did he actually think that the Eye of Janus should have chosen him?
If that was the case, then why did he have harpy after harpy sacrifice their lives touching it? Was it to test its strength, to test its ability at killing and taking life? Once again, I was struck down with too many questions and not enough answers, and just then I had to question where my head was at considering I had my own problems to face, ones surprisingly more important than the Eye right now… like finding three Scottish shifters.
“Well, I'm not going to get anywhere by standing around here all day feeling sorry for myself,” I said before I started walking in the only direction that looked like it led anywhere. The strange grass brushed up against my ankles and tickled my skin, and I was about to reach down and touch it when suddenly I heard shouting. I started running towards the sound, making my way across the flat part of the meadow before it started to incline into a hill. There was no way of knowing what was on the other side, but all I could hope for was that I wasn't as alone as I thought I was, and I would be trying to decipher some heavy Scottish accents again in no time.
This was thankfully confirmed the second I heard a very distinct swearing that was more of a feck than a fuck.
“We need tae find th' girl, nothing is mair important!” I heard Trice saying in an angry, almost panicked tone.
“We wull split up if we need tae, bit dinna worry, lad, wull find her,” Gryph assured him.
“As fur ye, wull ye hurry up 'n' shift yer Wyvern arse!” Trice snapped, and this was the last thing I heard said before I made my way over the hill and could see them. However, I sucked in a quick breath of surprise and squealed in fright the second I saw the dragon in front of me… no not dragon…
A Wyvern.
I didn't really know what the difference was between a dragon and a Wyvern, other than Vern in his shifted form had two legs not what I gathered was the usual four you would see on a dragon. But either way this didn't detract from his magnificence, and seeing as this was the first time I had seen a creature of his kind, well, it was easy to see why I was stunned to silence.
He was incredible!
Most of him was black with hints of red, the majority of which was on the flaming colour of his scaled underbelly. But I could now see elements I recognised from when they were all shifted and merged as one. Like his black tail that had red spikes running down the length and ended into a narrow arrowhead. The large feet with the curled black talons was a sight I knew intimately, as I had once travelled clutched in its tight grasp curled up like a baby.
Then there were his wings, black like the night, where different size scales ranged from the smaller ones at the centre to larger ones towards the tips. Prominent finger bones were brushed with hints of red along the ridges and each finger was tipped with a large deadly talon, matching those on his feet.
But, most magnificent of all, was his head. A dragon’s head that had strange, webbed fins running down the side of its cheeks and down its neck. Row after row of sharp teeth could be seen sat in between two sets of fangs, one slightly smaller than the other. A single, giant horn surrounded by spikes lay at the centre of his head and glowing red eyes were slanted, and also spiked by hardened skin giving the appearance of an eyebrow. His eyes were burning like red hot coals that had been carved from cooled magma, as if chipping away to get to the lava underneath. They reminded me of the shape of a cat’s eye, with the horizontal slitted black pupils that looked as if they were sneaking through the cracks of a door.
“Amelia! thank th’ gods!” Trice said as soon as he saw me coming over the hill. He then looked directly to where my gaze was rooted to and teased,
“Vern git yer arse back tae human before she thinks ye'r going tae gobble her up.” The dragon, or should I say, Wyvern, as I clearly needed to get into the habit of doing despite how he