Chapter 16.2
I feel as if . . . as if there's nothing left. My strength is fading rapidly and although I hear Tamli's voice it's as if I can't react to it. He's telling me to flap my wings before we fall to our deaths but I can't. That voice was right about me being ill.
'Finca, get it together!'
The same voice that has annoyed me to no end screams.
But how?
'If I may,' the voice growls as a strange white light enfolds me.
What is this? I ask.
'My gift to you, young one, to save this world from the darkness that enfolds it,' the voice hums as the light fuses with what's left of my tattered body as I gaze out through telepathy.
Tamli staggers to his feet. He couldn't stop me from falling to the ground, and what's worse, I didn't make it. He stays by my body, his sword in his hand should he need it. A strange white light enfolds my body and he grips his sword tighter, for fear he may need to use it.
Relax Tamli, I growl as I slowly raise my head.
You . . . but you died!
I didn't, I snap. I was merely knocked unconscious.
Tamli growls under his breathe and turns away from me.
It's true, I snarl.
I believe you, my master says. But I'm worried about our return to our world as well.
I growl in surprise.
You're scared? I ask.
Yes, Tamli shutters. Yes I am scared.
You may take comfort with me being here, master, I growl in sympathy as I raise my right forepaw and pull Tamli closer to my scaley chest.
He finally breaks down and begins to cry against my scales.
What if . . . what if we can't go back? What will happen to us then? He asks in-between sobs.
We will make it back, I growl. I promise you that!