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As the sun rose over the mountains, Kaska paced around the alcove in a panic. She turned to Alesia who was just sitting on the ground, staring at the faint outline of footprints in the snow. “Where the hell did she go?!” she shouted, startling her. She walked out of the alcove, and looked around, thinking that she might just be near the smoldering wreckage of the Condor even while all the signs pointed against it. She stumbled toward the ship, but froze in her tracks when she saw nothing but the charred mass of twisted metal. She turned back to Alesia. “Did she say anything to you?” Alesia looked at her and shook her head slowly before turning back to the footprints. Kaska gripped her side again and looked around. “Sh-She couldn’t have gone far…right?” She limped back toward the alcove but passed by it and continued through the valley. “Wait here…” Alesia watched as Kaska limped away from her, leaving her sitting alone in the alcove. Her ears dropped and she flipped her hood up, trying to shield herself from the cold.
Kaska watched the faint prints as she moved. After a minute, she stopped and looked out over the frozen wasteland as she struggled to breathe. She dropped to her knees, taking a moment to rest and rubbed swollen tissue around her left eye. “…I-I can’t keep going…” she mumbled, forcing a breath. “I…I can’t leave Alesia alone for…too long…” She looked back toward the wreckage, and noticed Drake and Myst making their way toward it. “B-By the Gods…” She stumbled to her feet and started limping to them. “…Drake…!” They looked back at her. “…P-Please…wait…!”
Drake motioned to Myst to wait and walked over to Kaska. “You alright?” he asked, noticing the dried blood around her nose and mouth and her eye swollen shut.
She nodded and gripped her side with a wince. “Y-Yes…I believe so…” She pointed toward the Condor with a pained groan. “Alesia’s…in a small cave near the craft…” Kaska turned back to Drake. “But…Sonya’s missing again…”
Drake grabbed her arm, helping her stay on her feet when the pain in her side became to much. “What the fuck do you mean she’s missing?” he snapped, as Myst walked over, tripping over a hidden rock. “What happened?”
“I don’t know…” she answered. “She was there last night…but…when we awoke, she was gone…” She glanced at Myst when she grabbed her other arm and draped it over her shoulders. “M-My thanks…” She then turned back to Drake. “She my have gone to seek help…But I don’t know where she went…There’re no settlements out here…”
“So Sonya’s out here alone?” asked Myst.
“It seems that way…yes…” Kaska winced again. “Drake…I’m truly sorry…”
Drake shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll find her.” Then he suddenly picked her up in his arms with a groan. “How far is your friend?”
“Just across from the ship…”
As Sonya regained consciousness, she could feel a hot wind blowing down onto her. She winced as the pain set in again and let out a whimper. Nearby, there was a low, thundering, snarl and a deep rumbling voice. “Rise, child of the Exiled.” it called from above her. “There is no threat here.” She rubbed her head and suddenly the sound of claws on stone echoed out around her. Sitting up, she opened her eyes and panicked when she saw nearly a dozen Primal surrounding her. She scrambled to her feet, but fell back just as quickly. “Calm yourself, child.” On the other end of the cave she found herself in, a massive Wyvern suddenly sat up, towering over the others, and looked at her. “There is no threat here.” The Wyvern moved toward her, keeping his eyes on her. “You would be dead otherwise.” She dragged herself backwards, trying to keep her distance from him. “Your kind do not dwell within the mountains.” The Wyvern stopped, standing over Sonya as she looked up at him in terror. “Why are you here?”
Sonya tried to think of what to say. She whimpered and looked at the other Primals, seeing the hunger in their eyes. “I-…I-I just…” She looked up at the Wyvern. “…I was…trying to help m-my friends…We…w-we got captured…and crashed in the mountains…” He let out a low snarl. “…P-Please…don’t kill me…”
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