Toxic Tales: Prologue

It was a cool winter night as Boreas began his flight. He had been sent by the ice wyvern council to offer a peace treaty to the poison wyvern Queen, who had declared war on the ice wyverns a decade ago. He grew more and more anxious as he got closer to the poison wyvern territory, he continued to tell himself how it's rare for messengers to be captured but, the poison wyverns aren't known for their mercy and fair treatment. He saw something large move in the forest below, making him more nervous. The stories he'd heard back in the West were some of the most terrifying things he could even imagine.

Boreas saw a large silhouette fly out of the forest below and heard the beating of wings. Another wyvern dived down, nearly hitting him out of the air. The first wyvern shot a ball of poisonous gas at him, nearly hitting his wing. The second wyvern flew directly above him before shooting more poison, this time hitting Boreas's right wing. He fell to the ground as the wyverns dived after him, waiting until he hit the ground before picking him up with their talons and carrying him towards the cavern the poison wyverns lived in.

Once they arrived the wyverns gave him to a large group of guards, who began to interrogate him.

"Who sent you?" a guard asked.

"I was sent to offer the Queen a treaty" Boreas replied.

The guards talked amongst themselves before one left to report to the Queen. In the meantime, Boreas was dragged to a small, dark cell. What felt like years went by, then he was dragged out of the cell. Once he was out a guard told him how the Queen would decide his fate and that he should hope for a quick, painless death.

Once in the Queen's chamber, she questioned,

"What makes you think that I want peace?"

Boreas quietly said, "The war hasn't made life better for any of us, so why continue it."

She scoffed before saying, "It might make you ice wyverns miserable but, the poison wyverns have been doing better than ever, so why would I stop the source of my success?"

Before Boreas could respond she gave the guards a curt nod. The guards began to drag him out of the room while he thrashed around in a feeble attempt to escape. After a while he stopped thrashing and noticed that he wasn't going down the same passage. It got darker and darker as he was dragged, before reaching a wide chamber. The guards put a large chain around his snout and threw him into a pit in the center. He heard the scuttle of hundreds of legs as an army of araneos, arthroplureas, and pulmonoscorpius charged forward. He thrashed desperately as the viciously attacked him, biting at his wings, legs, and side. After a while he stopped thrashing out of exhaustion. He closed his eyes, imagining that he was flying through the mountains he was born in, even though he knew that this pit was the last place he would ever see.

I've wanted to write this for a while now and have ideas for future chapters, so if quite a few people want me to continue this story I would gladly continue.

Thanks for reading!

- Sol