The messenger was returning with a report from a agent outside the Seawing kingdom. He hurriedly moved his strong wings in the direction of the base. All the sudden he heard a woosh close behind him. He was being followed.
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Trogon was right behind the messenger,but this Skywing knew he was being followed. The Skywing turned left into a canyon of rock spires. Trogon barely dodged a spear of rock that sawed off a strap on his satchel. They were entering open space again,and Trogon was gaining on the Skywing,despite his attempts to shake him off. Trogon tackled him,and they both plummeted towards the ground.
"Point me in the direction of the base,or you die on the ground. I will survive,but you will not."
The Skywing pointed west,and Trogon shot off like a bullet.
He stopped at the entrance of a small,secluded,valley. He landed in the woods. He crouched behind a enbankment covered with the shadows of the summer afternoon.
He saw a stone open on the sides near the top, forming a fortress, almost. He saw the glint of a dragon's eye in the shadowy bunker.
Now was the time to attack.
JE LEEST
Wings of Fire : Agent
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