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[wyverns]

[The feed clicks on and the first thing visible is hay strewn about on the ground- upon closer inspection, the hay is spattered with blood.

After the Scroll is set down to start recording, a fucking dragon comes into view- small enough to fit in the stables, apparently, but her wings are folded down and she's curled up tight. Around her are three of the knights of Highcrest, currently on the ground and moaning in pain- two are bleeding openly, the third is completely passed out.

And amongst it all is a man with pitch-black riding armor and a mask that covers half of his face. The axe in his hand is large, stained with blood, and Gerome hefts it to his shoulder for added effect.]

If anyone else so much as thinks of touching my wyvern-

[The lizard lifts her head slightly, slitted eyes staring curiously into the camera from over Gerome's other shoulder. The rider kicks at one of the knights with an armored boot and the man groans out in pain.]

-then next time, I won't hold back.

[He reaches forward and shuts off the feed.]

Comments

[wyverns]

...interesting. Our worlds must be very different, then.

[He nods.]

Are you winning the war?

[coalforbreakfast]

I'd say.

[He hesitates for a moment.]

It's.. hard to say really. The fighting's only just started up again.

[wyverns]

Interesting. I can see where that would be stressful.

[He frowns.]

Are you to fight?

[coalforbreakfast]

[There's a long moment where he debates what to say next.]

Yeah, I am. I don't have a choice.

[wyverns]

Many of us don't.

[Another pause. He's going to hate himself for asking this, but...]

-do you know how?

[coalforbreakfast]

[There's a long stretch of silence before Duncan finally speak.]

Yeah, sort of. The fighting comes naturally to me.

[And trust him, he wish it didn't.]

[wyverns]

Then you are blessed with this skill. Many people have to train countless hours until it feels natural.

[coalforbreakfast]

..It's more of a curse than a gift.

[wyverns]

And why is that? People who are not skilled in battle often die in one.

[coalforbreakfast]

Cause it makes me a target for the Kaiju and my temper gets me in trouble in school.

[wyverns]

...a war is occurring and you're going to school?

[coalforbreakfast]

You try telling my mom no. It doesn't work

[wyverns]

...at least your mother hasn't been taken by the war.

[coalforbreakfast]

Dad wouldn't let any of the other Kaiju touch her. Besides, mom's kind of the reason the fighting stopped for as long as it did.

[wyverns]

Understandable. Why was she so important?

[coalforbreakfast]

She kinda stopped the fighting by marrying my dad.

[wyverns]

...alright.

[He won't pry any further.]

I hope you endure the war, at any rate.

[coalforbreakfast]

I'll try the best I can. So far so good. I just hope my luck holds out.