This is a disjointed mess of a memory set immediately after this! It comes in flashes — ploughing into the ground at terminal velocity; flickering flames around you; darkness; pain; struggling to stand; collapsing; darkness; your head — your everything — seeming to spin, nausea clawing up your throat, your ears ringing, ringing, ringing; weakness like a cold heavy blanket crushing you to the ground …
A touch, tentative, barely brushing your wing.
you're in the arena, down but not out, pain doesn't matter nothing matters you're going to live, you're going to live, you're going to live
"-nya-"
You're —
… Pinning a familiar kid by his throat.. Seeing yourself reflected in wide green eyes. He says your name again, quiet, tight — Unisonya — and you wrench yourself away, stumbling, wavering, half collapsing, and you snarl a wordless warning when he picks himself up in your periphery.
It's hard to focus on him. It's hard to hear him. He keeps his distance, keeps his hands where you can see them. You want to laugh, because he has no idea …
He wants you to follow him, so he can help. You think that's what he's saying, anyway. You summon what little power you can and shrink yourself down to the size of a great dane — less conspicuous than a dragon the size of a horse, more than big enough to be a threat if you need to be — and —
Oh.
You passed out again.
You find your feet. Again. Snarl, again, when you think he might get too close, but when he backs off you force yourself to follow, one paw in front of the other, across the playing field you crash-landed in and to a ??? hidden bedroom ??? accessed through the school gym's storage room. There are secret panels and codes but you're too out of it to focus like you should, and before long you find yourself fading again.
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A touch, tentative, barely brushing your wing.
"-nya-"
You're —
… Pinning a familiar kid by his throat.. Seeing yourself reflected in wide green eyes. He says your name again, quiet, tight — Unisonya — and you wrench yourself away, stumbling, wavering, half collapsing, and you snarl a wordless warning when he picks himself up in your periphery.
It's hard to focus on him. It's hard to hear him. He keeps his distance, keeps his hands where you can see them. You want to laugh, because he has no idea …
He wants you to follow him, so he can help. You think that's what he's saying, anyway. You summon what little power you can and shrink yourself down to the size of a great dane — less conspicuous than a dragon the size of a horse, more than big enough to be a threat if you need to be — and —
Oh.
You passed out again.
You find your feet. Again. Snarl, again, when you think he might get too close, but when he backs off you force yourself to follow, one paw in front of the other, across the playing field you crash-landed in and to a ??? hidden bedroom ??? accessed through the school gym's storage room. There are secret panels and codes but you're too out of it to focus like you should, and before long you find yourself fading again.