Kiora’s mind, Get on!
Kiora ran past Emane, grabbing his arm. “Get on Emane, We have to go!”
Following, Emane grabbed her by the waist nearly throwing her onto Arturo’s back and jumped up behind her. Arturo had his wings spread and was heading back to the sky before the hounds had time to process what was happening.
Emane grunted. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him sliding backwards, arms flailing. Keeping a firm hand on Arturo, she reached out with her other hand, grabbing the front of his shirt and jerking him forward. He slammed into her as the hounds leapt forward snapping at Arturo’s hoofs.
Kiora looked down at the pack of hounds snarling and snapping on the ground as Arturo rose higher. Relief rushed through her and she threw her arms around Arturo’s neck. “Thank you, you saved us.” Her joy was short lived as another thread ripped through her heart. It resembled Arturo’s, only this one was dark, and cold, and one she swore she had felt before.
Tell Emane to hold on, but keep one hand on his sword, this is not over yet. ”Emane,” Kiora sat up, wrapping Arturo’s mane around her hands as she shouted back to the prince, “Arturo says to hold on, but keep one hand on your sword.”
“Why?” Emane shouted back, moving his one hand to the hilt of the sword. “We left those things on the ground.”
“Something else is coming,” she said using her shoulder to push her wet hair back out of her face.
“Marvelous,” Emane muttered.
Kiora and Emane scanned the sky. But it was Arturo who spotted the danger first. It’s Raynor, Arturo told Kiora. He sides with Dralazar.
She looked in the same direction and saw a black pegasus rocketing through the sky on a collision course with Arturo.
HOLD ON!
Kiora gripped his mane, pulling her legs in tightly to his side and leaning forward as Arturo turned and rolled to the right. Prince Emane started to slide before cinching his arm around Kiora’s waist, pulling himself tight against her.
“A little warning would have been nice,” Emane yelled into Kiora’s ears.
“I gave you warning,” she yelled back, “Arturo told you to hold on.”
Emane rolled his eyes but kept his other hand firmly on the hilt of his sword. Arturo and Raynor were flipping and rolling trying to avoid each others’ blows. Emane pulled himself even tighter to her as the turns became tighter, the rolls faster.
Kiora couldn’t help but notice how high up they were as her view alternated between the clouds and the ground. If Raynor were to injure Arturo, that fall would kill them all. This had to stop before Raynor got lucky. “Emane,” she shouted, “use your sword, next time he flies past us see if you can injure him.”
Emane nodded and pulled his sword laying it flat against Arturo’s side, attempting to hide it until the last possible second. Raynor attacked again, coming up from underneath. Arturo rolled again, missing a collision by just inches. Flying past them Raynor turned for another attack. “He’s coming right at you Emane,” she yelled, adrenaline pumping wildly through her. She could feel Emane’s heart thudding against her back as his head whipped around to find his target.
Raynor flew straight at Arturo’s side. Arturo pulled his wings in shooting down to avoid the impact. Seeing his opportunity Emane struck, his sword opening up a wound on the dark pegasus’s left side. Raynor whinnied in pain.
“You got him!” Kiora yelled spinning around to watch Raynor.
“It wasn’t very deep,” Emane shouted back. “I don’t think he’s done.”
Sure enough, Raynor positioned himself for another attack. He flew straight at Arturo’s side again. Arturo again changed directions, flying towards the ground. Raynor anticipated it this time and changed directions with him, Kiora watched in horror. Raynor was going to hit them. A flood of pictures flew through her mind. They were hurtling towards the earth, then lying on the ground, dead when
Kiora ran past Emane, grabbing his arm. “Get on Emane, We have to go!”
Following, Emane grabbed her by the waist nearly throwing her onto Arturo’s back and jumped up behind her. Arturo had his wings spread and was heading back to the sky before the hounds had time to process what was happening.
Emane grunted. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him sliding backwards, arms flailing. Keeping a firm hand on Arturo, she reached out with her other hand, grabbing the front of his shirt and jerking him forward. He slammed into her as the hounds leapt forward snapping at Arturo’s hoofs.
Kiora looked down at the pack of hounds snarling and snapping on the ground as Arturo rose higher. Relief rushed through her and she threw her arms around Arturo’s neck. “Thank you, you saved us.” Her joy was short lived as another thread ripped through her heart. It resembled Arturo’s, only this one was dark, and cold, and one she swore she had felt before.
Tell Emane to hold on, but keep one hand on his sword, this is not over yet. ”Emane,” Kiora sat up, wrapping Arturo’s mane around her hands as she shouted back to the prince, “Arturo says to hold on, but keep one hand on your sword.”
“Why?” Emane shouted back, moving his one hand to the hilt of the sword. “We left those things on the ground.”
“Something else is coming,” she said using her shoulder to push her wet hair back out of her face.
“Marvelous,” Emane muttered.
Kiora and Emane scanned the sky. But it was Arturo who spotted the danger first. It’s Raynor, Arturo told Kiora. He sides with Dralazar.
She looked in the same direction and saw a black pegasus rocketing through the sky on a collision course with Arturo.
HOLD ON!
Kiora gripped his mane, pulling her legs in tightly to his side and leaning forward as Arturo turned and rolled to the right. Prince Emane started to slide before cinching his arm around Kiora’s waist, pulling himself tight against her.
“A little warning would have been nice,” Emane yelled into Kiora’s ears.
“I gave you warning,” she yelled back, “Arturo told you to hold on.”
Emane rolled his eyes but kept his other hand firmly on the hilt of his sword. Arturo and Raynor were flipping and rolling trying to avoid each others’ blows. Emane pulled himself even tighter to her as the turns became tighter, the rolls faster.
Kiora couldn’t help but notice how high up they were as her view alternated between the clouds and the ground. If Raynor were to injure Arturo, that fall would kill them all. This had to stop before Raynor got lucky. “Emane,” she shouted, “use your sword, next time he flies past us see if you can injure him.”
Emane nodded and pulled his sword laying it flat against Arturo’s side, attempting to hide it until the last possible second. Raynor attacked again, coming up from underneath. Arturo rolled again, missing a collision by just inches. Flying past them Raynor turned for another attack. “He’s coming right at you Emane,” she yelled, adrenaline pumping wildly through her. She could feel Emane’s heart thudding against her back as his head whipped around to find his target.
Raynor flew straight at Arturo’s side. Arturo pulled his wings in shooting down to avoid the impact. Seeing his opportunity Emane struck, his sword opening up a wound on the dark pegasus’s left side. Raynor whinnied in pain.
“You got him!” Kiora yelled spinning around to watch Raynor.
“It wasn’t very deep,” Emane shouted back. “I don’t think he’s done.”
Sure enough, Raynor positioned himself for another attack. He flew straight at Arturo’s side again. Arturo again changed directions, flying towards the ground. Raynor anticipated it this time and changed directions with him, Kiora watched in horror. Raynor was going to hit them. A flood of pictures flew through her mind. They were hurtling towards the earth, then lying on the ground, dead when
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