#hyah-draws

[hyah-lian]

I'm still working on colouring it, but it's gonna take a while lol

LU Time, Fierce, and Mask all wearing 'cool' sunglasses, suggested by @vicmillen !

It took me forever to move from step to step because the idea of Fierce wearing bright yellow flower sunnies without acknowledging them continues to make me giggle

(the flowers/grass are a brush in clipstudio thank frick im not that ready to go that ham on bgs freehand yet and it felt wrong to have them all floating in space)

((also also, I have a ko-fi right now as well. i am hopping between free requests and hopefully commissions soonish)

UPDATED to include the ALT text in image again (i dont know why it disappeared or if i just forgot my bad)

[IMG DESC:

Three iterations of the (Linked Universe version) Ocarina of Time/Majora's Mask Link are sitting together in a cleared section of ground with flowers and long grass surrounding them.

The very front Link is Mask. He sits with his knees pulled up and his elbows resting on either of Time's legs. He is adjusting a pair of aviator sunglasses with his right hand (viewer's left) and is smiling with bright, open eyes.

The Link in the middle is Time (design from Linked Universe by tumblr user jojo56830). He sits with his knees raised and legs on either side of Mask. His right elbow rests on Fierce Deity's right knee and his right hand rests on Mask's head, and his left arm rests over Fierce Deity's left knee, hand hanging loosely. He has a pair of triangular sunglasses on, and his eyes are scrunched up in a smile. He has a slight open-mouthed smile.

Fierce Deity Link sits at the very back, mostly obscured by the two smaller iterations of Link sitting between his legs. His knees are raised and Time is resting his arms on Fierce's knees. Fierce is holding his right leg slightly with his right hand, and his left hand is resting on Time's arm. His double helix blade is holstered on his back. Fierce's face is a rather neutral/stoic expression. He is wearing a small pair of children's flower sunglasses, which are obscuring his opened eyes.

END IMG DESC.]

[nullwork]

making stupid robots

[unproduciblesmackdown]

oh to be going full tilt on the Ba Ba Ba / Ba Ba Ba / Ba Ba Ba / Ba Ba Ba / Whoaaaoohhh backing in the final refrain of outlaw

[avian-hearts]

i recently had the thought about giving my dunmeshi insert another shirt with a high collar, which he'll wear under his green one, and maybe a glove,

and then i immediately realized that i'm

i'm going to make him look like Link,

[dumbbitchenergy17]

Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen: Save Who You Can Save

Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.

Word Count: 2.4K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, injuries, harsh language, tw: CHARACTER DEATH, description of intense injuries, trauma from abusive mother, description of child neglect/abuse

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Joel...save who you can save.

“Be glad I gave you the family reunion you were so desperate for,” Her finger rests on the trigger and you’re unsure why you aren’t afraid. Maybe you’ve expected death for a while, whether from something simple or by infected. To be executed by your mother in front of your father wasn’t how you thought it would go.

A loud guttural cry pieces through the night pausing your inevitable death as it grows quiet for a moment. You feel the ground rumble under your cheek like something large moving. Another familiar screech that sends fear in not just Jacksonians but Raiders alike.

“Infecte—” A man shouts but is bodyslammed by a runner who beats his face in. It’s complete chaos you see something jump over you and you watch your mother get tackled hearing the sound of gunfire and screams filling the air. Someone grabs you and you see it’s Joel shouting something at you but a high-pitched ringing from the sight of your mother being mauled. Tommy appears with a rifle shoving another weapon in Joel’s grasp as they try pulling you away and defend themselves at the same time. Your vision catches a clicker enter the stables and your mind runs clear only one through.

Lila.

You shove Joel away and he screams your name watching you disappear amongst the chaos. He would have gone after you if a clicker hadn’t rushed him forcing him to defend himself. It’s a bloodbath of either infected or humans dropping like flies. You were surprised to see the sudden resurgence of Jacksonians joining the fight to stop the raiders and infected. Rushing into the stables you hear screams and see Lila under a table out of Red’s pen her legs kicking at a clicker trying to grab her. With a roar, you jump the clicker stabbing it in the neck as it screeches before falling dead. She cries rushing into your arms and you pick her up. Her back is wet with blood and you see the dead man’s body and a smear assuming she slipped on it.

“We gotta go!” You yell rushing to Red’s pen opening it fully pulling the horse out. Placing Lila on the saddle before climbing on top holding her close to your chest. “Hyah!” Red bursts out of the stables into the chaos, a building is on fire, and gunfire from every direction as you guide Red out the main gate. Some infected try chasing after you but you fire your rifle at them mowing some of them down as you disappear into the night.

It took hours and many dead men and women to finish off the raiders and infected. The main gate was heavily damaged from the invasion and they lost many brave men and women as well as many innocents. A large pyre was built in the middle of the town to burn the bodies. Many were outraged they couldn’t bury their dead but the council couldn’t tell who was killed by raiders or by infected so they had to be certain no one was going to turn. Joel stared grimly at the flames still caked in blood and grime along with the many others, Ellie tucked in his side tears in her eyes at the many they lost. Joel catches his brother’s eyes across the pyre a conversation needing to happen.

“Ellie,” he squeezes her shoulder, drawing her attention, “Go join Maria in helping settle the children.” Many homes were destroyed or ransacked, so currently, there is a sanctuary at the church, where many of the injured are being taken care of since the clinic is way too small to house so many. Ellie nods before heading off, where Dina and Jesse join her. Tommy stands beside his brother, still in grime and blood from the night before.

“We haven’t found her b—” Tommy speaks his voice heavy.

“She’s not dead.” Joel’s words are final as he continues watching the flames. After you disappeared within the chaos he never saw you again. You and Lila left no trace besides the stables missing Red and the dead body of a raider and clicker. Your mother’s body was almost missing so they weren’t sure where she went off to which didn’t settle his nerves knowing she was seconds away from killing his daught–

“She’s alive,” Joel says glancing at his brother, “She knows how to survive, she would have lived tonight. Where would she go.” Tommy grows quiet, he knew your places here in Jackson. Where you went to be alone or avoid people he knew those hiding spots. But outside Jackson.

“She’d head back to the cabin,” Tommy says and Joel looks over at him. “Ever since we brought her here that’s the only thing she’s asked for. After that, I’m not sure where else she’d head to, knowing her most likely North to more desolate areas.”

“Then we head back to the cabin.”

You didn’t realize how close Jackson was to the cabin, it’s harder to tell directions during the winter but with it all melted into spring and life brought back you recognized familiar landmarks once covered by snow. Guiding Red out of the dense forest over the small hillside there was the cabin. The snow had long melted and the bodies that once there seemed disposed on the outside. The hole was still in the roof but you were surprised to see it standing. You expected the Raiders to have burnt it to the ground. Lila is fast asleep on your lap as you guide Red to the pond where she eagerly drinks water. Sliding off with Lila in your arms you pat Red’s coat.

“Thank you, Red.” You whisper before adjusting your grip and heading inside. The place was completely deserted as you rested Lila on the destroyed couch before checking to make sure the area was secure. Returning to Lila who was still asleep you take in her feverish complexion resting your hand on her forehead feeling how hot she was. Opening your pack finding your canteen and a rag you drench it in the cold water before placing it atop her forehead. Looking over her you freeze seeing a slight muscle spasm in her hand. You rub your eyes hoping you're just imagining it from the exhaustion but then you see it again her hand full twitch before falling limp. She seems almost lifeless in your grasp as you pull up her sleeves not seeing anything, peeling her collar back and her skin though dirty but clear, you grab one of her legs pulling up her pant legs and there’s nothing, you grab her other leg feeling your hand grow damp from blood as you pull up the cuff.

“Oh god,” You fall back covering your mouth with your arm at the sight, of her leg with a clear bite mark and the infection spreading strongly deep red and black veins protruding from it. You feel sick at just the sight of it taking in the young girl who looks peacefully sleeping but is transforming with every second. Why didn’t you check more thoroughly for the bites, you could have done more. You could have gotten her to Ellie maybe she could have turned her immune if that’s even how it works.

“Y/n…?” Lila slurs out like she is woken from a groggy nap but it was the infection taking over.

“Hey, I’m here,” You rush forward pushing back strands of sweaty hair that stick to her forehead. “We’re safe okay we got out.”

She smiles, “Did momma and daddy get out?” She asks and you grow quiet and you see the twitching in her hand before it dies down.

“Yeah, they did…but we got separated,” You feel a burning in your throat as you speak the next words, “We’re gonna go see them soon though.”

“I can’t wait to see momma and daddy!” She says happily though still weak and you smile those tears burn at the back of your eyes. You look up forcing them back before clearing your through.

“y-Yeah..me too.”

You clean Lila up when she falls asleep again her energy drained from just a simple conversation taking the time to trash your old bedroom to let out the rage and sadness inside of you. When Lila reawakes you’re sure she can see your bloodshot eyes. Taking her outside she smiles at the vast amount of fields and flowers that surround the cabin.

“So pretty,” She slurs as you sit amongst the grass as she plucks flowers. You can see it’s taking over more and more and you know keeping her like this is wrong but you can’t get the strength to do this. She holds out a flower for you as her hand violently twitches, “For you.” You smile placing it in the pocket of your flannel being careful with your rifle still slung over your shoulder not to let the strap crush it.

“Thank you, honey.” You say before looking at your pack lying beside you and on top of it the pistol. You glance back seeing the twitching only gets more frequent as you feel sick.

“Lila sweetie,” You call out to her, “You wanna see some fish?” You try to keep your tone light but you’re too choked up to fake it. She doesn’t seem to notice whether her oblivion or the one induced by the infection.

“Fishy!” You tuck the item in your waistband before coming and helping her to her feet as you two stand guiding her over to the pond. She giggles at the colorful fish swimming around and the frogs hop across the lily pads. You crouch down to her height placing a kiss on her temple and letting yourself rest there for a moment. Before you rise take a few steps back to admire her the beautiful and innocent of her ever as this deadly thing takes over something so pure. Your hands shake as you check to see the gun has a bullet in the chamber, cocking it back the noise fills the air but Lila doesn’t pay mind to it.

“li-Lila…” Your voice cracks as you call out her name and she doesn’t turn to face you, “I love you.” Your voice drifts through the wind as her waning attention is still focused on the pond.

“I love you too Y/n.” She says and tears streaming down your face as you raise the pistol to aim. Closing your eyes your finger pulls the trigger. A loud crack fills the air before the sound of a thud. Your knees hit the ground your face pressing into the dirt as you sob. Your fist bangs against the grass and dirt as you cry into the earth cursing it. For bringing you into this world, for making you find such pure thing to love, for making you be the one to end its suffering.

“Y/n..”

A slurred voice calls out and you whip your head up to see a person standing a few feet away from you. She was covered in blood and grime, her clothing ripped and tattered, but you could see the multiple bite marks that littered her from her neck down to her legs. She twitches erratically her eyes bloodshot and shifty as she moans in pain.

Your mother.

Her gaze moves from you to the body that lies behind you and she with the dwindling mind left in her as the pieces connect. She screeches rushing towards you with flaying arms and you raise your rifle firing at her legs. She hits the ground and this anger you’re not sure you’ve felt before overtakes you. Retribution for all the pain and suffering she put you through, every tear shed, every drop of blood bled, for the pain she put Jackson through, the pain she put Ellie through, for Tommy and Maria, the pain she put Lila through, the pain she put Joel through. You let it take over as you used her as your punching bag. Your rifle fires multiple shots at her arms when she tries crawling leaving her writhing and screaming in pain. You jerk the empty clip out fill a new one and hold the trigger as you spray her with bullet holes, her screams pierce the serene atmosphere, and you reload another clip. She stares up at you with tears in her eyes, with the last bit of humanity whether for mercy from your wrath or to finish her off and end her suffering. But you didn’t want her to die, you wanted her to feel exactly what you thought. You scream pressing on the trigger as she is painted in bullets, you don’t care that she isn’t moving anymore. The rifle stalls empty of bullets and you throw it to the side with a roar pulling out your handgun and shooting her in the head her skull fractures open more, and your gun jams. You scream pulling out the knife as you fall to the ground stabbing her blood and spraying it on your face pulverizing her brain matter as you sob and scream. You embed the knife deep into her coming through the other end into the ground as you fall to the side emptying your stomach. Your throat burns from the acid as you hack and cough up practically a lung as you cry. Pushing back you look at the scene you left behind your hand scrambling for the pistol. Opening the clip you see only one bullet left and your mind goes numb. Reloading the singular bullet you rise to shaky feet stumbling over to Red who paces at the event just happening. Untying the reins you let them fall from your grasp.

“Go Red,” Your voice hoarse as she doesn’t move pressing her snout against your shoulder and you shove her away, “Go away Red!” You yell smacking her rear and she rushes off and you watch her disappear over the hillside. Dragging your feet back to between the corpses of your mother and sister you let yourself fall to your knees draining it all. Pulling the crushed flower from your pocket a few petals fall as you bring it to your nose taking a deep inhale of the earth. The last good thing you can say you did. Sat and smelled the flowers before you died. Raising the pistol not even flinching at the cool metal gracing your temple your finger undoing the safety with a click. Your finger rests on the trigger looking at the small beauty left in this fucked up world.

“Y/n!”

And you pull the trigger.

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[mysteryshoptls]

R Ace Trappola - P.E. Uniform Vignette

"All that effort for nothing!"

[Sports Field]

Ace: Oh, Housewarden, you on your way back now?

Riddle: Ah, Ace. That's right, we've finished our equestrian club activities for the day.

Ace: Same here for the basketball club. Guess all our clubs just end around the same time.

Riddle: No, not necessarily. Whenever a match draws near, some clubs' practice may end up running longer.

Riddle: Then there are the instances in which the coach is too fired up.

Vargas: Hey, you all get on your feet! You can't build muscle just by sitting around on the field!!

Leona: Tch... Spelldrive club, line up. Time to get back to practicin'.

Spelldrive Club Members: Yessir!

Ace: Woah, they're still going at it… Hm? Isn't that lion-lookin' guy Savanaclaw's Housewarden?

Riddle: That's right. Leona-senpai is also the captain of the Spelldrive club.

Riddle: It's been some time since I've seen him actually actively participating in club practice, though.

Ace: Huh. So, what, you're saying that club's perfect to take it easy in? Didn't expect it to be that lax.

Riddle: You must be joking. Look at their training more carefully.

Spelldrive Club Member A: Huff, puff… Urgh, I can't run anymore…

Spelldrive Club Member B: I g-got no more magic…

Ace: Woah, looks like they're going crazy hard… Glad I didn't join.

Riddle: That reminds me, what club did you join, Ace? Based on what you're wearing, am I right in assuming you joined an athletics club?

Ace: The basketball club! Unlike the Spelldrive club, it's way chiller and relaxed.

Riddle: I see, you chose a team sport… That's rather surprising.

Riddle: From how I see you interact with others in the dorm, I had fully expected you to choose an individual sport.

Ace: You think? I'm actually doin' pretty good as an up-and-coming player on the team.

Ace: Like, for example, my shooting. I can pretty much sink a ball into the hoop without looking after a single glance.

Ace: And I'm pretty good at defense, too.

Ace: I look for where the other guy might try to cut in and steal the ball right from under his nose!

Riddle: I see. I suppose everyone has something they're capable of.

Riddle: You have high spatial awareness. I'll keep that in mind.

Ace: Why do I feel like I just got a backhanded compliment…?

Ace: Okay, but what do you mean by spatial awareness?

Riddle: Spatial awareness means you have the capability to accurately determine the relative condition and position of objects within the given area, and…

Ace: Uhhh～ …Somehow I'm getting more confused now…

Riddle: Sigh. To put it simply…

Riddle: You are able to instantly visualize a scene, including player positions and where the ball and basket are.

Riddle: Although, just because one has this ability doesn't necessarily mean that their body would be capable of keeping pace, so it most likely means that you have good reflexes, as well.

Ace: Huh, you praising me, Housewarden? …Did you eat something you shouldn't've?

Riddle: Don't be rude. Of course I would commend you for your talents.

Riddle: Of course, the main priority should be to behave as the rules dictate, however.

Riddle: As long as you participate well in your club activities, it will only serve to increase Heartslabyul's reputation as a whole. Continue your endeavors without cutting corners.

Ace: I'll do my best. Anyway, I'm kinda getting hungry, should we head back to the dorm?

Riddle: Is that the attitude you should be showing when your Housewarden is giving you advice? Well, no matter. Let us leave.

Ace: 'Kaaay.

Vargas: Alright, guys, you can call it quits after five more sets of passing the disc back and forth!

Spelldrive Club Member A: [gasp, wheeze] …W-We can finally be done… H-Hyah!

Spelldrive Club Member B: Ack! Hey, watch where you're throwing that―

Spelldrive Club Member B: AHH, LOOK OUT!!

Riddle: Hm…?

Ace: Housewarden, look out!

[SLAM!]

Ace: You okay, Housewarden?

Riddle: How were you able to catch the disk from behind you while trying to protect me like that…?

Riddle: I suppose you weren't fibbing when you said you were an up-and-coming player on the basketball team.

Ace: This ain't the time to analyze the situation all casually like that! Yowch, my hand hurts～～!!

Riddle: Of course it does, a Spelldrive disc is made of rather special ore.

Leona: Hey, where do you think you guys were throwing!? Fools!

Spelldrive Club Member A: Eek! S-Sorry, Captain!

Leona: Geez…

Leona: Oh, huh. If it isn't the red-haired brat.

Leona: Hey, you there, flunky number one. Hand over the disc.

Ace: Huuh? Is that really how you should ask for it back?

Ace: If I wasn't here, my Housewarden woulda gotten pummeled, y'know.

Leona: Yeah? Don't think Riddle woulda had any trouble using his magic to flick away a dumb little disk like that.

Leona: See ya. I ain't got time to chat around, unlike you two.

Ace: The hell was that? He pisses me off! He shoulda at least said sorry or something!

Riddle: Indeed. That was no way to speak, even if he were telling the truth.

Ace: Eh? You saying you woulda been able to avoid that?

Riddle: Well, yes, stopping something like that is well within my abilities.

Ace: Ehhh～ Then you shoulda said something. All that effort for nothing!

Riddle: You say that as if I had the time to say something so quickly… However, this did go to help prove how genuine your athletic ability is.

Riddle: Whether it is for a croquet game or an inter-dorm sports tournament… There may come a time in which you would be a great asset for our dormitory.

Riddle: When that time comes, I do hope you'll lend us your strength.

Ace: Ooh, really? I'm pretty good at ball sports, so you can count on me.

Ace: But man, I'd really rather not have any crazy hard training or anything… Heh.

Requested by Anonymous.

[time-loopy]

hyrule warriors link :] details and timelapse:

[Video description: The process of creation of this drawing, sped up to fit in 30 seconds. This shows part of the sketching, the line work, the colouring and at last the rendering. End description.]

happy marriage @hyah-through-hyrule :]

[lonksadventures]

Hyah-

Man I really need to draw Sucrose more but she’s so complicated aaaa

Ty to @/g4teway31 on Twitter for the original post for this it made me giggle 💖

[slightly-sad-sloth]

Robin Redesigns; Tim Drake!

He’s lying, he is cringe

Wow aren’t you so glad this was posted a decent length after the last one and definitely not *checks notes* two months after. And aren’t you so glad that the others will also be posted in a timely manner and I definitely haven’t committed to doing an art series for pride that will take most my time for the next month or so! Haha cause I sure am

COMMISSION OPEN

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Text ID for sketch page:

[Sketch 1 - aw little guy!!! Arrow pointing to next drawing OH he’s a little fucked up actually…]

[Sketch 2 - Jason: What do you have that I don’t? R!Tim: I’m… not… cringe…]

[Sketch 3 - (The Jokers wild Summarised) R!Tim: I have the power of Alfred and D&D on my side!]

[Sketch 4 - Hyah!]

[triforce-of-mischief]

woaaaaaah

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Sends u a warm weighted blanket and a blorbo for hugs!

waiiit how am i supposed to choose just one blorbooo *hand weakly waves from under weighted blanket*

[annaskareninas]

Chapter 16 out now

Summary: Tensions come to a head at the duel.

Snippet:

RHYSAND

The horse’s flanks were hot and heaving beneath my heels as I rode, Cassian on my tail. “Hyah!” I kicked the beast onwards, vision prickling white at the edges with anger.

Never again – never again would Tamlin Thorn hurt my family. Never again would that shit-stained son of a whore even lay a glance on the ones I love. Never again would he draw breath.

Love. The thought was almost enough to jolt me from my rage, though not quite. I loved Feyre – had loved her for a while, now. But I’d never had the courage to tell her, and now it was too late. If Tamlin killed me… No. 

He wouldn’t kill me. I would kill him, and I would relish in every second of it. One drop of blood spilled for each tear he had made my wife cry. Pain for pain, dishonour for dishonour – I would make him pay. 

“This is a shitty fucking idea, Rhys!” Cassian shouted over the roar of the wind around us.

“Go home, then!” I yelled back. “I don’t need a second, anyway. Go home!”

“Like fuck I will,” he growled, kicking his mount onwards.

London blurred around us, a haze of cobbles and silent streets. It was the witching-hour, the world dark and still, poised before dawn like the night was holding its breath. A heavy pea-souper of a fog blanketed the whole city this morning. Pity. I’d have liked to have seen the stars one more time.

For Selene, and for Feyre. I will die if I have to, but I will not go without avenging them any longer. 

[hyah-lian]

@breannasfluff suggested a RavioLi pic! I originally was trying to draw them sharing a can of chef boyardee ravioli, but it was too hard ;;;;;; and then i got rly tired so its just a sketch they sharin' spaghettiiiiii~

[plotting-your-downfall-duo]

Hyah! We’re a pair of friends with a common love for Linked Universe, and we are here for the memes.

With the Triforce of alignment charts, tumblr memes, and one communal brain cell, we’re here to talk to the void, or make you smile! Or both. Both is good.

If any passing travelers have meme templates or draw-the-squads or “which Link most resembles a teapot” thoughts, feel free to throw an ask our way! 🪃

Best of luck on your adventure! 🗺️ 🗝️

~ Mod Legend 🐰🌺

~ Mod Hyrule 🧚‍♂️💚

[linked-across-dimensions]

*AHEM*

*walks inside a room full of Links and takes a deep breath*

Hut! Hyatt! Hyah! *sounds just like kid Time (I actually do, it's scary-), then bows before just leaving with Worlds over my head*

(if you cant read my small handwritting in the first drawing it says:

Time: OK, I gotta admit, that was a pretty good impression...

Awakening: ...and it was a good distraction. They're leaving with Worlds...)

[drsteggy]

Uneasy Lies the Chosen of Farore (revised)

Chapter 6: Roads and Tracks

It is the motion on the periphery of his vision that breaks his reverie. Sam throws his head up, eyes rolling. He startles upward, trying to bolt, but is thwarted by the hobbles he still wore. Nostrils flared, Sam gives a deep snort of fear.

And then Link hears it. He must have been deep in his own head to have not noticed it crashing through the woods before. Moblins are a lot of things, but they are not stealthy. He turns his head to take the creature in, trying to decide if it was worth taking it on versus just letting it take the horse, but he still has to pack up camp and he has a long journey in front of him and it is going to be much slower going without that horse and wait was it silver?

He’s never seen a silver moblin before. Didn’t know anyone who had! He’d assumed they were just made up to keep children out of the woods. But he’s never seen one that was white with purple-black stripes. They are supposed to be a magnitude tougher than the black ones, for Hylia’s sake, and here it is, hunting his horse in front of him.

He suddenly decides he needs that horse. He yells to draw its attention away.

“HYAH!”

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[omgsquee2001]

Prologue

There are many stories of chivalry. Where the heroic knight and his daemon save the damsel in destress and her daemon. This is not one of them.

Running through the golden fields of an island, a king, his knights, and their daemons, taking the form of brave lions, raced towards a mountain in the distance. Flying above trees and rocks, the silhouette of a dragon could be seen. Looking up at hearing the flapping of wings, the king noticed the hulking form of the dragon, spotting the human riding on the dragon's back. This was no ordinary human. This was the dragon's daemon.

"Form up!" The king shouted. With the king in the front and his men moving to the sides, their daemons moving with them, they made an arrow. "Let's kill the beast and its daemon! For glory! Hyah!" The king shouted, snapping the reins of his horse. They quickly approached the mountain. The king, ready to kill the very thing that had threatened his people.

Leaving their horses outside, the king and his men slid down into the lair on ropes. Their daemons, shifting into birds, fluttered down with them, taking the shapes of lions once again. The crunching of gravel under boots and the soft growls of lions were all that was heard. The king's daemon, Leon, turned his head to the men.

"Be on guard." Leon said, growling and sticking close to his master's side. As they walked through the mountain, the air felt thick and heavy. It was almost difficult to breathe. They approached an area lit up with sunlight. The king held his hand up, telling his men to wait. As they stared at the sunny spot, there was soft crackling heard. Leon's eyes widened in shock.

The dragon, with its daemon on its back, crawled through the mountain, clinging to the pillars of stone. The sounds of swords clanging, the sound coming from a spot that held something dear to the two. Seeing what had happened, the dragon roared in anger and sadness. Through the roaring, they heard someone shouting in a language different that what they understood.

"*Nei! Hva har du gjort?!" It sounded like a woman's voice. Leon looked at the king.

"My Lord! We should leave now! While we still can!" While some might see Leon as a coward, Leon didn't particularly feel like being turned into dust for the dragon's daemon to consume. While carnivores ate the meat of other animals to survive, the carnivore's daemons fed on the dust that emanated from that animal's daemon after it died. The king looked at his daemon.

"Form the line!" The king shouted. While the king and Leon stood more towards the back, most of the knights and their daemons stood in front of the king and his daemon. Drawing swords and crossbows, aiming the crossbows at the air, they waited for the beast and its daemon. If they could get a clear shot of the beast's daemon, it would kill the dragon immediately. Both animal and daemon, and human and daemon were fiercely protective of one another. You kill the daemon, its master dies. You kill the master, the daemon dies. From within the confines of the confines of the mountain, they heard the dragon roar, and a sound, almost like a shriek. They then heard the voice again.

"*Brenne." It sounded low, almost angry and haunted. Then, flames of burning fire spewed out upon the knights. The knight's daemons started disappearing in clouds of golden dust. There was a sound, like harsh wind blowing. The dust particles started floating up towards the back of the dragon. The dragon's daemon was consuming the dust. The king and Leon stared in shock and horror at the death that was lain before them. Instead of running, the king stared at the carnegie, determined to kill the beast.

"Hold!" The king shouted. The remaining knights stood behind their kings. As they watched the sky, the dragon swooped down and picked up one of the knights. It's daemon stared in shock. It shifted into a falcon, trying to distract the beast to let its master go. With a growl, the daemon turned into dust, the dragon's daemon consuming the dust. One by one, the knights and their daemons were killed. The king looked around in defeat. Leon raced in front of the king. Though he was no match for a dragon and its daemon, Leon would defend his master till his dying breath. Realizing he had been defeated, the king stuck his sword into the ground. Ready to meet his fate. The king fell to his knees. Leon quickly raced over and stood by his master's side. As the dragon stalked closer, behind its head and wings, long billowing, fire orange hair could be seen, standing out against the shadows and the rock.

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*No! What have you done?!

*Burn

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//Here is the prologue. I really hope you like it. Let me know in the comments.//