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From this vantage point, the planet’s beauty was undeniable.
Feeling the warm wind against my face, tasting its refreshing purity, and hearing the rhythmic flap of the dragon’s wings, I realized that freedom was no longer just a distant dream.
It was our reality.
Nova’s voice, filled with wonder, pulled me from my reverie. “Where do we go now?”
I looked into the horizon, the sun casting a golden hue, its rays reflecting off distant mountains and frozen desert oceans.
With a contented sigh, I replied:
“Wherever we want to.”
With that, we directed our newfound ally towards the setting sun, ready to embark on the next chapter of our adventure together.
NIGHTMARE IN THE TOWER
1
TIX
I stood surrounded by a dark whirlwind of shrieking figures.
The Vesperan, as they were named in the legends of my people, had large membranous wings and sharp, beady eyes that glinted with malice.
Their grotesque silhouettes spun around me, their razor-sharp teeth reaching out as if to snap the very life out of me.
Despite the situation, my heart remained calm as the hum of a ball of light vibrated from the palm of my hand.
The glow spread outwards, illuminating the sinister faces of the Vesperan, forcing them back with every wave.
They hissed and screamed, unable to get close, yet their numbers seemed endless.
The cool breeze that came with the creatures carried their musty odor — a mix of decaying leaves and old leather.
Their screeches were almost deafening, a chaotic symphony of horror.
I knew these creatures were not real.
They were a figment of the imagination — but not my own.
From somewhere amidst the Vesperan, a terrified scream rang out, youthful and full of fear.
I swung my light towards the direction of the sound, dispelling the creatures and revealing a small, quivering figure on the ground.
The boy looked to be about six or seven.
He was not a Griun, that much was evident.
His skin shimmered in shades of iridescent blue and violet.
Large, round eyes dominated his face, the irises a deep shade of green, now filled with tears.
Two delicate antennae protruded from his forehead, twitching nervously.
His clothes, although tattered from his ordeal, were made of a translucent, shimmery material that reminded me of silk.
I knelt beside the boy, my light still glowing protectively.
