Chapter 11.2

I fly into the air and leave my master and his friends as I need to prepare a few things before I meet up with him again. I land by Murtagh's side and find that he is asleep.

No surprise, I think as I stare at his sleeping form.

The next morning I awaken to find that Murtagh is already gone out to hunt for us. I sigh and lay back down, hoping to get more sleep before he returns with our food. My sleep does not come, however, because a certain male returns with our food, fresh fish.

"Here," Murtagh says as he tosses me one of the fish.

Thanks, I growl as I devourer the fish whole.

I groan and struggle to my feet. Murtagh glaces over at me worriedly but I reassure him through his mind. A terrible headache interrupts my thoughts and I lash out at the trees that surround our camp. After dodging my tail Murtagh pulls his sword from its sheath, in case I'm being possessed and he needs to protect himself. After a few minutes the headache settles down and I realize that the dragon that can heal me might be the silver embryotic dragon.

"You okay?" Murtagh asks after I regain my composer.

I'm fine, just a little weak, I answer softly.

A sudden wave of weakness passes over me. I crumple back to the ground and yelp, feeling pain radiating from my abdomen.

No the eggs can't be done this soon! I cry out in fright.

Few things have frighted me over the years. Tamli's scar, was one event that scared the living fire out of me. Finding out that I might die because of the dragon that had been bonded with me when I was only a day old was another.

I cringe and curl my talons up, tearing the grass and dirt below them as I do so. Murtagh slides his sword back in its sheath and walks over.

"The embryos?" He asks.

I'm not sure, I growl, trying my best to not show him my pain.

"It's no use trying to hide the fact that you're in pain from me Finca," Murtagh says.

I snarl and back up, my yellow eyes wide with fear.

No! I scream and lunge forward, whipping past Murtagh and heading toward Das-Leona.

"Finca wait!" Murtagh yells as I rise into the sky.

He jumps and grabs hold of my tail and slowly pulls himself onto my back.

"Finca slow down!" He yells over the roaring wind.

My eyes are glazed over, my instincts in full control. I dive downward, pulling into a spiral as I lower myself on top of the gate of Das-Leona. Murtagh reaches up and grabs my spines along my neck.

"Finca listen to me! Go back to our camp! Leave here! If the king finds out then . . ."

Then he shall perish, I growl as three humans run under the gate, none of them looking up at me. Come. He will show us the way.

"Tamli?" He asks.

Yes, I answer and fly off to join my master.