Ambush Invite

The sound of crickets was the most peaceful he had ever heard the forest in the last few days and then it died. Stillness. A familiar stillness crawled up his scales. He panted. He was running, but couldn’t remember when he started running or where he wanted to go. All he knew was that he had to go south. However, the more he ran, the more he felt lost. His sense of direction felt askew. He was running south, but south where? How far was he to go? When would the running stop?

Suddenly, a roar filled the air, and Bailong stopped. In the sky, a trail of lightning chased a majestic dragon as it flew down. The lightning caught the dragon’s tail, ran down its snake-like body and came out its mouth when it roared again.

“The black dragon. Hurry.” He heard his brother’s voice in his head alongside the roar. Bailong’s eyes snapped open, and he sat up straight. His chest ached terribly before Qinglong jumped out. Wings increasingly white.