The Obelisk

-Chapter 8- I think

The storm was immense.

Two dark shapes stood on the cliffs edge, staring out a the land beyond.

And these creatures were not Forest and Spark.

“What are we doing here?” The smaller shape hissed. Rain pelted down on her scales, sliding down her snout and eyes. She blinked away raindrops, trying to see the ginormous creature next to her.

“We wait,” the second said. He looked down his long snout at her, flicked his wings back. “I hope you’re patient, Ripper.”

“I am! I am,” she turned her head to look back down the the trees below them. “Wait for what?”

“For the five to meet up.”

“What does that mean?”

“Shut up if you want your prize,” the dragon snarled. “We will WAIT. Understood?”

Ripper growled deep in her throat. “Yes.”

“Good,” the Dragon said, lashing his giant tail. His pupils narrowed to slits as he regarded the land in sight. “Don’t fail me, Ripper. You know I don’t like to disappointed.”

“Of course, sir.” Ripper said. She wrung her front talon together, thinking. “How will I know where to find them?”

“That’s another reason we wait.” He said. “If we can’t find the basilisk, we don’t have any hints for who we’re looking for.” He hissed, long and loud. “So we wait for news to spread. And peculiar carnivores wandering the island along side each other.”

“Ahh,” She hissed, scratching her rain-soaked neck. “I see. So we will wait.”

She smiled. “Then we’ll see who really wins this coming war.”