>>6203329You approach the white wyvern, which is currently lying prone on the ground, wounded following your attack. The Dragon Axe worked as advertised, and was easily able to cut through its tough scales as though they were made of soft paper. The beast is leaking blood, and you begin to worry that the prize you fought so hard for may not make it. In a panic, you call out to the only healer available to you.
>“Alvin! Heal this wyvern! Quickly!”“What?” Alvin raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure I shouldn’t be healing you? You’ve lost a lot of blood-”
>“Hurry up!”“Fine, fine.”
Alvin begins work on the shoulder that you had cut through. The fact that the appendage was still attached to this beast was a miracle. You gently stroke the wyvern's head, and the overgrown lizard moves its one open eye to gaze towards you. Despite what you’d done to it, you can sense no hostile intent as it lies there. You always thought these things were rather ugly. Perhaps that was a method you used to cope with the fact that you were unable to ride most of its kind. However, there was something you found majestic about this one. It wasn’t a slobbering, mindless wretch like the others of its kind. As you stared into its eye, you could sense a sort of intelligence that dwarfed that of its kind. Perhaps that was only natural, given that it was capable of using magic.
You hear a wet groan behind you, signifying that Ahmose has finally passed on from his wounds. How was a bore like that able to tame a creature like this? Perhaps it was due to his strength. Ahmose had been a fearsome foe, made only stronger by his possession of a Sacred Weapon. Maybe this wyvern had been impressed by that strength. It had been sitting in Hima all this time, waiting for a worthy rider. And now that you had slain that person, would it consider you to be a worthy master?
>“I’ve decided. You belong to me now.” You climb into the saddle that had previously held Ahmose, and the wyvern offers no resistance.“Are you sure that’s wise?” Alvin asks as he continues tending to the wyvern’s shoulder.
>“He doesn’t seem to mind.” You say, scratching the lizard’s neck. Had this been an ordinary wyvern, it would buck and thrash regardless of its wounds, fearful of the magic it would sense from you. But it offered no protest. It turns its neck to look at you, and at that moment, you both seem to come to an understanding.Did this creature have a name? You’d heard no such thing from Tobias. Wyverns received their names from their riders, and up until recently he had no such person. If Ahmose had given him a name, it no longer mattered. He deserved a new name from his new master.
>A): Michalis>B): Heath>C): Cormag>D): Ashnard>E): Write-in 