King of the Wyverns

Chapter 4

Malston flew out the cave. Tricking the wyvern had been easy. Now came the hard part: leading Cleo far away from anywhere near Ares.

“You can come out now Cleo!” Malston yelled. She quickly came from her hiding spot on the other side of the hill, another cave Ares had not seen. Knowing the land so well came in handy for sure.

“Ares is gone, so let’s move somewhere else,” Malston urged. “He’s looking for you.”

“Ooooh!” Cleo squealed. “This is the most exhilarating game of hide and seek ever!”

Malston smiled. “Yeah, so let’s go. If he finds you, you’ll lose. You don’t want to lose, right?” Fooling this naïve wyvern was easier than fooling Ares.

Cleo nodded. “But where do we hide?”

Malston held back a gigantic smile. Everything is going according to his plan. “I know the perfect place. Follow me.” He flew away quickly. A gut feeling told him Ares was on his way back, so he had to work swiftly.

Cleo and Ares were too dangerous together: Cleo may not act it, but she was perceptive and intelligent while Ares was said to have unsurpassed combat skills along with top-tier schooling. They would easily find The Artifact, which was meant to be hidden. And if they found The Artifact, they would also find The Hidden Lands.

And that would mess up all of Lord Hiro’s plans.

Two Deinonychus flew through the tall grass. Their most recent hunts had been unsuccessful, but this one was bound to succeed. Their prey this time was a trike that came out of a fight with a group of dilophosaurus scratched and scarred.

Easy meal.

They hopped onto it and tore at the surprised trike, which easily succumbed to their sharp teeth and claws.

“That’s one,” said one deinonychus, a black one with specks of white scattered through his feathers.

“Thinks it’s enough?” said the other, a rare mutation. She had blue feathers and a white stripe going down her back. She was widely known throughout all of the deinonychus in Fjordur for having superior stamina and strength.

The black one nodded. “Let’s drag it over there,” he said. “We have to be careful though.”

The two Deinonychus dragged the trike to the recipient of the meal: an awaiting Carchadontasaurus. They watch it eat.

“Wonder why Lord Hiro wants this thing,” said the blue one, nodding at the carcha. “He’s paying good for it though.”

The black deinonychus lowers his voice to a whisper. “I heard he wanted it to kill something.”

“Like what?”

“A wyvern.”