Chapter 27 Moyrie
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Moyrie
Is this real? Or did I drown back in the water under the cage?
I’ve likely drowned because this sight is nothing I’ve seen before.
Then again, she is the Seraph. Taming snakes is one thing, but taming a kraken is beyond my understanding—especially a kraken from legends past. A beast we were told was gone.
She did somehow tame Saff, I remind myself.
Dove’s small body, with her thin, white garments still covering her breasts and lower half, is draped haphazardly over a thick kraken tentacle as it slumbers, submerged in a shallow rock pool on an island?
It’s dark in this new cave we’ve been dragged into, a bit smaller than the last one we were caged in.
There’s a shimmering around the rocks above.
Water encases us from all sides. My only guess is that this must be the kraken’s nest.
Osear, have mercy.
Neither of us can swim. It’s a surprise we didn’t drown.
I suspect the tentacled beast brought us here.
The kraken’s body moves up and down in shallow breaths, Dove’s body following suit.
Relief washes over me. I didn’t want to be the one to tell the wolf she was dead.
He would rip me in two. And I like her. She’s hard-headed and strong.
I like the idea of us being allies beyond this mission.
I see the catalyst for change within her, the exact makings of a Seraph.
Scooting closer, holding a small outcropping of rocks, I glide my smooth-scaled feet towards the human.
“Dove.” My whisper is a hiss. I try to wake her without stirring the large creature seemingly claiming her.
“Mmmm,” she hums before a racking cough makes its way up her throat. I go to cover her mouth with my hand.
It’s too late.
A tentacle squeezes tighter around her. Dove’s eyes pop open, and she hacks up the whole ocean, a stream of water coming out.
I go still, crouching before her, very aware the real threat has her body in a vice grip, large suckers securing themselves to her exposed skin.
“Dove?” I question.
Flickering eyelids gradually open, only to flutter closed again.
I sigh, looking past Dove towards the body of the kraken, shaped like a circular blob of dough with eight snakes hanging off it. The imagery almost makes me want to laugh until I find two shining white eyes staring back at me. It doesn’t touch me. However, I do perceive a silent understanding.
Don’t hurt me, and I won’t hurt you.
“Fine,” I mumble, sitting next to Dove and the kraken. I succumb to my new fate.
As long as it doesn’t try to kill us, I’m willing to accept a truce. I can admit when I’m not the strongest one in the room.