Chapter 8.1

While Saphira fits the splint on my leg, I see a person show up. I carefully open my mind and speak to the person.

'Are you the master of the white dragon?' The human asks.

I don't think so but I wouldn't remember anyway if I was.

'Well, I need your help.'

My help?

'Yes. You see I tried to prevent it, but the Ra'zac captured her.'

Where is she? I ask.

'Near Das-Lenoa.'

Fine I'll meet you there at sunrise, I answer and the person disappears.

I get to my feet and begin the journey to Das-Lenoa. I reach the dark town at sunrise.

"Good I knew that you would come, "A person shouts as he runs toward me.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"My name is Murtagh and the white dragon is this way." He says as he leads me to a cave.

"I tried to get in but the Ra'zac are tough to beat," Murtagh explains as we look inside.

"Let's see how tough they are," I reply as I walk inside the cave.

I find the two Ra'zac waiting for me as soon as I enter.

"Yet another human comesss to hunt usss down and free the dragon before we can hand her to our massster," They hiss.

"Not quite. Release the dragon and you can leave or fight me instead. Which will you choose?"I ask.

"We choossse choice two."

"Fine. Have it your way then," I reply as they come running toward me.

I hold up my right hand and a blast of light comes flying out of it. The Ra'zac screech in terror and fear and run to the back of the cave. I run over to where the dragon is. I can see clearly that they've done something to her. Holding out my hand, the chains break and fall to the ground. As they fall, my scar begins to glow again with that strange black pulse to it. The poor dragon! She can't wake up and moreover can fly out of here. So I guess I'll have to drag here out myself. Just then the Ra'zac try to attack me once more. One tries to attack me from behind as the other chooses to use a frontal attack. I dodge one and blast the other with light. Then I turn and blast the one that tried to jump on me. I drag the dragon outside. Outside, I lay her on the grass and Murtagh looks at her worryingly.

"Did she awaken when you broke the chains holding her?"

"No, she didn't. I think the Ra'zac must have done something to her," I reply as I lay my hand on her side. "Her pulse is weak."

Murtagh looks up at me.

"What did you just say?" He asks.

"I said that her pulse was weak," I answer.

He jumps up and runs over to where I'm at.

"You just gave me an idea! Do you know how to astral project?"

"No, I don't," I reply.

Murtagh kneels down and touches the white dragon's neck.

"She, which is the white dragon, taught me how to do this," Murtagh explains as his hand starts to glow brightly with white light.

'Finca. . . . Finca can. You hear me?'

The white dragon lays motionless and Murtagh's hand stops glowing.

"It. . . . It didn't work. I thought it would work and yet it didn't," Murtagh says in shock.