Wings of Terror by Richard Fierce

Author:Richard Fierce
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragonfire Press

8

The Necra Desert was just as I remembered.

Scorching, lifeless, and endless rolling hills of sand. Looking back, it was a wonder that any of Rory’s crew had survived the place after I’d left. This was where Sion and I had found each other, where our bonding had happened. It seemed so long ago, years even, yet it had only been months.

We’d spent the entire previous day searching the desert for the location on the map, but we’d had little luck. Maren and I spent the night beside Sion, cuddling for warmth against the cold that darkness brought. We got up early and hit the sky, spending the last few hours looking for something other than sand.

“This is pointless!” Maren yelled from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder at her. Her face was flushed red and she was sweating. I had noticed that her fiery temperament was worst when she was either hungry or tired. Judging by the look on her face, I guessed she was both.

Find a spot to land, I told Sion. We need to take a break.

I thought you’d never ask, Sion replied. She swooped down and gradually descended until she landed gently atop one of the many dunes. It was nearly midday and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, which made flying around under the sun miserable. I could understand Maren’s discomfort, but it seemed to be taking a harder toll on her.

Maren retrieved a canteen from her bag and drank deeply, then sat down in the sand. I sat beside her and flinched as the heat from the sand penetrated my clothes. This had to be the most terrible place in existence. Well, aside from the Island of Lost Souls.

“I don’t think we’re going to find anything,” Maren groaned. “We’ve lost time and now who knows where Demris is or what he’s done.”

I let her vent and didn’t say anything.

How are you doing? I asked Sion. She was able to go longer without water than humans, but she still needed to stay hydrated.

I’m fine for now, but my wings grow weary of flying.

I pulled the map out from my bag and unfolded it. Based on the few landmarks we’d encountered, I knew we were in the general area of where we should be looking.

“Maybe the wind has covered the place with sand,” I said.

“And maybe it doesn’t even exist. Maybe the monks were liars on top of being dragon killers.”

I smiled at Maren’s snappy reply, but I was growing frustrated as well. My logic in coming to the desert first was that I assumed it would be the hardest place to find any clues, and I’d been correct. That did little to bolster my flagging morale, though. Despite all that, I was trying to keep a positive attitude, but Maren was quickly making that difficult.

Sion perked her head up and tilted it to the side.

Do you hear anything? I asked her.

No, but I feel something. There’s magic pulsing, but it’s faint.

Where?

Sion closed her eyes and was silent for a long moment.

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