fragile organs to show his embarrassment. Fantastic survival, body.
"Do you l-like men?" Tweek ventured, his shoulders curling up to cover his ears.
Craig continued to watch the night sky. "Do I like men? It really depends on the man, he has to earn my respect for me to feel familiar enough to like him. Most men I'm apathetic to."
"I meant romantically." Tweek spoke softly and bit his tongue. "Y-you like me, I'm a g-guy."
Craig shifted and cast his eyes down to Tweek, they glittered as if they'd absorbed galaxies just by gazing at them. "I like you."
"So, are you g-gay?" Tweek's eye twitched.
"Gay? Currently I am, I'm always gay around you." Craig smiled. "You fill my heart with joy."
Tweek face palmed and laid his face in the snow, a small smile adorning his lips. "I meant homosexual."
"Ah. My people don't define sexuality the same as humans. If you're asking if I'm sexually attracted to you, yes." Craig rocked onto his back with his legs crossed and stared at Tweek. His hair fell across his forehead and danced with the snow.
Tweek stared at him, eyes wide. He licked his lips and opened his mouth to reply.
"A-argh!" Tweek laughed and covered his face with his arm. "W-why are you s-so… You!"
Craig smiled as the violent colors faded away to soft pastels. Tweek grinned at him, an unusual sight.
"Is that what was bugging you, whether I like you or not?" Craig raised an eyebrow. "Or whether you like me?"
Tweek looked down at the snow, unable to meet Craig's eyes. "I'm t-the local f-freak," Tweek whispered, "I don't want t-to drag you down."
Craig scooted over until he and Tweek were face to face. "Tweek, you don't seem to see the brilliance inside you that I do. Do you want to know what I see? I see a bright, beautiful human with special gifts from two different worlds. Believe in yourself, you got this."
Tweek stayed quiet for a few passing moments, his fingers tapped against the snow silently. "I think my w-whole body's numb now, maybe I'll just take a nap."
Craig frowned and pulled himself into a squatting position. "No." He grabbed Tweek's hands.
"Up you go." Craig pulled Tweek and himself up in one fluid motion, pulling Tweek close to his chest. He patted the snow off Tweek's shoulders and leaned back to peruse over his outfit. Tweek swayed without support, his legs overcooked pasta. "My flimsy human jacket will do you no good here." Craig bit his lip and chastised himself. The thrill and suddenness of the upcoming mission had blinded him to necessary preparations. Now his dear companion was suffering greatly because of his idiocy.
"I l-like this hoodie." Tweek confided and ran his fingers along the blue material. "It's soft."
"I'll give you all the blue hoodies you want when this is over, but I won't allow you to freeze to death." Craig ran his hands over Tweek's shoulders and down to his finger tips. The blue hoodie melded into a woolen forest coat that reached to his thighs, and dark gloves that immediately warmed his fingers. Thick brown trousers tucked into boots that went up to his knees and fit snugly around his legs. A cloak wrapped around his neck like a scarf and rested lightly on his shoulders. Cold leaked from his skin, driven away by heat that seemed to radiate from his new clothes.
"I f-feel great!" Tweek held up his gloved fingers and wiggled them. They moved fluidly without any hint of their past condition.
Craig smiled tenderly, "The clothes are infused with magic, you will not get cold."
"I don't m-mind the cold." Tweek admired his new clothes. "Sometimes it feels good."
Craig raised an eyebrow. "Well tonight it won't, we need to find a place to camp." Craig scanned the dark mountain side for any suitable campsite. "We really don't have time for night." Craig sighed and pulled Tweek along.
With his hand firmly enclosed over Tweek's, Craig guided them down the mountain in slow steps.
"Where a-are we?" Every few feet it seemed like the scenery repeated itself in a 70s Scooby-doo esc way. Tweek grew weary of the towering pine trees and small ferns that hid peeking eyes.
"I have an idea, but I really hope I'm wrong." Craig's eyes were focused on the pale darkness that surrounded them. The moon cast soft light that helped illuminate their path. Tweek could swear this moon was nearly thrice as big as the moon he was used to.
"Why?" Tweek whispered and quickened his pace. He was just a few inches behind Craig; his mind thought of all the horrible things that could be out here. Yetis, wolves, ogres, trolls, or even-
"Dragon." Craig hissed. He became stone still and set a hand against Tweek's chest to stop him. Tweek froze, his eyes straining to see. He bit his tongue and fought the urge to ask questions. If there was a dragon in front of them shouldn't they be sprinting away?
Out of the darkness, two blinding orbs appeared. Pure white, they emitted intelligence and wisdom. They moved from Craig to Tweek, examining them like meat in a slaughterhouse.
Craig squeezed Tweek's hand, then he let go and stepped forward.
The dragon stood, it's body lighting up the snow with luminescent greens and blues. It's figure was massive, arctic feathers covered it from neck to tail. It's head was vaguely horse shaped with two spirling horns, and a mouth full of sharp teeth.
Craig held his hands up and approached.
"I am Prince of this land, I ask that your hear me out." Tweek felt like this really wasn't the time for diplomacy. The dragon's eyes narrowed, it's tail weaved. Craig was too focused on eye contact to notice.
"Craig! Watch out!" Tweek tackled him to the side as the dragon's tail whipped right where his head would've been. They landed in a head of snow. Craig groaned and grabbed at the ground. Tweek jumped to his feet and wheeled on the dragon. He was creeping closer, sharp claws breaking the surface of the snow with echoing crunches.
Tweek moved his body in front of Craig's. He was defenseless and utterly miniscule compared to the beast in front of him, yet he faced the dragon.
"Don't t-touch him." Tweek warned, his voice threatened to falter with every step the dragon took. What he really wanted to scream was 'dear god, please don't kill us, I have a wife and kids!' , but that would be a lie.
The dragon reared its long neck and peered down at Tweek.
"Strange. A human, in this realm?" The beast's surprisingly soft voice rumbled across the forest.
"You… You can talk?" Tweek couldn't help but let his mouth hang open.
"Of course. I am Gelidus. I protect this sacred mountain. The question is, why are you here?" Gelidus shook his head, his nostrils breathed out in a puff of frosty air and ice fragments.
"W-we're trying to remove the King of Algrid from his blood soaked throne." Tweek explained nervously. He really hoped the King and Gelidus weren't fishing buddies. "And save my world in the process."
The dragon puffed and settled slightly as it considered Tweek's words. Seconds ticked by, sweat trickled down Tweek's neck. Stress, that's what this was. Trying to convince a dragon to not kill you and your helpless boyfriend, very stressful.
"And this one, you risked your life to save him. And are still risking it by standing over him." Gelidus drug his tail along the snow, the sharp, knife like feathers glinted in the moonlight. "Perhaps you are a Knight?"
"He's my-" Tweek paused. Friend? Crush? Companion? Tweek wasn't entirely sure how to describe their relationship yet.
"I see." The dragon said smugly and tapped it's long claws onto the snow. "You are a consort to the Prince."
"C-consort?"
"Surely." Gelidus nodded, his eyes like two bruning stars.
Craig groaned, forcing himself from his daze, and pushed himself onto his side. "Tweek, what are you doing?" He whispered, his eyes trained on Gelidus.
"Tell me, Tweek, why should I allow you to leave my mountain when I have not hunted for many years?" Gelidus' long body dragged along the ground as he circled them. Tweek turned in a slow circle around Craig.
"Tweek, he's clever." Craig touched Tweek's ankle. "I believe in you." Craig couldn't help but feel a rock of dread settle in his stomach. He knew of Alpas mountain, and the fierce dragon that protected it. Out of all the places Algrid could have admitted them, it had chosen the most deadliest.
Tweek looked down. Snow rested on Craig's eyelashes, his blue eyes twinkled at Tweek, a playful smile on his lips, despite their predicament. Where his hand touched Tweek, warmth and security flooded.
"Don't allow me to leave." Tweek turned back to face Gelidus, his eyes set. "But I ask you to let him leave, alive." Craig gripped his ankle in disagreement. His eyes pleading, Tweek didn't look down. "Humans aren't common in this world, and I bet I'm really tasty. Besides, Algrid needs Craig. His people need him. He can save both our worlds."
Craig stared up at Tweek in horror. Any second now he'd be snapped up and gone into the jaws of a godly dragon and death.
Gelidus bore into Tweek. His throat rumbled and Tweek flinched. Laughter came out in streams instead of cobalt flames. Ice? Tweek didn't feel like asking.
Craig forced himself to his feet and wrapped his arms around Tweek's shoulders. If they were going to die, might as well do it together. He buried his head against Tweek's back. Craig knew his limit, and a dragon was well past his skill level. Even with his daggers and powers he wouldn't come close to the omnipotence Gelidus held.
Tweek trembled as Craig hugged him from behind. That wasn't such a good sign. The stoic prince showing such fear.
Gelidus creeped forward, his head inches from Tweek's. His breath came out in puffs that pushed back Tweek's hair and cloak. Gelidus closed his eyes and set his head against Tweek's.
Tweek held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation for the on coming slaughter.
"You have asylum throughout my territory." Gelidus' voice echoed throughout Tweek's mind.
Tweek nervously opened one eye as Gelidus leaned back.
"Many choose to fight or offer treasure in an attempt to appease me, your passion for protecting the lives of others is quite refreshing." Gelidus spread his wings, two magnificent spans of light silver plumage.
Craig let out a trembling breath he'd been holding in. His legs felt weak, petrifying terror still coursed through his veins, but he pushed himself off of Tweek and joined his side. He looked up at Gelidus, unable to hide the paleness of his face. For the first time in his life he'd felt utterly helpless. Through many battles, fights, and skirmishes he had remained fearless. Countless men had died alongside him, yet he had never felt that gut wrenching feeling that left his heart stifled under a mountain of panic. Tweek gave him an unbelieving smile,his bright green eyes sparkling. Craig smiled back shakily, unease settling in his stomach. "That was amazing, dove." Craig breathed.
Tweek glanced at the fey, his cheeks rosy. "Dove?" A florid smile crossed his lips. His stomach fluttered from the near death experience, and only exacerbated his fervor.
"Climb aboard, I will take you as far as I can." Gelidus crouched down and set one of his glittering wings against the snow.
Tweek raised an eyebrow at Craig. Craig shrugged in return. Perhaps trusting Gelidus would prove to be fatal, but refusing seemed like a terrible idea.
Craig led the way, having ridden horses and other mounts before. Never had he ridden a dragon, or ever heard of anyone else riding a dragon. He nestled himself between Gelidus' massive wings, the feathers acted as insulated padding. Tweek climbed up behind him.
"This is i-insane." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around Craig's waist.
"My life seems to gets weirder and weirder with you around." Craig responded.
"Try not to fall, I am curious as to where this will take me." Gelidus spoke, his body rumbling beneath Tweek and Craig. He stood, Tweek felt his stomach lurch. It was as if the world's most dangerous roller coaster had a baby with a small plane, and they were riding that baby into the night.
Gelidus reared and beat his wings, the sound like a sonic boom. Miraculously they lifted into the cold air. Tweek tightened his grip around the Prince as they rose above the trees. Laughter mixed with a scream filled his throat as the wind rushed through his hair and pulsed against his face. He felt the cool stream of freedom and belonging all at once. With Craig at his side there was nothing he couldn't do.
Okay so basically I have this mental list of things and scenes that I think would be cool to add to this story, and one of them is dragon so heck yeah we got a dragon.
