The Obelisk

-Chapter 19-

Talons thumped on the ground as Marsh ran and ran.

His heart beat hard in his chest. He panted heavily, hearing the roaring of the predators chasing him.

But they won’t catch me. They won’t! I haven’t survived this long just to get killed by a bunch of insipid Ravagers!

He leaped over a fallen tree, hoping to slow down the Ravagers. At least five were right on his tail; the other three were falling behind.

Hah! He swerved left to smack one with his tail, then jumped passed two more.

One Ravager tried to pounce onto his back, but Marsh rolled right and kicked her in the face. “You can’t catch me!” Marsh yelled. “Stupid dogs! No one can outrun the mighty baryonyx!”

Some of the Ravagers exchanged exasperated looks to one another, but kept chasing him. Shoot. More Ravagers came from his left. The one in the lead was barking orders, trying to herd Marsh towards

another Ravager.

And then Marsh spotted a lake far ahead, and he kept running. Once he reached the edge of the water, he dove in.

A few Ravagers dove after him, but most of the others skidded to stop, growling at the sight of the water.

The lead Ravager with the missing swam up to his side, his claws outstretched. Marsh roared out a flurry of bubbles into his face, lashing out with his back legs. Blood Eddie’s through the water from the two predators.

And then the Ravager lunged forward in a cloud of bubbles and sunk his teeth into Marsh’s shoulder. He let out a roar of pain and fury.

But as the Ravager bit down, his eyes twitched and bursts of bubbles erupted from his nostrils. With a choking noise, the Ravager hightailed for the surface of the water, desperate for air.

Marsh turned the opposite direction and leaped out of the water with a snarl.

Then stopped.

“We’ll, well, we’ll,” said a voice from the trees, stomping from behind the Ravagers that surrounded Marsh. “You’re a fighter, aren’t you?”

A dark blue Wyvern with giant half ripped wings emerged from the forest, looking huge conspired to the Ravagers in front of him. He smiled down at Marsh. “This is the carnivore causing all the trouble?”

“Yes,” hissed a Ravager, baring her teeth.

“Hm. Well, before we take him in, I have a few questions for him.”

“Of course, sir.”

The Wyvern lowered his head to meet Marsh’s eyes. “Where are the five predators?”

“The Who?” Marsh asked.

“Five carnivores wandering acrossed the land,” the Wyvern said. “Have you seen them?”

“Why no,” hissed Marsh. “Of course not. I’ve been stuck in a cave for the last week, so, if these five are new, I couldn’t have.”

“Caves?” The Wyvern echoed. “What caves?”

“A cave where a stupid basilisk trapped me under some rocks!” He snarled back. “About south of here.”

The Wyvern glanced at the Ravagers, then looked back to Marsh, his eyes glinting. “A Basilisk trapped you?” He whispered.

“Y—yeah,” what does this dragon want with me? “Why? Is she important?”

“Yessss,” the Wyvern hissed. A grim smile spread acrossed his face. “It appears this Baryonyx will be useful. Bind him.”