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Malaya and Myst
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Date Posted: 15:22:35 05/03/02 Fri
A silver shape slowly, almost lazily, circles the mountain, a fat deer clutched in its talons. Suddenly the broad wings followed, and the dragon plummeted from the sky. When it appeared the creature would suffer a painful death on the sharp rocks that littered the mountainside, the dragon snapped open its large pinions, and succeeds in slowly its descent until it was hovering mere yards away from the wickedly pointed boulders. After dropping the doe, the dragon neatly backwings and lands on one of the larger rocks, still except for her craning neck and searching for something. That something reveals itself to be a young woman of about seventeen running across the treacherous terrain with the ease of long practice. A grin suffuses her tanned face, and long auburn curls stream out behind her. "Malaya! You're back! I was wondering when you'd come." Her glad cry carried all the way to the dragon, and while Malaya remained unsmiling, but her feline lavender eyes betrayed that she was equally glad to be back on the mountain. Suddenly the girl slipped and slid out of sight behind one of the boulders, but she popped back up, looking none the worse for wear, although there was another tear in her already tattered breaches, and her shirt was more grubby than before, if possible. She began to move forward at a more cautious pace now, though, but caution was thrown to the wind when she saw the deer lying at Malaya’s paws. “ Aya! It’s wonderful! The last one ran out earlier today.” Her tone changed from praising to appealing. “Aya, if you would be so kind, could you take this to our cave, and then take me to the Castle? I need new clothes.” A rueful grin spread across her face as she glanced at her threadbare attire. “Please?” After a bit of good-natured grumbling, the dragon agreed to the girl’s requests, and wrapped her talons around the deer once more. The girl begins the uphill trek, wishing she, too, had wings.
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While Malaya waited, she idly wondered about the true identity of her mysterious human companion. The girl had come to the Mountain, unable-or unwilling- to tell anything about her past. The lonely dragon had instantly accepted company, no matter how vague and mysterious they were. The girl had had no name, or refused to tell it, but Malaya quickly came up with something that suited the human very well: Mystery, or Myst for short. The two were contented to grow up in each other’s company, and both were now young adults. The dragon’s thoughts were interrupted then by Myst calling for Malaya, and the dragon turned to answer the summons.
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Hours later, the girl emerged from a cave, wrapped in the only cloak she possessed. The hood was drawn over her betrayingly bright curls, and dirt smudged her pale face. Even her gait had changed, for her headlong sprint had been exchanged for a slow stalking walk. Malaya snorted, sending up a puff of dust, and raised her head from where it lay on her paws. -I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: You look ridiculous like that, Myst. - The girl ruined her mysterious demeanor by grinning broadly as she swung herself up onto the dragon’s back with the ease of long practice. “You’re just jealous, Aya.” The dragon did not dignify that with an answer as she pumped her wings, lifting into the air. The pair disappeared into the night, headed for the Tor.
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