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ONLY 1F YOU PROM1S3 NOT TO B3 G3NTL3… H3H3H3…

> You tease, before coughing up more blood… worth it. Once you and Klashe were safe from the ashes, you summon up the little strength you had to wiggle your way out of her hold and set yourself down on the soft grass.

> Times like this made you relieved to be blind. Makes it a lot easier to crack jokes after everything you ever owned had been burnt into a crisp.

DO WH4T YOU GOTT4 DO.

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TH4NKS FOR TH3 UPD4T3… H3H3

> You replied in a struggle shortly before you wince in pain from being picked up. Even humor wasn’t able to mask the terrible condition you were in. You couldn’t even let out chuckle without coughing up a little blood with it. 

1 HOP3 YOU BROUGHT SOM3 F1RST 41D C4US3 1 DONT TH1NK 1LL M4K3 1T 4NYWH3R3 L1K3 TH1S…

> In spite of how easily she was able to carry you, you did make somewhat of an effort to not give her your full weight. As you were being whisked away you look back to find dreammallow flowying at a near distance, no doubt being protective over his master.

>>–> Yeah, I did, I just want to get you out of the ashes first. There’s a stream this way.

>Before you left, you recapchalogued your shovel into yo ur bag and capchalogued dreammallow as well so he wouldn’t have to walk if he was injured. Then you continued to carry your friend to a place where he could get cleaned up. > It didn’t take long and when you got there, you gently placed him at the bank of the stream while you uncapchalogued the dragon so that he could refresh himself as well. small shoots of green were already starting to grow back where the soil was most rich with ash and water, though you paid no attention to this as you uncapchaloged a first aid kit and some clothes to wash him with.

>>–> … Are you alright with me taking your clothes off? I have fresh ones in my fetch modus.

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> You notice the dragon perk up, thinking that to be a sign that Klashe was close.

> In the real world while she was digging up your body it had appeared to be stiff as a board and as cold as ice. Other than that, you seemed to be perfectly preserved minus the wounds you have sustained during the attack. The small dragon was wrapped around your body and seemed to have been what was keeping you alive the entire time through some weird ability it has.

> Once Klashe had completely dug you out, the dragon uncoils from you releasing you from the deep slumber. You let out a long yawn and tried to stretch before immediately twitching to the pain of his wounds.

OW OW OW! B4D 1D34!…. KL4SH3?

“>>–> Terzai!”

>Once he’s uncovered and started to move, you throw your arms around him, not seeming to care at first that he smelled like something that’d been dead for a week. Dirt and such. When you did finally notice, your nose wrinkes and you pull back to look at him.

“>>–> Ugh… you need a bath… and a doctor. Come on.”

>With that, you pick him up and start to climb out of the hole. While you dug, you’d made sure to leave steps in the side so that you could get out easy. You carry him across the ashes in your arms as easily as breathing, even if you weren’t as strong as the normal highblood, you were still stronger than most,  enough to carry someone like him.

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> It had been a few days, at least three since one of your dragons turned on you, beginning a form of chaos this forest had not seen in thousands of sweeps. An ash filled wasteland now stands in its place.

> Literally six feet underground, you are trapped. How you’ve managed to survive this long is a mystery, but it has something to do with a plucky little dragon thats been following you in your dream bubble adventures. You think you’ll name him Dreammallow cause his white eyes reminds you of marshmallows .

> In the dream bubble, you patiently wait for your friend Klashe to rescue you.

HMM… 1TS B33N 4 B1T SHOULD 1 CH3CK ON H3R?

> You ask Dreammallow, only to be met with the same eerie silence he’s been giving you since you two met.

GOOD T4LK BUDDY…

> You make contact with Klashe for the second time, hoping she at least is close by.

HOW GO3S TH3 R3SCU3 M1SS1ON CH4MP?

DF: >>–> It’s not going well, I can’t seem to find your body… DF: >>–> I’ll probabry have to use one of my powers. DF: >>–> Give me one second. i WILL find you.

>You take a deep breath as you close the chat window that popped up inside your glasses and close your eyes pulling forth your seer powers. You pull your mind back into the vision you’d had a few days and when you open your eyes again, a ghostly fire is burning up ghost trees. roars echo in your head, and the thunderous beating of leather wings like drum rhythms were almost deafening, but you walked through the image, happenings repeating themselves around you as you use your minds eye to traverse the forest until you found his old tree hive. > You find out what happened and you get out the shovel from your fetch modus to start digging where you now knew he was buried, worry and panic sharpening your mind as you tried to dig as fast as you could. Four feet down, you start calling for him, not wanting to hurt him with your shovel.

“>>–> Terzai?!” You ask as you drop the shovel and switch to using your hands, fingernails grapsing at the soil and scraping it aside.

> A few days ago, you had what you thought was a nightmare of a forest on fire, trees burning brightly in the night, charred trunks falling over on top of beasts trapped in the embers. The screams of trolls that had lived there filling your ears until you woke, stumbling for the bathroom and dizzy from the vertigo of having a vision. > Then you had gotten back in touch with a very old friend and He’d told you that he was contacting you from the void and that his body was probably buried alive. or charred to death in that very same fire you’d dreamed about. You needed to stop questioning the validity of your powers. He needed you and you wrote it off. Some friend.

>Now, you were walking through the cinders of a forest that had burned to the ground, wearing a tank top, a pair of jeans and some boots. You had your hunting knife strapped to your belt as usual and you were carrying a bag over your shoulders, your fetch modus- filled with all the medical supplies you could afford to buy, plus your phone and some provisions and a tent in case this search took all night and you had to stop for the day. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. You’re not sure your friend could survive another burning under the sun. You hop up onto a charred trunk and cup your hands to your face, your hair held back in a bun and your eyes searching the ground around you for any troll-shaped lumps in the ashes. >>–> TERZAI!

> You yell, and then prick your ears forwards as if half-expecting a reply.