Vyra Drakescale's Arc

Chapter 1 of 2

Vyra dropped to her knees as the heat tore through her chest again. Purple scales rippled along her arms. She gripped the crystal staff hard, pressing its gold base into the dirt. The wyrm's blood wanted out. She wanted answers. Until she found the wyrm, the staff was all that kept her ribs from cracking open. Outside her shelter, the last surge had left its mark. A wide burst of rune-marked crystal jutted from the scorched ground, frozen mid-flare. Pink light still pulsed under the shards. Anyone passing would know something wrong lived here. A small winged figure drifted close, trailing soft jellyfish-like ribbons. The little fairy hovered near Vyra's shoulder and hummed a low, steady note. Vyra almost waved her off. Then the heat inside her began to cool, pulled thin by the sound. Vyra pressed the staff harder and breathed with the hum. The surge passed. She stood, shaking but whole. She would not burn before she reached the wyrm. She packed the staff, looked once at the broken crystal field, and started walking.