(Adventures In Myth) Gryphons war, book 1 Gone missing, chapter 16.

CHAPTER 16 HONEY

            Honey trembled as the Dart-Tail repeated himself and said “ARE YOU READY TO COAPERAT?!” Blizzard made a trembling node. “good,” the dragon replied “NOW SPEAK!” he demanded. “We have a magic crop” Blizzard spit out, trembling as he said it. “Like what?” the Dart-Tail asked. “Magic flowers that can heal any kind of WOUND in at least two days, my tribe found it deep under ground and shared it with the other tribes…” Blizzard looked so wounded, probably because he had given such important information to the enemy. “So that’s how they do it…” the Dart-Tail breathed, then he turned around and said “bring them back to there cells” and two Mud-Claw’s unlatched the blonds and dragged them away.

            “Oh Honey!” Bark-Fur screeched, “You didn’t have to do that!” she weeped. Rain was still crying, and Rose looked more sorrowful then ever. Honey’s scrap still stung, and it added more pain when three Mud-Claw’s dragged in Three limp bodys. She gasped when they tossed a weat colored cub into their cell, and continued to drag the other two. It was Feather… Honey’s heart crumbled into a thousand pieces when she saw him, he had a big brouse on his neck.

            Feather groaned, Honey had never left his side since he was brought in. And she wasn’t ever going to leave his side, he winced and his eye’s shot open. He clutched his neck, reached for a tuft of of moss, and started digging. Honey didn’t know what he was doing but she helped him dig, he pulled out a very dirty chunk of… some kind of plant? Then he blew on it, smashed it with his claw, added the moss and smashed it some more, until there was a little bit of slime. Which he smeared on his brouse, he jumped when he saw Honey next to him, and stared. Then he twined his tail with her’s, she was hoping it was a sign of love but the other half of her mind was slowly grinding that thought, saying it was just a way of saying ‘hi.’

            For the rest of the day Honey and the other cubs spent locked in their cell. The day went by so slowly, since there was opviously no joy found when you’re a prisoner, but after what seemed to be years, it was night, she knew so because the guards were switching out positions. Honey layed her talons on the cold stone floor, rested her head on them, and fell into a deep slumber filled with dreams of torcher and despair.