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Golden poo?
Is that an emoji option?
It should be.
We landed at the start of The Hunt. My dragons shifted, pulling on cargo pants and tank tops. Og inspected Rehan’spoison damage, finding it healing faster from his work but still present.
I repeated what I’d said last night. The damage was not just to Rehan’s body but to his essence. Demons existed to destroy, and the most efficient way to put down something magical was to take away its ability to heal. Og wrinkled his nose and didn’t comment.
Although my dragons were not a loud bunch in the morning, this morning had been extra subdued. I studied each one.
Tyson was not a morning dragon. Without his sharp words baiting Rehan, the two easily co-existed. Their matching camo for the day even made them look like the hot lovers I’d first imagined them as on the mountaintop.
That dream will never come true.
Some dreams aren’t meant to be.
Lux kept sneaking peeks at Og, who went out of his way to not look at the air dragon. Something went down last night. I’d heard what sounded like the beginning of a fight before two little green runes for silence seared the darkness and then vanished. Happily pinned under Rehan, I decided it was best to wait until it escalated, except it never did.
I woke up, draped on top of Rehan, with all my dragons in one piece. It was unexpected.
Instead of dwelling on the unknown, I shouldered my pack and found a faint trail heading into the forest toward Scalehive. Except no one followed me. My four dragons looked at each other, waiting for someone other than me to take the lead. I seethed.
“It’s a forest walk, and my element is earth. I’ll go first,” Og stepped in front of me.
I rolled my eyes but fell in behind him.
We walked down a narrow path in the trees in silence before I pulled out a rolled-up red paper, which I assumed was fromthe fire dragons. A specific sentence made me pause. My heart pinched painfully, and I glanced back at Tyson before forcing myself to breathe normally. I wasn’t hurt. This was good. It was more proof the dragons’ pull to me was the curse.
See, pain I don’t need to feel.
Except you felt it.
The opening guitar riff of Johnny Cash’s cover of Hurt played in my mind. I tried to make it stop, which only made me focus on it more.‘What have I become, my sweetest friend,’the little voice in my head sang.
“Everything okay, Jay?” Lux asked.
Okay, Jay.The rhyme saved me from my impending pity party, though the fucking song didn’t stop.
“Fine.” I lied. “They claim Doctor Raba had no involvement, though the questions they asked were particular and only about me.”
“Who are they?” Lux eyed the paper.
“The fire dragons,” I responded.
Lux frowned. “Sky, my father’s right hand, left that this morning.”
I flipped the paper over but found no markings on the back. “The letter has some details, but it doesn’t really have substance. Maybe Sky was just the messenger?”
Og pulled the paper out of my hands.
Anger flooded my gut. His words last night rang in my head.‘All getting your magic back will do is give you more tools to lie to yourself.’I wasn’t fucking lying to myself. These fucking dragons were making everything complicated.
“You don’t trust me to read either?” I snipped like a teenage girl.
Og dodged a low branch, ignoring me or possibly incapable of listening and reading at the same time.
I wouldn’t listen to me either if we’re being honest.
