Chapter 15-1

Chapter 15: Line

Almonihah entered the valley of the Lost Sea late in the spring. He saw now, as he had not fully seen before, just how wondrous of a place it was, an untouched wilderness with a bewildering variety of life. He had to remind himself that some of those forms of life might want to eat him as he descended from the mountains into the valley. Just because he appreciated them didn't mean they couldn't be deadly.

It was the scent that first warned him of danger. Similar to his wolf friends he had spent last spring with, but somehow subtly wrong. Instantly, Almonihah was on alert, all his senses straining to find the source of danger and a place of safety.

There! A flash of movement, a soft footfall. He was being followed. He drew Zithrandrak and kept walking forward, looking for some kind of shelter in the forest. He was not equipped to fight a pack of fell-wolves. It was odd for such a pack to be here... but the half-dragon didn't have time to think about why, just how he was going to live.

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Sorry for the lateness and shortness of this post. I've been spending the last week or so getting... reacquainted with school. And my friends out here.

I'm not really happy with the title of this chapter, but I couldn't come up with a better one. Oh, well. That's why this is a rough draft.