Foggy: Guardian Of The End

Chapter 12.

The place was s a grave in hell, dragons piercing high pitched sounds was horrifying. The place was dark and smoke filled the whole area, to see beyond three paces was a journey to behold. The piercing horror sounds sent shivers down my spine, Kyar was behind me, girding the belts around the dragon, she was not very amused or fazed, she was very concentrated on the girding. Fearful me was looking around, just in a spot, to move wasn't an option, the place was a strange hell, I imagined what the inside would look like. A horror. I couldn't see through the thick mist, the fog was touchable the mist slides through my fingers as I waved it through. Kyar was done with girding the stuffs to the dragon.

"Farewell." The dragon spoke. I heard, but wasn't sure what and where it came from, the reverberating ghostly voice echoed in my ear, cold overtook my bloodstream and my hairs stood in strands.

I was a boxer not a fucking warrior of death, I thought as I still froze. "Bye Dragon." From behind, Kyar spoke to the dragon. I was a little relieved from the voice and turned back to look at her, giving a slight nod to the dragons 5 feet wide head. She rubbed her hand on the rugged, cracked-like skin. The dragon withdrew its head and flapped it's wing, producing a gush of wind, more than a helicopter would. The mists parted, making a wide visible part. The dragon flapped the wings more, rose from the ground and took off. In few seconds it was already gone in the dark clouds and smokes.

Kyar stood still, watching the dragon go. After that she turned around, adjusted her belt, which clung her swords to her body. Her human form was more beautiful than the banshee form, with stripes. She looked around and as I tried to lean against the only good looking tree, with smooth bark and endless height.

"STOP!" Kyar shouted from behind, but it was too late, I already supported my stand with the help of the tree, pushing myself backwards as I almost leaned against the tree. "Oh" I moaned as I turned to her, with a very heavy disgust. I was stressed from the ride, on a back of a dragon, and leaning against the tree to have a rest, was the best thing I could think of, stopping me, got me afraid and angered.

"Why!" I exclaimed and clenched my teeth, fastened my fist and looked angrily at her. She smiled and scoffed. Though she was damn serious, the latter revealed. She still looked at me, like a low like clown, she laughed and made every possible joke out of my state, to laugh hard at me, she bent forward and staggered backwards, as she laughed more annoying and hysterical. She finally gave it a pause and brought out a mirror from her pouch. As she handed it over to me, looking at the reflection, I gaped, the reflection want me, before I could utter any questions, Kyar had turned to her Banshee form, and resumed laughing at me, but less hysterical. She covered her mouth at first, but didn't help lessen the laugh. My question was still left unanswered. "WHY!" Again I asked, but in a rumbling tone.

"You know how you look like right? You have less than a moonset to live. You can decide where to die. The first realm, with other adventurers or just whistle your dragon over, to die at home." She said without any remorse, she talked like she wanted me dead. But she had behaved like a chameleon since, sometimes shower me love and sometimes just like now, making a evil taunting. If I'm going to die, why would she laugh. I baffled.

"B..but how can it stop, the pox on my face wasn't there earlier." I asked, with nervousness and fear. My face had three poxes and they were purplish.

"Change to your normal form, and don't touch anything else, not every beauty sre to gaze upon.". She said and unsheathed one of her dagger. She threw it in the midst of the thick smoke and mist. Immediately, a high screeching came from the far end. The dagger had of certainty killed something, a monster maybe.

I closed my eyes and tried, forcefully to change, a tap in the brain woke me up.

What was that for? I thought.

Before the thought ended, a harder knock, landed on my head. I got very angry and turned back to express my anger to Kyar, who had gotten to my neck, a hard punch dropped on my cheek, it felt like a huge metal, Kyar got me so angry that in a twinkle of an eye, I gained the lost balance, huge again, in my ogre form.

"WAIT!" She shouted, raising her two hands to my chest, the anger in me rose to flinging her backwards with a hit. She stood right and shouted me to wait again. I did the second time. "Now take a look at yourself" she paused as I took a thorough look at my body, which was transformed into the huge ugly ogre. "Hmnfrr" I sneered. "I just knew, getting you angry will make the normality in you, so I had to do that. Now, we should get going and you make sure you touch only the recommended things here." She adjusted her belt once more and jumped forward, she was shorter and I watched from above her head, as she walked pass me to the dark.

The night was cold, the thick, touchable mist was sending shivers through my skin, but much more lesser than the human form. The dragons cry were still making ways to the ears and the hollow moaning of the wind, wouldn't stop either, unseen creatures were obviously moving through the mists, as the mist change form in swift manner, from a stone throw distance.

The more we walked in, the more horror it got. Looking around, scouting for details from the hell, I tripped over something, falling flat to the floor, my face were staring at the dried up head of an old woman, she was ever smiling, her eyes were far deep to the skull, and dried bones were all around her, except for the other two dried beings, that were resting on the tree that was near the roadside.

"FUCK!" I exclaimed loudly, in a flash, Kyar came back, squeezing my furs from behind and covering my big fat mouth.

"You just summoned the keepers." She said.