Nymph

From the deep goo of the Wyrmwound, Nymph reared her twin heads to the sky. She could hear the sound of faint cries and screams. They were here.




Nymph forced herself up from the goo, fighting to escape with her every step. The screams only became louder and louder, and it only fueled her efforts more.

They had only used scare-tactics before, never had they attacked directly. Demands had been made, but none of them had ever been fulfilled- she should've guessed this was going to happen. She wouldn't have left to fight the calamities of the Wyrmwound if she knew they were coming. Now, she could only hope the rest would hold them off...




"AUGH..." She slipped out from the slime, free at last. Her whole body ached- but she was determined to defend her home- she could only hope to help in her clan's struggle.

Spreading her wings, she took off into the sky. She followed the noise of cries, leading to the scuffle. From above, she could see many dragons of all shapes and sizes brawling- many clearly injured or wounded. She dove down, bombing onto one of the invading enemies.




Nymph scratched and slashed the invaders, doing her best in her weakened state. She had fought the horrors from within the Wyrmwound, and had bested them- could she not defeat these monsters as well?

After some time, her heads watched as dragons screamed and scuffled, noticing some of the foreign dragons run off to the sidelines. She hissed. Perfect.

Her triumph did not last long, as a large body crashed into her back.




She growled and thrashed, trying to force herself up. The dragon on top of her had pinned her to the ground. Nymph could not overcome it.

A flood of exhaustion rushed over her. Even if she put everything she had into it, she could not get up. Her breath slowly shallowed and she laid fully down on the ground. Eyelids heavy, she coughed. She couldn't... breath...




Seeing her now incapacitated, the dragon from atop her had left. Her breath was slow. She... Now could only close her eyes....

...

Her eyelids shot open.




When she woke up, Nymph was alone. No dragons were near, and a heavy mist had swept into the once alive clan camp. She groaned before standing up. Her heads ached and her whole body felt bruised.

She glanced around. No bodies laid in the dirt- she assumed everyone had escaped. Though, Nymph noticed something else- footprints. An armies worth of them.

They led away from the campsite- into the foreign horizon. Yet, that wasn't exactly what caught her eyes. A trail of feathers and eggshells known by her were also present- heading in the same direction.

She reached down, picking up a single feather. It shined with the color of pearls.

"...Dahlia?" The hatchling had been lost... Taken in by the other clan.




She sat down in the dirt, taking in everything. There, her two heads bickered.

"The clan-"

"-The others!"

"What do we do?"




Five eyes looked up into the heavens, only one thought on her mind. The Plaguebringer. She could not stand this, would the goddess not see this injustice?

Her Mother, her Deity. Her as the goddess's PATRON!

She would hear Nymph's cries.




Now, alone, without her friends- her family.


All she wanted now was vengeance...



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