Cheren

Just an innocent little babe, what bad could he possibly do?



By crazypeep






By Sp00kAndR0ll




By magicylia




A pair of Wildclaws native to the Nature Flight were trekking through a jungle. Their sharp talons sliced apart foliage in their path, but the jungle flora continuously pressed in on them. A large leaf slapped one Wildclaw over his snout, and he finally lost his patience.

"I am sick of this place! We've been traveling for five days without any finds. Face it, Jira, his journey is hopeless! We ought to just fly home at the next clearing."

The second Wildclaw, Jira, held a map out in front of her. "But Klaus, we should be really close if we've been following this treasure map correctly. We'll reach the Lost City any time now!"

"You said that two days ago," Klaus growled. "We should give up on these ruins and go back to search for another target."

"But if we found the Lost City, that would be the archeological find of the century! We're too far in this to turn back now."

"Too far into what? We've been going in circles!" Klaus jabbed a talon at Jira's map. "I bet that worthless parchment was a fake from the start. Whoever wrote it must stink like greatshell dung."

The two were so engrossed in their bickering that they almost failed to notice a tiny Coatl, no bigger than a hatchling, parting the leaves before them. It was only when they heard the leaves brushing that they stopped.

"Who's there?" Klaus looked between the foliage up ahead before turning his gaze downward. He found the Coatl, whose stubby legs could barely carry his green belly from dragging over the dirt ground. Upon hearing Klaus, the Coatl scampered before either Wildclaw could say another word.

"Wait, come back!" Jira called after them.

"What's a lost child doing out here?" Klaus asked.

"I don't know, but if he's missing from his parents, then that's all the more reason follow him."

They chased after the Coatl. The hatchling's paws left tiny tracks in the dirt for them to follow. The couple ran at full speed, expertly slicing through the foliage with revitalized energy until they stopped in front of a stone wall. Roots and vines sprouted between cracks in the weathered stone bricks that made up the wall. Klaus feared that the slightest brush of his tail would cause the bricks to crumble, but a solid knock proved him wrong.

The Wildclaws brushed open a wall of ivy and found the entrance to a chamber. Part of its domed ceiling had caved in, and tiny beams of light filtered through gaps in the foliage from above and into the room. Statues of maned cobras with their hoods flared out circled the room. The bewildered scholars stepped inside.

"Well, these aren't the ruins, but I don't remember this place being recorded anywhere," Jira said. "We may be the first dragons here in decades, maybe even centuries." Her eyes widened in excitement at the prospect of being able to document her very own archeological find.

"Perhaps so. I certainly don't recall a place like this in our books," Klaus remarked, studying a row of statues in front of him. "It appears to be a temple of some sort. The individuals who built it must have worshipped deities outside of the Eleven."

"But who would that be?" Jira asked. Right as she said that, the same green Coatl they were chasing earlier poked his head out from behind a large piece of rubble. He flared out his purple wings and zipped down a tunnel.

"It's that hatchling again!" she exclaimed, and the scholars raced into the tunnel after him. To their surprise, the floor was slick with a substance that smelled like incense oil. Without the natural light from the main room, darkness slowly enveloped them the further they went.

But it became easier to see when two orbs began glowing in front of them. The Coatl turned around, and so did the orbs. His glowing eyes were emitting curling wisps of green smoke. Inside the smoke, serpentine faces laughed at the Wildclaws, flicking forked tongues that dissipated into thin air. The sinking sensation of dread fell upon Jira and Klaus at the realization they had been deceived.

The Coatl opened their mouth. A deep and ancient voice rumbled, "Let the sacrifice commence."

A panel in the ceiling retracted above the scholars, and a rain of fire descended.



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