User blog:Bearger/A Wyvern and her Horde

This is my first story, and maybe my only one if this does'nt go too well. Please don't get mad about spelling an grammer errors. I suck at those...

As my horse is trotting along the beaten track I sigh, watching the autumn leaves fall from the trees. It's nothing new, I've been seeing it for days.

The light is fading and I don't have any oil for my Lantern left. I find a small clearing and decide to stop and setup camp for the night.

My name is Tomas, and I'm a mercinary being paid to deliver a small chest of jewels to a merchant in a far away town. The men I'm working for did'nt have much money, so that's why I'm traveling on my own.

The box is made of wood and has a Brass latch, which makes up most of the weight. The jewels are small and few, and I'd wager not even half, if not none of them were real. And that's why I'm taking the road.

The Knights of the Order have stations on almost every road, trying to stop Mamono from crossing the boarders of MF (Monster-Friendly) States, and into the lands completely run by the Church.

They're also very stricked about fraudery, and if I'm right, I could be sent to some Dungeon or prison for having this many fake Gems with me.

As I tie the reigns of the horse to a stray Birch branch, I notice a fair amount of sticks, large and small lying on the forest floor. I'm not supposed to have a fire but the nights around here latley have been almost freezing. A small one would be understandable.

My employers told me "No fire's at night! The light is too dangerous!", although they did'nt say why. At the time I assumed it was from fear of bandits.

When I finished bundelling the sticks into a pile, I looked through my bag to find my Flint and Steel. As I searched throught the bag, I heard the noise of rustling leaves.

I slowly move my hand toward the Dagger I kept in my pack and unsheath it. As soon as he small blade is out of it's over, I stand and pivit around whilst I aim toward the soure of the noise.

As the Dagger tumbles through the air, the creature behind the bush moves fast, but not fast enough.

When the knife hits flesh, I saw the Hare stop dead in it's tracks. Literally. My Dagger was siticking out of it's side, hiting where the heart should be.

I walk over to the corpse and take it to the little pile of sticks and (after skinning the rodent) put it on a spit.

I then find the tool required to light the tiny wood pile and start cooking. I then feed and wate the Horse I was lent for the trip, and place the chest in front of me.

Every time I eat my supper, I open the chest, and sneak a peak at my precious cargo. There are 10 Gems in all, some as big as my thumbnail, and others as small as a fish scale.

But the largest one is about the size of my Sclera. It was red and glimmered in the light, with a warmth that never failed. The thought of it was enough to keep me from feezing to death.

But it was'nt warm enough. Latley I would wake up in the middle of the night, and I'd find myself shivering. Not even all my blankets have been enough.

As I hold it in my hand, I hear another rustling of leaves. This time it's above me, and I play it off as a bird, or the wind. But as it gets closer, I hear some soft panting, like someone jut ran a mile in 10 seconds flat.

With the new stimuli, I contemplate my previous thought, no longer being a bird or the wind, but rather a Harpy. Women with wings for arms and talons as feet, they are fairly common in MF states and not very threatening.

But here in the wild, It's a totally differnt story. I quickly grab the grip of my Sword and pulling all the way out in a swift motion, dropping the red stone in the process.

As I look above, a larged and winged woman falls from the tree tops. I think I understand why I needed such caution at night.

Standing infront of me was not a Harpy, but rather a Dragon. Not a normal dragon, no, but a Wyvern.They had two large wings in place of arms and weren't as fast as as their cousins, but mad up in speed.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?" She asks coyly, her beutifule face sprouting a toothy grin that made my heart beat faster.

She had a button nose, and her eyes were a vibrant green. Her ginormus, lethery wings were the same colour, only pailer. Her legs were completly coverd with green, and only centimeters from her lickable rump was a slender green tail.

"A wild Hare." I answered coldly as she slowly paced toward me, her heavy melons swaying with every step. "I'll re-phrase the question. What'cha doin' out here in the big, bad woods?" the large reptile says non-chalontly.

"I'm on a job delivering a package to a nearby town." I reply, not technicaly lying. As she circles the fire, she quereys "What's in the package, cutie?" Thinking on the spot, I go to the first thing that comes to my head.

"Holstaur Milk." She makes a fake frown, adding "Aww, why would you lie to little old me? We both know what you've really got..."

"And what's that?" I retort, know what was going to come next. "These..." She says as she looks down to her left foot, which is now ontop of a small wooden box, and has a large, green claw tapping a small red gemstone.

As she speeds toward me, my only thought is to swing my sword at one of her wings, attempting to dissable her, but it only results in my blade shattering upon inmpact.

She then flaps her massive wings lifting the my tiny box, and me past the canopy, into the air. She then races in the direction of a ginorm clif face, as I scream for dear life.

As soon as we were 5 feet away from becoming a pancake, we became vertical in almost a second flat, giving me a great view of her tail and nether regions. Her giant talons ripped onto my leather shirt tighter, ripping holes through it and scraping my skin.

Not long after, she darted forward into an opening in the cliff. Inside was a huge cavern, filled with piles of gold, jewlery and all other shiny things.

I was thrown down into a large oval of empty space, big enough for a small army to make camp. She lands 50 feet away from me and I see her devilish smile as she splinters the woobed cube with no effert at all.

But as soon as she spots the stone, her smile dissapears. After a short silence, she asks " What's your name?" her voice echoing on for what seems to be years.

"T-Tomas?" I shyly wisper."Well then, Tomas. I've got another question for you..." She states as a bright green light apearing from all directions, forcing me to clamp my hands over my eyes.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THE OTHER GEMS!?!?!?!" She shrieks in a deafening roar. As I slowly remove my hands, I greated by the death stare of a Wyvern from the age of the previouse Demon Lords.

Her exquisite mounds were gone, and so was here wondorous face. They were re-placed by shimmering green scales of green, and her teeth had become the size of longswords. The nub on her face that was once her nose had become large enough for me to climb into, and had started spewing smoke.

The once circular iris's of her enchanting eyes were now slits, as tall as me. Her gaping maw had razor sharp teeth the length of longswords, and her tail looked half a mile long. The once empty area was now filled entierly with her body.

"I d-don't know what your talking a-b-b-bout." I wimmpered as she towered above me. "All you've got is a single magic gem and stain glass! WHERE IS THE REST OF THEM?!?!"

"That's all I was given, I swear! P-Please don't kill me!!" I cried as my eyes started to water. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you..." the winged horror answered as she turned back into her previouse form.

"Huh? Really?" I was extatic as I thought I would be spared. "Oh, no! Of course not! I'm just going to milk you of alllllllll the Spirit Energy you have untill you tell me!"

My mind went blank as soon as I heard those dreaded words. "Oh, and you can call me Jasmine. You'll need to know whose name to scream..."