“Help! Help me, please!”
All Talon heard was a roar and then the sickening sound of a scream that sliced through him at its raw terror.
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84th of Searing, 112th Year of the Age of Steel
Talon jolted awake, chest heaving, body covered in a coat of cold sweat. He looked around only to see daylight streaming through the nearest window. He wasn’t in the Warrens. He wasn’t trapped in that unending pit. He hadn’t been lost to the Deeps. Talon winced as pain lanced through the side of his skull. He reached up and touched the tips of his fingers to bandages that had been affixed to his face. The memory of being scarred by the beast beneath the earth came back to him.
A gentle chirp drew his attention and Talon was filled with simple joy and relief. His minova bat was looking up at him with curious and sad eyes.
“Did I frighten you, little one?” Trinket fluttered up to Talon’s lap where the Avialae promptly proceeded to pet and cuddle the flying ball of fluff. His furry friend seemed to calm at receiving the attention and Talon felt better being able to focus on just the gentle companionship of a trusted pet. He contented himself with just sitting there, staring off into the distance as he pet Trinket who seemed utterly happy and content to just curl up in his lap.
The Warren March.
Talon had crawled his way out of the Warrens. He wasn’t sure how long ago it had been. As soon as he’d seen the light of day and returned to the surface at the Sky Guard outpost, he’d dropped to the ground, dragonshard in hand and fell unconscious. He wasn’t sure that he remembered all of it. He had no idea how far he’d gone into the Warrens and he had no idea how many managed to come back out of the darkness. The things he’d seen...the things he’d been forced to do to survive, Talon felt gutted by them. But he’d survived. So why didn’t he feel like the champion the rite of passage made survivors out to be?
Talon had no concept of time at that moment. There had been no way to tell how many days had passed while deep within the lower reaches of the Warrens. He’d had to go further than most of the others, of that he knew, the dragonshard favored by House Novalys was not among the most common types of crystal to be found. Glancing around, he didn’t see the crystal anywhere and he supposed he wouldn’t. A sense of loss passed through him. All of that suffering and naught but nightmares and scars to show for it? But he supposed that the real lesson lay in bearing witness to what it was that lurked in the deeps below. The reason the Avialae remained vigilant and the reason their soldiers had to remain strong.
As horrifying as it was, Kalzasi depended on the Warrens and the people depended on the Avialae to protect them from its horrors.
Not wanting to lay about in bed, Talon gently picked up Trinket who murped curiously before perching on Talon’s shoulder. He let out a low grunt. His body was sore and he felt sluggish but he needed to get out of bed and move around. He needed to be in the fresh air and sunlight. Tossing off the sheet he planted his feet on the floor allowing himself to test his weight. He flexed his wings experimentally, grateful that neither of them seemed to be broken or injured. When he was certain he would be able to stand without falling over, he rose to his feet and gave himself a moment to adjust his balance. Walking to the double doors of the bedroom, Talon opened them to let in the fresh air. He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out into the garden.
Feeling the warm grass beneath his feet, the wind on his face and rustling the feathers in his wings, Talon felt a weight leave him. Slowly, carefully, he made his way over to one of the small benches where he lowered himself. It was just as he’d gotten comfortable that he heard a gasp. Talon turned his head so that his good eye could look back to his room. A nurse was staring at him in shock.
“Y-you’re awake!” Talon gave her a weak nod and a smile. Before he could speak she was turning and running from the room. Most likely to inform either a doctor or his family. Probably both. Talon didn’t mind. He wanted to see them. All of them. For the moment though, he stared off into the gardens and into the landscape of Kalzasi beyond that. Trinket fluttered down to his lap and curled up, nuzzling into Talon’s stomach as the Avialae pet the bat absently.