Through a Spy's Eyes - Standalone

The vast territory that belongs to the Southern people of Walled Hold. A fishing village also exists within this territory. Between the two settlements the people aren't very large in number, but they are filled with pride and strength.
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Wed Jul 03, 2019 2:55 pm

Prologue
Season – Mid Spring 2049
Time – Early Evening
Location – Mul’rec’s Keep. Evanoria Weyrhold
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Before Solai set out to Walled that evening, Inez gave her a stern warning. ”Stay out of sight, Solai.”

Often, Solai found herself forced to heed Inez’s caution, and often, Solai found herself suppressing the need to roll her eyes. Since her sixteenth turn, Solai fought for Mul’rec’s cause. He taught her everything, from subterfuge to infiltration to philosophy on human rights. Four turns later, she still fought to free slaves, especially children whose first memories would only ever be the day they were put into fetters and cruelly inked by their oppressors. Everything, Solai put on the line for them, and she did so long before Inez and her sisters took the reigns of the operation.

Therefore, Solai replied with a cool voice, ”Of course I will.”

”Message me as soon as you reach Aniday and D’ran. Do remember to go straight to Aniday. Remember, you are there on Atrician matters.”

”Yes, I know,” the testy greenrider answered. Despite the way Inez narrowed her eyes upon her cousin, Solai stood defiantly against her with arms crossed over her chest. Normally, Solai played this game all too well, the silent glares until one gave into a response of some half-hearted apologies. This time, however, Solai snarled first. ”I’ve done this far more than you, Inez. I am more than capable, and if it were not for me, you wouldn’t even be here right now.”

”But I am here,” Inez retorted. ”And I am every bit a part of this as your are. But I have a family, Solai, as do you, and I’ve already been hunted down once. I don’t care for a repeat of that incident. Therefore, caution.”

If she protested once more, Solai knew full well that Inez would rebuke her for it. It seemed Inez was so keen on forcing Solai to listen, that so often she failed to listen herself. Wilful and unbearable, Solai realised the futility of an argument with Inez, thus only a nod answered the woman.

”Good. Now, Evora will be there keeping you safe. Did D’ran say where this slave market was?”

”Bottoms,” Solai answered tersely.

Either Inez did not hear or did not care about that firm note in Solai’s tone. ”Guards?”

”Yes.”

”Numbers?”

”We don’t know yet.” Green eyes followed the femme brownrider who paced near the hearth. Even on an Evanorian Spring night, the hearth needed to burn lest they freeze.

”I don’t like this,” Inez finally spoke. ”We don’t know enough.”

Solai was quick to assuage her of such concern. ”That’s why we are going, to assess the situation. We can’t extract anyone without going there first.” If they were to learn anything more, they needed to see with their own eyes. That was how these things always worked.

”Theria should go with you.”

”Theria is with Locke tonight. She can’t be spared, and all of us have work to do.” With Inez’s paranoia, Solai partially expected the woman to mention A’ric’s name as an option, but the man was not ready for something like this, not yet. As for K’rios, both women knew Solai would outright refuse, and for good reason. Have the two work together on a recon mission would make one a liability to the other, and the cause could not afford a mistake of that magnitude.

Full lips thinned into a frown of displeasure. The amethyst at Inez’s shoulder growled with discontent. Neither rider nor ‘lizard were pleased by any of this.

Solai pressed the brownrider once more. ”I’ll be with D’ran, as always. You can’t keep trying to delay these missions for the sake of safety, Inez. We need to get this done before our window closes. They are going to move the children soon. There won’t be another chance.”

Her reluctance persisted, and for a moment, Solai even wondered if it was possible for Inez to concede. The brownrider had halted them at ever point of their work, blockading them from that which needed to be done, all for the sake of caution. However, had it not been for Inez’s constant delays, they would not have needed to work with such urgency now.

”Inez, I have to go!”

Fists clenched, as did Solai’s heart.

The greenrider was ready to defy the woman, to storm out and do what needed to be done, to break command. What other choice was she left with when their own leader failed to see the dire need of the cause?

”Go.”

A blink of dismay answered the older woman. Solai parted her lips to speak, but Inez cut her off.

”Go. We’re running out of time.”

Though frustrated out of her mind that it had taken Inez far too long to recognise what Solai already knew, the greenrider was not about to dispute Inez’s statement. So quickly did the sands of time fall through the neck of the hourglass. So few granules remained now. With only a nod, Solai departed in a brisk walk, making her way out to Tyreth who shifted impatiently on the stretch of plateau.

Are we going then?

Yes, now, before she changes her mind again.
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Tue Jul 09, 2019 9:47 pm

Chapter One
Season – Mid Spring 2049
Time – Middle of the Night
Location – Bottoms, Walled Hold
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A roar pierced the air, signifying the hour of the night. Midnight. Aniday stood back as Solai and D'ran prepared themselves in his living room, dressing in their black tunics, black leathers, and black cowls.

"This is just a survey tonight?" the zultaniterider asked. Solai could tell the question was meant to sooth his own nerves, to confirm his better suspicions, rather than his worst.

D'ran spoke first as Solai secured her belt. "Yes, just a survey. We move tomorrow if everything is clear."

"We have to move tomorrow, regardless," the greenrider answered in a huff. Curls bounced as she pulled her belt with a sudden yank, clasping it tight about her hips. The cause did not have any more time left to spare to caution. They had waited long enough, too long, and now they had little time left to afford to something as trivial as a waiting game. Locke had given them the schematics of the the location, as well as the information on the man they dealt with. By tonight, they would secure their knowledge on the number of men, and how they patrolled. They would count the children in the custody of the Derisen Ring, and Solai would count heads so Evora knew how many bolts to bring tomorrow night.

"We will," he assured her before turning dark eyes back to Aniday. "We'll be back in a few candlemarks."

"Send Hilt if you need anything," the zultaniterider begged of him.

Why the man seemed so torn, Solai did not know, but she remained too focused to ask. Instead, they made their way to his kitchen, and slipped out his window in the dead of night. For the hour trek down to Bottoms, Solai and D'ran remained out of sight. They knew Theria and Locke were stirring trouble on the other side of town, delaying the shipment of the children as long as they could by disrupting Derisen and Ulkirk's other endeavours. How much longer such tactics would work, Solai did not know, but so long as the two slavers did not feel the security required to move their product, they would keep it caged away.

Like felines, the two riders slunk through the shadow, keeping away from the main arteries of Bottoms except when absolutely necessary. Those times they crossed the main streets, they waited until only the dregs of Bottoms could be seen, the kind who would pay neither of them any mind as they passed through. Prostitutes. Dealers. Gang members. Thieves. Druggies. None of the criminals who roamed the streets and alleyways of Bottoms paid any note to them other than to sneer a warning, or catcall to Solai from a distance. Some mistook her for a prostitute about to give D'ran the services he paid for, others considered her a thief to observe curiously in passing. None of them, however, recognised her and D'ran for what they truly were. Emancipators.

It was only when they reached the alley with several patrols that Solai realised they had reached their destination. The building itself towered in comparison to those around it, reaching all the way to the ceiling of the massive cavern. Derisen owned the entirety of monstrous edifice.

But she could not dwell on the stature of the complex. Instead, eyes shot for the patrol. She counted four men, two by the door, and another two who wandered the streets. She sent Scarletto off to check the back of the building and the closes around the edifice itself. Claudius, Solai made sure to leave back in Atricis.

"What do we have Solai?" D'ran asked as he hid behind a barrel.

Solai hunched behind several wooden boxes as her eyes closed to see through those Scarletto provided her. "Two more in the alleyway behind the building. None in the closes."

"Same as before. Good."

Eyes opened to see D'ran motioning back down the wynd they had travelled down. Step by step, Solai moved back, until they reached the street. There were a few passer bys, but no one of concern as D'ran and Solai walked a little ways up the street and ducked into another wynd. With ease did Solai remember this place, while her fingers ached with dread. She recalled the close by the graffiti painted upon the walls, the stone underfoot, and the single step that she had missed on two previous surveys of the area. This time, she made sure to mind it well as she stepped up it, rather than trip, and walked down a little ways further where they would soon scale to a window above.

"You got this?" D'ran asked as Solai reached for the small sack she had attached to her belt.

Delicate fingers slipped into the small pouch, only to come out covered in white chalk. Solai covered her hands and patted the excess off before looking at the mismatched wall of cobble and stone. The chalk would help her with her grip as she ascended the wall, granted it was only a very short distance. "Yeah, I've got this," she assured him as she stepped into position. Already eyes traced the wall, giving her a path up to the window in question. With a final slip of her fingers to the rope at her belt, just to assure herself she had brought it, Solai motioned to D'ran.

They had done this before, but it was never easy.

The bronzerider lowered his hands down, clasped together, giving her and extra footing. With grace, she used the lift he offered her, only to give a small jump with the lift and scale the wall. Fingers fitted into the nooks of stone as her the soft points of her shoes allowed her to find footing as she climbed. Several times, she had to give herself pause, ff only to calm the muscles that threatened to spasm in her fingers. I've done this before, she mentally growled to herself. The adrenaline coursing violently through her, Solai forced herself to continue the climb, moving hand by hand and foot by foot, until she finally reached the window ledge. Carefully, she pulled herself up and peered into the dark room. It was a storage room, one that often became so stale that the window was left open to let it breathe (unfortunately, Bottoms's own sour air never granted the room the reprieve its owners clearly sought). Solai paid little mind to the staleness of the storage room as she removed the rope from her belt and tied a lasso for D'ran. Once she threw the thin rope out and down back into the wynd, D'ran reached for it below, and slipped his foot into the lasso provided while hands clutched at the rope. With a heave, Solai hoisted the lithe bronzerider up the wall. Fortunately, for them both, D'ran had never been a heavy man, thus she managed to get him to the window ledge and pull him up the rest of the way.

The building they entered was often vacant at night. They crept through the hallway with not a soul in sight, and when they reached the stairs, they scaled them with not a sound from themselves, or the protest of others. When they reached the rooftop, Solai scanned their surroundings. The rooftops were mostly empty, not a body in sight. As for down below, they could see the guards not far from them. From rooftop to rooftop they leapt, until they came to a bridge built of wooden poles that allowed them to walk across. They were not far now. In her recovery, Solai regarded the building once more. It appeared more like a keep in comparison to flats and homes around it. When eyes scaled the edifice, they reached the unnatural ceiling. Solai could not stop herself from searching for the shimmer of stars. Instead, all they saw was stone. The scatter of flickering fires along the rooftops in the massive cavern gave a faint illumination of the stone that confined Bottoms. It was nearly claustrophobic to Solai. Even back in Atricis, dwellings in stone at least always opened to the Weyr Yards where all could venture. Here, all were destined to live and die without ever seeing the skies.

"Hey," D'ran warned her. They needed to keep moving, was the unspoken. "You ready?"

She gave a nod of her head, and set off on a run before she leapt from one rooftop to the next. They needed to jump from rooftop to rooftop, making their way back to the lair. As they moved, Solai tried not to gag with every breath she took. The air here smelled offensive, like sewage that had marinaded for centuries. Much like their previous surveys, Solai needed to give herself pause to overcome the stench, but D'ran pressed her to continue. The greenrider tried not to falter, at least not until they reached the final roof that neighboured the towering edifice that merged floor and ceiling together like one massive pillar surrounded by a forest of stalagmites.

D'ran was the first to look over the small ledge afforded to them. "I see Derisen," he began after a moment of watching. He slipped back down to meet her at level. Together, they lay as flat as they could along the surface so their heads did not peek up over the short wall. "Ulkirk is in there too," he began, "Speaking with Derisen by the looks of it."

"He was there the last two times we visited as well. He must come often during the night to check in."

"Locke is sure going to love that," D'ran chuckled nervously. Both green and bronzerider knew full well what Locke had in store for the Justicar. Fortunately for Locke, and unfortunately for Ulkirk, D'ran and Solai's sole concern was for the children they held.

"Anyone else in the room?" she asked, lifting her head ever so slightly so her whisper could carry to the bronzerider who peaked over the ledge once more.

"Yeah, three guards? No... four."

"Fuck, more than before..."

"Probably because of Locke and Theria," D'ran replied.

While the two were a necessary evil to keep the kids in Bottoms, it also meant Locke and Theria worked too well, and were spooking Derisen and Ulkirk. The extra men likely had to do with the interruptions committed by the wraithrider and greenrider.

"We have to move soon, no later than tomorrow," Solai growled. She was unwilling to wait any longer.

"Agreed," he answered back before glancing over the ledge to survey the other floors.

Impatiently, Solai waited, yet still, she waited with her heart clenched about what more D'ran could see. It was enough to get her to peek over the ledge as well, spotting the several stories of windows and movement. The tower was a fortress, and by tomorrow, they would have to penetrate i-

A sharp pain burst suddenly through her low belly, enough to make the greenrider gasp out. When she looked to the source of the hurt, she spotted a bolt that had sprouted up along left side of her belly. Flesh stung deep where the shaft touch, leaving her to catch her breath in recovery; blood seeped, already dampening her tunic and leathers. "D'ran! she called to him in a sharp whisper. Already, her voice trembled as her body began to succumb to shock.

The bronzerider spotted the injury, and immediately cupped his hands around it, pressing upon it to stop the bleeding... only for a second bolt to fly by his head. "Shit! We need to move!"

Solai moaned as the bronzerider lifted her up, and started in a hard run across the rooftop. Two more bolts hissed passed them just before D'ran leapt off the rooftop over the narrow wynd. He landed in a roll, taking Solai with him., The shaft snapped from the pressure of the movement, the ends grinding within her as the blood continued to ooze hot around the lips of the wound where the bolt protruded, but she was not allowed to stop. Instead, D'ran's arms wrapped around her, pulling her to her feet as they ran across the rooftop and left for the next.

She missed the jump, but managed to catch the ledge with a sweaty hand. Once he landed, D'ran returned to her, grasping the hand to pull her up over the wall. Twice more they were forced to jump, until they reached the wooden bridge. Already, life began to seep from Solai. Her steps had weakened as D'ran dragged her with him, making their way to the thin wooden bridge. "I can't..." she panted. Already, she felt her body beginning to give.

"You can! he encouraged her in determination as he began to cross.

A hand slipped to the wound, settling just beneath the bolt as she crossed with D'ran. Several times, she felt the lure of gravity pull at her, especially as her lips began to go cold and her skin clammy...

"Common, Solai. You can do this. We're almost there."

Though the greenrider listened to D'ran, she did not believe him, not when she recalled all that stood between them and Aniday and Tyreth.

She felt her green, the panic that caused her massive heart to throb, but she dare not utter a sound lest she give evidence to their enemies that Solai had breached Bottoms. Yet Solai continued to feel her worry eat at both of them, the mounting panic that her rider would not reach the surface. Shhhhhh... I'll make it, she promised her lifemate, even if Tyreth was forced to stay silent.

They reached the other side of the bridge, though Solai buckled under the strain of her injury. Her knees met the stone beneath her, only for her body to crumple.

"Solai!"

"I can't... I can't..." she began, her words sputtering from her with every breath. Though she no longer felt the agony of her wound, she felt the pull of exhaustion forcing her to slow down, begging her to sleep. Eyes closed as the howls of D'ran's desperation became distant memories.
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Fri Aug 02, 2019 2:08 pm

Chapter Two
Season – Fuzzy time to Mid Spring 2049 (four days after Broken Bolts and Spilt Secrets)
Time – Late Evening
Location – Dragon Ward, Walled Hold

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In the days to follow after the incident, Aniday wore a trench into his floorboards of his room. Plagued by worry of being found out, he pacedas he thought back on every little detail that might connect himself and D'ran back to the abolitionist movement. If the Mother found out, he knew the woman would not hesitate to murder them both as she had done to Sonia. Every day he spent with her, the Harbinger, and the Pedagogue, he made sure to net every tidbit spoken, anything his ears could catch that might indicate they were on the hunt for the injured greenrider or suspected D'ran's involvement.

He took Nagath to Atricis, Aniday frequently thought. Despite the fact the information had never been brought up in his presence, Aniday knew they had not missed the bronze's departure that night with Solai and Tyreth. So then why did they not say anything to him?

"It is possible they do not know," D'ran explained to him four nights later.

Aniday sat at his work table as the bronzerider paced about his room, tracing the same path the zultaniterider had walked over and over again for the past four evenings. "They have to know," Aniday tried to say calmly for all the tightness of his voice betrayed him.

"Then why don't they say anything to you about it?"

A shudder escaped the man before he answered, "Maybe because they suspect my involvement too."

"If that were true, we'd be dead by now," D'ran protested.

Aniday shook his head. "No... not yet... but we might be by the end of all of this." Dark eyes turned up to D'ran, his black eyes meeting D'ran's own. "You need to get Charmaine and the children out of here now while you still have the chance D'ran. Send them to Evanoria, send them to Atricis, but don't let them stay here."

The bronzerider growled, "That could tip the Mother and the Harbinger off-"

"It's too late for tipping off anyone and covering our tracks. If they didn't suspect us, they would have said something about your involvement by now. They know, D'ran."

"And if you're wrong?"

"I'm not," Aniday replied. He looked out the window that overlooked Chansoneth's wallow and the expanse of Walled lit by the waning moon light. "Send your family away from here. Go with them if you must. But don't stay here and do nothing."

"And what will you do?"

The zultaniterider thought back on his life, his time with Eavan and Gavael, his Impression to Chansoneth, his time in Walled, and what little good he had managed to accomplish in his lifetime. If he fled now, he would be a coward, and only ignite the Mother's suspicions. Fleeing to Atricis or Evanoria would likely provoke a diplomatic incident that would but the two factions in jeopardy for harbouring him. Even worse, there would be no going back. The cause would be placed in the dark, knowing little if anything about the ongoings in Walled. They would have to re-establish their networks of information, which could take turns, leaving many slaves to suffer as they prayed for freedom. However, if he remained, there was a chance he would live, and be able to continue serving the cause. "I will stay. You go. Go while you still can, D'ran."

"I can't leave you here, Ani," the bronzerider replied. Reaching out, he took the man's shoulder. It was a heavy weight placed upon the zultaniterider. "You are a brother to me, Ani. If I leave, we both leave."

The queenrider gave a shake of his head. "I can't, not if there's a chance to salvage everything we have. If I leave, we lose turns of progress."

"Is that worth your life, and Chansoneth's?"

Hesitation answered the bronzerider as Aniday turned his attentions outside once more, and regarded his lifemate who had endured turns with him, dedicating her entire life to him... and yet... "I'm a dragonrider, D'ran. It's my duty to serve those in need. If I abandon my post, I'm not worth even the dragon I'm bonded to."

D'ran nodded in understanding.

"And you... What contacts we have in Bottoms, you have all that knowledge. If you live, it ensures that the cause can still reach out to those in need."

"I'm not leaving you here alone, Ani," D'ran argued, only to sigh and stand back with arms crossed. "But I'll send Char and the children away to Evanoria."

"If you stay, you'll die." No matter whether Aniday escaped suspicion or not, he knew D'ran's days were numbered. "There is no hiding the fact that you and Nagath left that night with Tyreth, and so near Bottoms. They know about you. If you stay here, they'll kill you."

The bronzerider gave a nod, one that expressed both his acceptance of the inevitable, and his vehemence to remain regardless. "If it comes to that, then it comes to that, but I'm not going to leave you."

Lips pressed as he regarded the bronzerider. The idea of D'ran knowingly risking his life not only seemed like an unnecessary risk, but downright foolish and dangerous. What did he hope to accomplish by remaining in Walled? What was so precious to the bronzerider that he felt such an obligatio- no -determination to stay? For it was determination that anchored him in Walled against both their better judgements. "Damn it all between, D'ran. You're far too stubborn for your own good."

"Maybe," D'ran admitted, "but in all my life, I've never backed down from a fight, and I'm sure as the void not going to back down from this one."

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Fri Aug 02, 2019 3:51 pm

Chapter Three
Season – Fuzzy time to Mid Spring 2049 (nearly a week after Broken Bolts and Spilt Secrets)
Time – Late Evening
Location – Dragon Ward, Walled Hold

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The night grew late, yet at his desk, Aniday wrote. It took a day or so to compose his thoughts, but once he did, he put those thoughts to word for his son, Gavael to read. For turns, he had meant to speak them to the young man. At the time, Aniday had all the time in the world, so he took the time to wait for Gavael, to watch his son grow into a man, and to speak only when the time had come for a father to guide his son. Now, Aniday realised he needed to say everything he could, to bestow the young man with all the advice he had to offer, before Gavael found himself bereft of his father. Over the last two nights, Aniday wrote the missive. Several times did the zultaniterider have to crumple several drafts in the bin before he felt his writing went the way it needed to go. Even if time was limited, Aniday felt he had to do right by Gavael one last time.
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Dear Gavael,

There are so many things I wanted to tell you before, but it felt important to stand back and watch with pride as you became the man you are today. Everything you've done, everything you've seen, every place you've gone, I'm proud of you for it. What you did took a lot of courage, and it is my hope that your courage never falters. The world is too big to stop in Fort, and your life too precious and promising to limit yourself to the craft hall. Never forget that.

Love your family, but never hold yourself back for them. We will always support you, no matter what you choose in life, whether it is to see every hold and weyr of Pern, or to become a dragonrider, pearlrider, or wherhandler. I know we haven't talked much about this, but I will admit that I hope you return to Atricis one day, or that you will go to Fort Weyr to stand as a candidate. First and foremost, you are a dragonrider by blood, and I know you will Impress. Take that opportunity while you still can. Your dragon is out there, but you need to be ready to open your mind to them when they finally crack into the world.

Love your soulmate, even life decides you aren't destined to be together. I learned that about your mother Eavan, and I will never stop loving her. There is not a thing I regret about that, because I realise love is more than just about intimacy. It's also about friendship and memories. Even after she mated Ar'vis, she had I have made many memories together. She let me be a part of your life, to which I am forever indebted to her, and she has continued to be a friend when I've needed her. This also extends to Ar'vis. I know you dislike him, and he can be a difficult man, but he still loves you like a son. Don't hold your grudges against him forever. We only live for so long, and once we die, we can't take back those things we will someday regret.

Lastly, don't let anyone tell you that you can't do something. That isn't for them to decid-
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There was a commotion in the corridors that pulled Aniday's attention away from the quill at hand and the parchment he scrawled upon. Carefully, he replaced the quill in the inkwell, then with cautious steps he left his desk and walked out to the living room. As he listened to the cries muffled by his door, the amplification of them warned the zultaniterider they were getting closer.

Nagath is in distress! Something is wrong! Chansoneth trumpeted into his mind.

Already, Aniday knew the reason why. Without delay, he ran back to his office for the letter he wrote to Gavael. Though unfinished, he had run out of time and had little choice but to leave it as it was. Powder was sprinkled upon the parchment to help dry the ink before shaking hands began folded the leaf up and stuff it into his vest pocket. The panic began to set in as he heard D'ran's voice above the guards bellowing out in a fury. The cling of metal chimming to his ears warned the man a sword fight had ensued. He had to go now if he stood any chance of survival.

And what of D'ran?

He hesitated as he reached for his jacket, but it was Chansoneth who pressed him. He stayed for us, to save us. We have to leave while we still can! If they did not, D'ran would have risked everything for naught. Ani! Now! There are dragons in the sky coming for us!

The zultaniterider could no longer delay. With his flight jacket in hand, he slipped the leathers on, and grabbed a special book on the way out. Right as he left out the back door for Chansoneth's wallow and their escape, the door burst open with D'ran in a hand to hand struggle with the Walled guard.

Immediately, Aniday stepped forward to aide his bestfriend, but the bronzerider warded him off of it with a cry of desperation, "RUN!"

One of the guards lunged for Aniday, but two 'lizards descended upon the man, clawing at his face. They managed to give Aniday the window he needed to escape. With only the slightest reluctance, Aniday abandoned D'ran and his 'lizards to the mercy of the Walled guard. He bolted out the door and ran for Chansoneth, who had lowered herself down, ready to receive Aniday. He had little time to mount, and no time to strap himself in. With legs hugged tight around his lifemate's neck, Chansoneth took to the skies.

But they were not alone.

Up ahead, dragons already began to descend, diving for the fleeing zultanite. Several crossbolts hissed passed Aniday, while several more sprouted upon Chansoneth's hide. He saw the shafts protrude along her neck, her shoulders, while several more bolts speckled holes through her wingsails. She bugled out in pain just as a second wave of bolts showered upon them. Two more bolts sprout along Chansoneth's sleek neck, and third against Aniday's thigh, pulling a howl of agony from him.

It was as he wrapped fingers around the bolt that he felt a sudden rush at his throat. Hot. Suffocating. The sensation startled the man, but when he reached up, he felt nothing there.

Chansoneth!

Eyes shot to the dragon in a panic, only to find the source of the ghosting pain at his own throat. A bolt protruded from her neck, just beneath her jaw.

Go between! Jump to Atricis!

Before the third wave could rain upon them, the cold rush of between enveloped them both.

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