Sunday, March 9, 2014

Katherine: Narrative 16

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We all make our way to different cages to complete the task set before us.  It just seems like there should be more that we could be able to do for these dragons with the circlets to set them back to what they once were.  I stare in on the dragon in the cage before me in wonder, what more can I do for them?  Down the hall I can hear a dragon fall in the cage next to me, Thalia stands before it with her hand raised.  I begin to raise my hand up to shoot electricity into my dragon but this feels all wrong.  My hand is shaking, there has got to be another way to free the dragons.  I hear something shatter behind me as my electricity shoots into the wall of the cage completely missing the dragon. 
“Stop!” Tilk shouts and I spin around to see what’s going on.
Eva’s clap shattered the circlet of the dragon in her cage, all that is left in there is the broken circlet on the floor.  The dragon has already flown off and I finally release this huge breath that I did not even realize that I had been holding.  These dragons can be saved more than just being put out of their misery, we just have to break the circlet and they will be free to fly back to their homes.  I feel utterly useless in that respect; there is not much that I can even begin to do to help to break the circlets.  If I use electricity on the circlet, it could fry their heads.  I could try and get right up on the circlet and take it off, but could I really make it that fair on a controlled dragon before getting myself killed?
Eva and Tilk make their way down the hall, destroying circlets and I just watch the dragons fly free.  It is such a relief to not have had to kill any of them, it was not their fault they were captured and controlled by these circlets.  As we watch the last one fly off, all power drains from the facility.  Eva and Thalia look to me and I know that they are hoping that I can boost the elevator again.  I am honestly afraid to, it worked no problem last time but it was absolutely draining to have to pour so much focus into my energy output.  Tilk transforms back into his dragon form.
                “Climb on,” Tilk tells us.  “I can get us all out from here.”
Again, I climb up to Tilk’s neck to hold on for the ride back to base.  Eva and Thalia climb aboard and I am thankful for Tilk being so large that I can rest on his neck independent of their company.  The feeling of flying at the base of his neck is such a relaxing and comforting feeling that I truly do not wish for it to be disrupted by anyone.  As we fly away toward our home base, I can hear the crunch of metal and turn to see the city starting to tilt from the pillar and fall toward the ground. 
When we reach back to base, there is a holographic image up of some people waiting to speak to both Thalia and Chaud.  I suppose I could use this as a time to mess around with them a bit for letting me get kidnapped.  I stand right behind them speaking to this projected image before us.
“You two haven’t checked in for a while,” the voice speaks.
“We’ve been pretty busy checking on towns that you couldn’t handle,” Thalia retorts.
“We’ve been rescuing dragons!” I shriek from behind them which gains me glares from both Thalia and Chaud.
“There are no such things as dragons,” the man on the screen responds.
“We’ve got one here with us in the base the Chaud built for us in the mountain!” I yell while pointing straight to Tilk, who simply coughs and waves to the image.
“We were calling to see if you all knew anything about the C.A. city being destroyed,” the voiced pressed on.
“We were just in a city that went falling to the ground,” I offer.
                “Take her to her room,” Chaud tells Nigel, the outer suit that Chaud wears.
                Nigel begins to escort me to my room but as soon as we enter the hallway, I tear away from him and close myself into my room.   I collapse on the bed and go to sleep.  Tomorrow should be another fun-filled day.


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