Yalgoshaw Short Story

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When Yalgoshaw is close to it’s darkest day, A great and powerful Archangel will light the way. ~Prophecy as told by Pavee Lak’Tong, ancient Wyvern Council Member War has ravaged Yalgoshaw for countless generations. Ever since the first sighting of Spectorals, the land has seen death and destruction come to it’s inhabitants. It has seen the extinction of two species thus far, and it shall witness yet another once more. If nothing is done, Yalgoshaw shall once again be thrown into a pit of darkness, with dragons leading the way. And that is what Queen Felucia of the Wyverns wishes to prevent. The Draco have been threatening to resign from her court for generations, ever since her father had taken rule over the thrown. Since then, many dragons have died for the…show more content…
They didn’t speak, continuing to fly. The narrow passage that led to freedom was in sight. But yet, Felucia had the feeling again… She thought she had lost them in the canyon. But it didn’t seem likely as a group of Draco, led by a young, black scaled Toogonlo. His underbelly was white, his piercing blue eyes glared at Felucia’s own, and his wings were tipped in silver. This was a high ranking lieutenant at a young age. The Empire was desperate enough to recruit younglings into their army; how pathetic. Her wings flapped harder, as did Gilmore’s. Wyverns typically had a lot more energy than Draco, but Felucia was already tired out. If lizards could swear, she would be sweating a waterfall. Gilmore looked as if he might collapse. Perhaps if they were to survive, they should surrender themselves. They couldn’t outfly seasoned soldiers, even if the lead was a youngling. When Felucia turned her head to speak to Gilmore, she realized that he wasn’t there anymore. She looked back, and gasped in terror as she watched the Spectoral rip off Gilmore’s wings, allowing him to plummet to the ground. It cackled coldly, flying towards the
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