Kye let Cobalt follow, holding tightly to the halter rope. his knuckles white by how hard he held it. It wasn't until they were high in the air that Kye spoke again. "I suppose now would be a little to late to say that heights are not my forte," he said with a nervous laugh.
Hunter glanced back at him. "Not the best time, no. If you're feeling sick, just tap Cobalt's left horn. He can make you feel better. He's a healing dragon. Also, close your eyes if you need."
"You know, I've never gotten sick before. Just scared out of my wits," Kye said looking up instead of down. "I will survive though."
Hunter snorted. "Good. We need you." She turned her face back to the front and guided her dragon, Magma, towards the mountains.
Kye followed on Cobalt. "It is odd though. Riding a dragon, like a horse. The last time I rode a dragon, I was hanging on a spear that was lodged through my shoulder and pinned into the dragon. However where I'm from dragons are not nice. They keep to themselves mostly until they try to impress a female. Then they come and demolish as many cities as they can in as short a time as they can."
"Here, we've managed to train dragons. Well, my best friend and I have."
"What's your best friend's name?" Kye asked looking at Hunter.
"You wouldn't know her," she muttered. In reality, he probably would. She was one of the most famous trainers and teachers and fighters in the galaxy. Only Earthlings, with their sheltered life, hadn't heard of her.
Kye nodded in understanding. He probably wouldn't, he was underground by himself more than half the time. He knew very few people. "Is that where we're going?" Kye decided to change the subject, pointing to the mountain they were headed to.
"Yeah," Hunter said, relieved that he had changed the subject. "That's where a Prophetess lives. She can tell us why you're here."
"Got it," Kye said and went quiet till they arrived.
Hunter stepped from Magma, the soles of her soft leather boots making no noise on the gravelly ground. She gestured for the dragons to stay, and beckoned for Kye to follow, holding a finger to her lips to signal quiet.
He followed her in complete silence, his steps light and silent. Not even leaving foot prints.
Hunter moved quietly down a narrow pass, silent, wary. She stepped up to the mouth of a cave and peered in before stepping inside. She walked down a stone hallway before moving into a large cavern, where a woman sat, covered in shawls.
Kye followed, keeping quiet. The woman in the shawls gave him an unsettled feeling. He didn't know why, but he didn't like this. He was in a cave, and he didn't like it. That had only happened once before, the first time he'd ever been in a cave, and that was because he didn't know how to navigate them. Now it happened a second time. In a cave, didn't like it.
Hunter bowed to the woman. "My lady," she said. "I'm here with the new quester."
Kye had never been one to bow, ever. Not even to his own king, and he wasn't going to do it here, even if it was polite. He knew that it probably wasn't smart, but he never saw himself as intelligent in the first place.
"Hunter…" the old woman wheezed. "You have a lot of nerve coming here after what happened last time."
Kye cleared his throat. "Um, excuse me," Kye stepped forward to stand next to Hunter. "But, she's only here, because I was dumped here."
The woman turned, narrowing her eyes at him. Then, her eyes widened, and she leaned away, looking frightened. "You…" she whispered. She turned to Hunter and started speaking very quickly in a strange language.
Kye noticed the scared look and narrowed his eyes. How could this woman possibly know who he is? He literally lived under a rock. Most people didn't know he existed until he came out of the ground in the middle of a town.
"Why didn't you tell me he was the one?" The old lady asked.
"Because I had no idea!" Hunter replied, exasperated. "You only said that someone would come from another world! Everyone I've brought here has been from a different world!"
"May I ask what the problem is?" Kye asked coldly. He was even more uneasy being here now.
The woman turned to him, a weak smile on her face. "Nothing." She stopped. "Sorry," she said in broken English. "I mean, nothing. There is nothing to worry about."
"You sure, cause the look you gave me just a moment ago, said otherwise," his tone dropped suspiciously. I'm gonna end up getting killed trying to save the world or something. Again, he thought to himself.