The Power of White Lightning
By Nikolai Dixon
By Nikolai Dixon
The Draco Mage, who had just fallen, made an effort to get up, as if though he were hurt in some way. The fall had been steep, about ten feet in length between the highest point, and the lowest point, which just so happened to be desert ground. Raika, which was in its white wrapping, was laid out five feet from Nikolai, so that if something attacked him, he wouldn't be able to get to it in time to defend himself, but whatever. After brushing himself off some, the Wildheart managed to pop his shoulder back in place. Surprisingly, the only part of Nikolai's body which was even remotely broken was his right shoulder, which felt a euphoria when the joint relocated with its bone. No pain, no gain, I guess, he thought as he began walking towards the six foot long sword, which paid quietly on the ground. As he picked up Raika, the Wildheart strapped it to his back, so that it would not fall off again.....should he fall again. As he began walking towards a civilization which he could see out of the corner of his eye, he heard a howling sound, as if though a wolf were lurking in the shadows of the terrain, and Cor Draco's barista swiftly turned his head at the neck, to find nothing.
Nikolai continued walking towards the civilization, until he heard another howling sound, except this time, there were about three, sounding off at the same speed and succession. What the hell is going on, the Draco Mage thought as he continued walking, vigilant of anything that may or may not be living amongst the shadows. Then he heard that howling sound again. That damned wolf! Where are you, Nikolai muttered under his breath. Then something came from the shadows, which looked like a humanoid creature. Better go check it out, the barista thought.
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