A man chooses, a slave obeys

There was no reply from the young ghost girl but the hatch opened, a gloved hand catching the deer by her antler and pulling her up with a powerful and harsh force. That was the moment Isa's tormented, terrified cries could be heard as one of her only friends was grasped in the hand of a Valkiir bounty hunter.

The valkiir were a huge, bipedal wolf like race who had the signature feature of horns or tusks depending on the gender, and considering no female, 'ferrashaa', had rites, this one clearly desplayed the appearance of curved boar tusks. He was donned head to toe in protective leather armor and in his spare hand he held a polearm, this bestial race was one of the most feared due to their powerful strength and prowess in battle as well as their cruel nature. all which made up for their lack of great intelligence, that being the only reason as to why humans were more successful.

The hired thug easily lifted Kee's weight by her antler, threatening for it to break if she didn't comply, but it was the only enticement, Kee understood the pain and vulnerability vwhen faceds against a spirit creature, and Isa shared that weakness, imprisoned by ghostly hands that had been conjured by Cyburn who stood next to the young elf, a smug expression on his face. "I suggest you give yourself up or your familiar friend suffers. And return my stolen property at once."

"Heh, very good. Get them up, I have a few words I'd like to say before anything else happens." Cyburn said with a smug voice as the Valkiir grabbed Kee by antler and throat to pull her and her wounded companion out of the darkness and into the light. Tyarnach's body slumping to the ground as he slid from her back.

"I told you you were mine now." The mage growled, his smirk turning into a dangerous scowl. "You've seen what happens to those who disobey even slightly," a hand gestured to the broken and bleeding Tyarnach, "and yet with the help of a... Former slave, you destroy a valuable prize, attempt to escape -and- steal my prized fighter. This is all a terribly serious offence." He stalled closer, using his staff as a cane, "but to think this little rodent had been skulking around, after all these years, I have a use for her though, so thank you for drawing her out."

"Oh such a wild thing you are, perhaps heartbreak will allow you to understand the kind of situation you're in." It wasn't so much a suggestive threat as it was an act of violence, a move of his staff and Isa begain to scream in a mental panic as her spirit was drained by the hands and transfered into the staff, as the process happened she begged for Kee's help. "Please! Please no! It hurts!" She cried, reaching for the deer as she began to fade.

But Kee could not retaliate, their was no time, not when the roof came crashing down in a white and gold blur. The thundering roar of a Dragon shook fear into the bones of every living creature that heard it. But this was no random attack nor any random Dragon. Her sharp green eyes scanned the derbri, looking for someone in particular, her mere presence revitalized and gave strength to Isa, Kee and Tyarnach.

But the interruption was quick as she took a swipe at Cyrus, ripping away his flesh to a critical amount, his red blood stained her white claws before she snatched Kee and Tyarnach in her claws, taking to the skies in an instant before reaching a safe height where a flap of her wings would summon an unholy purple and black haze beam that destroyed the house... And any potential survivors.

Without speaking a word to its captives, the signature god Dragon, first child of Mystic, flew laps around the city, casting a breath of destructive magic on anything she saw fit before taking off and leaving the citadel, flying north towards the ocean boarded. Her powerful grip had put Tyarnach in an unconscious state, lessening his agony, while she kept a loose grip on the spirit to prevent her from falling.

If gold and yellow wasn't enough to give away the Dragon's status, the scarf worn around her neck that featured a mystical orb, twin to the on that levitated between the large spikes on her tail, and her shadowy feathered wings would.

Baylon's pupils looked back towards Kee as she questioned the events, tough the goddess wasn't much for talking, she answered, "A legend? I help save the world from Scale and I am still considered a legend?" She spoke sternly with telepathy, "I'm taking you back to Eternia, where you belong. As noble as your quest to revive the land was a you failed it because of.... This." She lifted her forearm, indicating to Tyarnach.

"And if you cannot protect that forest than perhaps your task came too soon, you're not ready." The goddess argued, easily able to hear the young spirit despite the wind resistance, not that Baylon was very old herself. "And do not think I am fooled, this 'Tyarnach' only saved you because of the creator. No other reason, he saved you from the ghoul simply because it was convenient, lest his burrow be found."

From the rocky hills and past the sand, Baylon glided over the ocean, a beautiful mix between twilight and dawn painted the sky in pastel colours as they headed towards their home continent. A sight only few creatures would ever have the privilege of seeing.

"Regardless you have a duty, you are to protect your domain with your life, not get involved with the affairs of outsiders, as you said, you're not a god." Like a scolding mother Baylon laid the lines clear for Kee, these were rules she should have been taught by her elders.