Honour Rae
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25. Sold
🕑 Added 2022-07-21 01:30:15 +0000 UTCLooks like Wolf Moon was the winner. Time to dust off all my 'Three Wolf Moon' and going lone wolf jokes. (What have you all done. ;))
Something very odd happened the moment the dragon took Arthur through the rip in the sky. It was as if he instantly lost all sense of direction… and yet it was so much more.
There was no up or down. He felt like he was falling and yet could feel his stomach uncomfortably pressed against the dragon’s sharp spine. Every inch of his body felt like he was on the verge of being ripped apart, yet he was compressed together. He was dizzy and yet stationary. He was out of his body and yet screaming within his own mind.
These were not sensations he could explain to himself. Only feel and endure.
Thankfully, it only lasted a moment. Within the next, they were blasted out in bright sunshine.
Still half convinced he was falling, Arthur scrabbled for a hold, kicking his legs in the air.
The rider turned in her seat and gripped the back of his shirt to hold him still. The knowledge that someone had a hold on him was enough to get himself back under control.
Only then was he able to look around.
His first thought was that they had been in that awful rip for much longer than he had thought. It had been just past noon a few moments ago. Now the sun was low to the horizon. It was almost evening.
Tess the dragon buzzed to the side to give way to another dragon angling towards the rip. As she turned the view changed.
Arthur’s jaw dropped open. They were at the sight of another scourge eruption.
This cone was much, much larger than even the one in the valley. It seemed to dominate the entire sky. Tess was so high up Arthur had no way of measuring it — dozens of tree lengths at least — and yet they only came to around the middle of the cone. It made ants of the dragons near to it.
No scourglings came out of the top. After the first shock wore off, Arthur recognized that this must have been the site of an ancient eruption. So old the crumbled dirt had turned into stone.
Terraced roads had been cut into the deeply-sided slopes, winding around and around the cone and leading in and out of cut-through entrances. Vegetation including entire trees looking like tiny sprigs dotted different areas. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of dragons darted back and forth, in and out of arched entrances, and looping around in general chaos.
This must be a hive. Dragons built their hives out of ancient scourge eruptions.
Ringing the hive on all sides were buildings and streets. There were so many dwellings, in all shapes and sizes, that Arthur found himself boggling all over again. It went on and on, stretching as far from the foot of the hive as he could see.
Two rivers wound through it all. One from under the hive itself, the second splitting off into canals that threaded all through the city. The water blazed like fire in the reflection of the sinking sun.
Tess buzzed down to the base of the hive. An area had been cleared between two large buildings, like the square back in his village except for several times as large.
There were white tents and long tables set up. Shocked and dirty people sat huddled together in clumps, weeping. Some of them were bloodied. Easy to guess that these were the survivors of the scourge attack.
Tess set down with barely a jolt. Her rider unbuckled themselves from the saddle and turned to Arthur. “You still alive?”
She had a woman’s voice, though he couldn’t have known through the thick jacket, helmet, and covered face.
Arthur croaked out something that was supposed to have been “Yes.”
His effort must have satisfied the rider. She slipped off Tess’s side and went to her dragon’s head.
The dragon was crowing for all the courtyard to hear. “Tess caught boy! Tess caught boy!”
The rider caught the dragon’s head between her hands and squealed at her in a sudden high, excited voice. “That’s right, Tess. You were a very, very good girl!” She scrubbed her dragon’s head as if she were an enthusiastic dog.
The dragon hopped in place, jostling Arthur who was still hanging on, stomach down. He couldn’t seem to force his hands to unclench. He was shaking all over like a leaf. He couldn’t even make himself sit up.
“What have you got here, Jo?” another woman’s voice asked.
The rider, Jo, turned from praising her dragon. Her voice returned to normal. “Tess and I found him at the very top of a pine tree. Trying to escape a wave of scourge, I think.”
“Tess caught boy!” Tess called again. “Tess very, very good girl!”
The other woman came around, took one look at Arthur, and grinned. She was a short, maternal-looking woman with a kind round face and fizzy red hair, pulled back. “Spatial rift sickness can be a bear. Let’s get you down.” She started working on Arthur’s clenched hands. “Did you wet yourself?”
This was asked kindly, but it did jerk him out of his shock. “No!”
The surprise was enough to make his hands release the strap. Off balance, he slid off the side, stomach scraping all the way down.
It was only a short fall as Tess stood maybe as his neck. But his body was strung so tight, for a moment he fully expected a thousand-length fall.
Arthur gave a short scream before he hit the ground, and crumpled, feeling immediately embarrassed.
The woman came around the other side and thankfully didn’t laugh. “There you are, and I see you didn’t wet your pants. Good,” she said with a brisk nod. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did the scourge bite or scratch you?”
“No,” he said. “I…” He held up his hands to show scraped palms. “I climbed a tree.”
“You got lucky. Some of them can climb, too.”
“They rotted the trunk out from under me,” Arthur said, though to his ears it sounded like whining.
However, the woman could not be more sympathetic. She knelt to his level and patted his shoulder. “You poor dear. You’re safe now. I know you said you weren’t hurt, but we’re going to get you looked over and then get something hot to eat. You’ll feel better soon.”
“Magda, Tess and I need to go.” Jo the rider had finally broken off from praising her dragon’s goodness and courage. She had pulled down the mask to show olive skin and a wide mouth. “The fighters just got control of the airspace, but I’m sure there are more people out there.”
“Of course. Here.” Standing, Magda hunted in a pouch attached to her belt and pulled out a milky green chip with 1 emblazoned on it. “Here’s your token.”
Arthur wanted to ask what that was about. The token exchange had the air of a transaction. But there was a more important consideration.
Slowly, painfully he stood to his feet. His legs still felt like jelly, but they held. “Thank you,” he said to the rider. His words felt so weak and insincere for what she had just done. Even Tess blinked blank yellow eyes at him. “I would’ve died. I— “
“We were just doing our job,” Jo said, gesturing to include Tess. The purple dragon blinked empty yellow eyes at him. “And you might have still thought of something. It’s not every boy who can keep his head enough to try to signal a flying rider.”
He hadn’t tried to signal anyone.
Before he could find something to day, Jo put her hand on his shoulder — a familiar gesture that surprised him.
“What direction was your farm?” she asked.
They thought he was a farmer’s brat. Made sense. He’d seen the remains of a few farmhouses here and there from atop the ridge.
Arthur shook his head. He still felt too scrambled to make up an effective lie.
Jo must have thought he was still in shock. That wasn’t too far from the truth. “How many were in your family?”
This, he could answer. “Just me and my dad. My mom and sister…” He choked the next words off, alarmed to find his emotions so close to the surface. “It was just us.”
Jo exchanged glances with Magda.
“All the Lobos are to bring their rescues here,” Magda said as if that was supposed to mean something to Arthur. “Don’t lose hope yet.”
The rider nodded briskly. “Tess and I will look around the area we found you and see if there’s other survivors.”
“Don’t,” Arthur said, knowing it was a fruitless task. Weeks of keeping secrets to himself had ingrained the habit but he couldn’t let the rider fly around on a wild goose chase when there might be real farmer families to be saved. A halting story of half-lies tumbled out of him. “I got separated from the rest. There were men hunting for scourglings, and for… for…” He looked guiltily at the rider and couldn’t say it.
Jo, however, finished for him. “Vultures. Looking for fallen dragon riders and their cards.”
Behind them, the normally bubbly Tess hissed.
“They thought I might be carded,” Arthur said quickly. “They wanted to kill me and check my heart, even though I got nothing. I don’t know what’s worse: Them or the scourglings.”
This last part seemed to earn him a bit of favor from the dragon rider, judging by her smirk.
“Then the scourglings came up on us and I ran,” Arthur finished. “I think the scourglings ate them.”
“Then good riddance.” Magda huffed.
Jo turned to her. “Keep an eye on this one. He has some guts in him. Might even be a dragon rider one day,” she said with a wink. Then she turned to her dragon and held up the token, taking on that excited voice again. “Tess! Look what I got!”
“Jade stone!” Tess trilled, bouncing from foot to foot. “Tess find more! More! More people for stones!”
“That’s right.” Jo put up her mask again up on her nose and then swung up onto the dragon. In a moment, they were buzzing away.
Magda put her arm under Arthur’s. “Let’s get you a seat.”
She guided Arthur toward the tables, which was difficult for him as his legs were still trembling.
This was ridiculous. He used to face death all the time back in the border village. But something about so many shocks at one time — and that terrible rip in the sky — had nearly undone him.
Arthur took deep breaths and firmly told himself that he was safe. He made himself believe it.
Slowly, his heart rate calmed though he still felt shaky.
Magda guided him to sit at a table. “Anyone look familiar?” she asked.
She meant the other people who had been rescued. A few had glanced at him, hoping that he was their boy dying almost at once. Arthur shook his head.
Looking unsurprised, Magda pulled out a small pile of papers and then took out a wooden pencil. Red had carried one of those, though Magda’s looked brand new instead of the stubby thing Red had used.
“Let’s get some information down, so when we find your father, we can get you two reunited. Let’s start with your name.”
“Arthur,” he said at once and wanted to slap himself. He needed to be smarter than this. Then again… he had gone by Ernest in the caravan. If Second was looking for him, that would be the name he asked about.
“Your surname?”
“Youngblood,” he said, using Ernie’s last name.
“Okay, Arthur. You said it was just you and your father at your farm?”
He nodded. She made a note.
“Do you know your father’s rank?”
He had no idea what people outside border towns thought was normal. There were no ranks in the caravan either. He decided to just shake his head. “We are just farmers. Not nobility or nothing.”
She chuckled and made another mark. “And how old are you?”
He sensed an opportunity here. “Thirteen.”
Magda’s eyes flicked from the notes. She gave him a look.
“Twelve,” he corrected.
She continued looking at him.
He wanted to bristle. He wasn’t that small! Well… he was growing! But the kids he played dice and card games with never treated him like one of the teenagers. In fact, he had fit in pretty well with the ten-year-olds.
Reluctantly, as if he knew he’d been caught in a lie, he said, “I’ll be eleven at the end of next month.”
That seemed to satisfy her. It also prickled at his pride a little bit.
“You’re almost old enough for your first card,” she said.
She really didn’t know he was carded. Then again, Tess was a purple, not a silver, and had seemed to be a… simpler creature.
Magda made a few more marks. Then, turning, she gestured over to someone else.
A lanky teenager wearing a long white tunic edged in blue walked up. He stared at Arthur in a creepy intense way and a prickle went down his spine.
“Not scourge-touched,” the teenager said. “Some light bruising on the torso, minor lacerations to the throat and both palms.”
Magda made another note.
“Are you some sort of a treasure seeker?” Arthur asked. It was the only name he knew for people who could find things.
“I’m a sick-seeker,” he said with a chuckle. Then, abruptly all business again he continued to Magda. “He’s suffering from malnourishment with several vitamin deficiencies. Though it looks like some of it has started to be addressed. Good harvest last season?” he said in an aside to Arthur but didn’t wait for his reply. “He should have citrus juice along with every breakfast and supper meal for the next two weeks. Aside from that, no sicknesses, no defects, nothing brewing.”
Magda nodded and the man walked away to visit a woman who was holding a fitful baby.
The whole exchange had sounded uncomfortably to Arthur like someone describing a horse they’d like to sell. He'd practically said Arthur had good teeth and sound hooves.
“What was that chip?” he asked. “The green one you gave to Tess’s rider?”
Magda didn’t blink an eye as she continued to fill out the form. “Oh, she’s on the rescue and evacuation team — we call them the Lobos as we’re the Wolf Hive. Tess isn’t a fighter, so she can’t compete with the big dragons for shards. Every Lobo gets an extra incentive for a person recovered. Tess and Joanna are some of the best at what they do. Even better than some who have a seeker card.”
So, he had been sold. Sort of. Exchanged, maybe? Was it a bad thing?
He wasn’t sure yet.
Magda rose and went to the tents, returning with a plate heaped with thickly sliced beef, crisp greens, an apple, and a real glass filled with vivid yellow juice.
Arthur tried the juice first. It was shockingly tart and stung a little at the inside of his chapped lips. He loved it.
As he ate, Magda rose from the table to check on more people the dragon riders brought in. Most of these came aboard small purples, like Tess. Though there was a blue dragon so pale it was close to silver in the fading light.
Magda returned as Arthur finished the last of his plate.
“You ought to grab a cot and lay down,” she said, nodding to the largest tent. “They’re going to be rescuing people through the night as the sun is still up over there.”
Arthur stared, trying to puzzle out that sentence. “How can the sun be up somewhere else?” he asked, pointing to the now dim outline on the horizon. It had nearly set.
Sunset... there was something important about that phrase, but he was too exhausted to work it out.
She chuckled as if he’d just made a joke. “Dutchy Rockhound is behind us by at least five hours.”
Arthur’s mind spun, but Magda ushered him from the table.
“I promise to come to wake you when we find your father.”
Yeah right. That would be a good trick.
But a bed did sound good. He hadn’t slept in a real cot since he left his village.
Arthur went to the tent and found a free cot near the middle. The mattress was soft, the blankets thick. Several people were already sleeping nearby — or at least laying down. One wept quietly.
Arthur felt bad for them, but also disconnected. In truth, he had lost his family a long time ago.
He fell asleep almost at once.
Comments
Connor
Commentary! > The whole exchange had sounded uncomfortably to Arthur like someone describing a horse they’d like to sell. He'd practically said Arthur had good teeth and sound hooves. This is very amusing. Nice line. > Arthur tried the juice first. It was shockingly tart and stung a little at the inside of his chapped lips. He loved it. I like the detail with the chapped lips. Great way to convey his introduction to orange juice. Good chapter! Nice to get a bit of a break, even while the uncertainty of his surroundings and the lying about his identity serve to keep up the tension. Very interested to see what happens next and learn more about the dragon nest. It's a cool detail that they occupy the sites of old/abandoned scourge eruptions. Thanks for the chapter! —————————————————— Copy edits! > They were at the sight of another scourge eruption. sight -> site > like the square back in his village except for several times as large. except for -> except "except for" can only introduce a noun: "My entire family had blond hair, except for my niece." > It was only a short fall as Tess stood maybe as his neck. "maybe as his neck" -> "maybe as high as his neck" > She had pulled down the mask the mask -> her mask > Magda hunted in a pouch hunted in -> hunted through > Before he could find something to day to day -> to say > "Tess and I will look around the area we found you and see if there’s other survivors." there's -> there're/there are Though you can get away with this one because it's dialogue, and some people do speak like that. Included for completeness. > I don’t know what’s worse: Them or the scourglings. Them -> them I'm not aware of any style guides that advocate for a capital on the first item in a list following a colon. If what follows is a complete sentence, then style guides differ on whether to capitalize or not, and it's up to some degree of taste. I'm partial to modified Chicago Style for fiction, which says not to capitalize unless two or more complete sentences are considered "associated" with the colon. It's fine to capitalize for single sentences as well, though. (Note that I can't afford to pledge at the higher tier for now, so you'll only get copy edits as chapters become available to the lower tier. That's unlikely to change anytime soon unless you want to start sending me the chapters in DMs or something. Just so you know! Hope you find it helpful.)
Connor
I believe he wants to oversell his age in order to give himself more allowance for sudden growth under his card's influence.
Benjamin Walsh
I don’t understand why he lied about his age. Why not just say he is small for his age?
Honour Rae
Not at this time and probably not likely to be one. I'm not sure I have the energy to moderate one or the will to kick people out should they act up. I'm kind of a big softy.
ARHHH
Is there a discord?
HardcoreLace756
Probably? It's a fantasy world with dragons and teleportation so a lot of issues with travel/communication/stability are not as affected combine that with a common enemy and ridiculously powerful people and getting a nation as large or larger than Russia shouldn't be too hard
Honour Rae
I do love academy arcs....
Honour Rae
I will NOT go on a rant about how time zones are artificial constructs to begin with and to be truly accurate there should be a lot more of them though it would be inconvenient at best... but yes. The kingdom is bigger than continental america.
Honour Rae
Can confirm it's a location transport only. Return To Start is a little misleading though. I meant it to mean 'return to the point where he was at the start of the day, whatever the start of the day was to him (either after midnight or when he wakes up)' but that's not nearly a catchy enough title.
Honour Rae
This is just an on point comment. I think it would behoove Arthur to get a cheap card so he can use that as his cover. He has a scary good card, if he sits down long enough to learn about it. (He is, little by little.) That also won't stop him from earning another great card in the future... if this is indeed the way he goes. No spoilers. ;)
Honour Rae
Pretty much as you say. He's used to keeping that secret to himself and know that last group would have killed him for his cards. Second, too.
Honour Rae
Lol. Tess is such a pure soul.
Joshua
A 5 hour difference means the kingdom would be bigger then america, is that right?
Julien Fellegara
Location only. Source: author
Touch
Academy arc plz😳
Pebble
It seems the Hives have some sort of merit system and the people they bring in can probably also participate in it if they choose to stay and work for those merit points. My guess is with Arthur's ability to get skills he'll quickly manage to find a lot of work in the Hive doing all sorts of chores. This will earn him plenty of merit points that he will trade for a card. Given that he already has two that no one there knows about and is in a hurry to get one officially to hide that fact, he'll likely settle for the cheapest card he can get. This would probably disappoint some people there who will think he has a lot of potential and were hoping he would hold out a little longer and earn enough to get an actually decent card, rather than the first one he can get. Though if Arthur makes any enemies there, that will also make them underestimate him, which is good.
Pebble
"Dragons built their hives out of ancient scourge eruptions." Plot twist: The first Dragons came from primordial scourglings that managed to eat enough to actually sate their hunger and some of them transformed into ancestors of the current dragons (while others turned into other beings). They made their first homes at the scourge eruption sites they came from and it became a tradition for all dragons since.
Need to fix, "Before he could find something to day, Jo put her hand on his shoulder — a familiar gesture that surprised him." Loving this story!
Some BS Deity
I am highly curious if that trap card actually sends him back in time or if it just moves him to that location.
Some BS Deity
Tess is best girl. Also I totally understand why he didn't mention being carded and if it does come out he can still say it was during the scourge. Just say he was worried they might kill him for it. By that point hopefully he has made himself useful. Or gets a card before they realize.
Ash
Petition to bring back Tess soon :'(
