Chapter 3: Gunda

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Krysian Yelt Point Of View

The situation we find ourselves is made clear, the Stellars surround us. Blondie, smirks, holding himself as the leader of the tyrant clan of criminals. Everyone knows of them, but few live to tell their tale. They show no mercy, no emotion.

These bandits want nothing but destruction, their hearts set on destroying the social structure from within. While I respect their cause, the bodies that have been left in the weak instill deep fear within me. One wrong move sends this idiot and I to the grave. They hold the upper hand right now, their dragon communication top notch, even the way they shift between each other in sync. The only way out is down, but none of us could survive that drop and pull up in time. The perfect height to trap a dragon.

"Hello rider, I'm Krys, and this is my mount Frenasia." I slide my hand over the hilt of my sword turning to my partner. He nods at me, the blonde turning to give him focus.

"They call me Pry. Both Krys and I would like to enter the market. We're in search of some odds and ends."

The man raises his brow laughing lightly, "I am Srogray leader of the Stellars this is my mount Turnant, but I assume you already know who we are. We find our reputation precedes us." I watch him scratch his jaw, sword he unsheathed dangling from his hand, "What is it you wish to find? I tend to like oddities, especially ones with blue hair."

My mouth opens before my thoughts are fully formed, my first mistake in this game, "Up for a deal, Srogray? I hear that your group likes stuff like that."

His dragon shifts his plate closer to me, him standing beneath my left foot. He waves his hand, the beat of Asia's wing sending his hair flying in all directions. Purple eyes meet mine, a confidence swirling behind them. I un-mount Frenasia jumping onto the plate. My hips shake at the new movement, the plate staying completely still. Very impressive indeed. Srogray lifts his hand, running the knuckle from my cheek to my collar bone his face one of appreciation. My sword stays sheathed, his hanging between us, a subtle threat.

"Mm. Such beauty" He looks down to my mark seeing it covered, "Sugar spice, I think I know just what you can do for me. You seem to have your mark covered, power move I must say, however my people are always looking for their woman, me included. My offer is for you to display your mark to my men, and if you are mated, stay with us. If not you will be free to leave, alive, and so will your blue-eyed acquaintance." He runs his hand lightly over the binding with the butt of his sword, the sharp blade barley hovering above the inner part of my leg, "Do you accept our terms?"

Srogray takes a step back, letting me breath as we stand in the middle of the sky. Clouds move around us, taking over some of the space, but nothing that could be used against them in this situation. They live in the air, someone as unexperienced as me wouldn't make it ten minutes.

I lay my hand against my mark, my heart beating out of my chest. Of everything to ask of me he chose the one thing that I hold dear to my heart. While I could be overreacting, over dramatic about the significance of this little mark, what ifthey have a match? Do I turn away from the life I was just gifted, the chance that was given to me? Fate always brings mates together, what if this is her sick way of me finding mine. My chances are higher if I show all of them, each one of them having their own to compare against mine. I swallow looking around at the men, a single woman on one dragon, none are appealing to me. However, Srogray with his blonde hair and purple eyes has certainly peeked my interested, a handsome man with a devilish smile, "I'll agree to show you and you alone, Srogray."

Srogray appears amazed that I changed his conditions -that I changed his deal- however after setting his jaw, he nods once. While I don't understand it, something in me trust this criminal. I'll never admit to another, or whisper it to myself, but Srogray's touch was welcomed, a nice warmth that spread over my skin. The chance...

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