A Dragoneer's Crusade

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The winds were brutal as Scott and Drostan's search team littered the site.

Firmly clasping the coat close to his face, the zephyr currents continued to try and steal the last remnants of warmth away from him.

Galvus and Luina were among the search teams that were subdivided into two. The team Galvus joined involved scaling through the sides of the mountains, while Luina's were airborne as they used binoculars to serve as the climber's eye in the skies.

“Don't worry,” Drostan clapped a gloved hand on his student's shoulder, snapping him out of his reverie, “like I said, we'll find him,”

“It would be faster if I helped--”

“Scott,” Drostan interrupted with a stern voice, “we already discussed this,"

Before Scott could retaliate, the sound of a horn bellowed nearby comanding almost everyone airborne to fly towards the source.

Drostan's eyes lit up, a fat hopeful smile now plastered his face.

“They found him?” Scott asked anxiously, feeling his chest flutter in a curious mix of emotions that elicited an uncomfortable layer of sweat against his frigid skin.

Drostan laughed in relief, breaking out ito a sprint as he summoned his dragon. He and everyone else in the search team left Scott stranded on the snow flooded cliff.

“Guys?” Scott cleared his voice after it broke a little, “guys, don't forget about me!”

He watched the harsh winds bring about heavy sheets of snow that obscured his line of vision. The temperature dropped several degrees more as he felt the cold bite into his skin. He shuddered, forcing his supposedly warm breath to warm his hands as he chaffed them.

“Guys, its getting a bit cold here--”

“Help!”

Scott whipped his head back.

What he saw at first didn't seem to make any sense. It seemed like an orange bush with pale twigs. And then it moved, the said twigs that dug into the snow shot forward revealing one pale arm. Scott's stomach dropped to his feet the more he tried to understand what was going on.

“Save me, my Lord!”

“You're…” Scott began, failing to complete words that formed and crumbled in his mouth over and over.

The Melladorian whimpered breathlessly as he continued slipping further. The snow made it even harder for him as Scott could only imagine how numb his bare hands had gone.

What was he still doing there standing?

Without another word, he propelled as much strength as he could to dive towards him. He mildly panicked when his legs felt like dead weight against his will. He glanced down and saw how he was waist deep he already was into the snow. The storm was getting worse.

“Hang in there!” Scott cried over the roaring winds.

Bracing himself, he lunged forward so that he pulled himself out of the snow and began fighting the winds that went against him.

“I'm slipping!” his friend was now panicking.

“Don't let go!” Scott cried voraciously as he can already see his friend's hand at an arm's length away. He pushed himself harder and harder, utilizing as much of his strength as he continued to battle the brewing storm until his lungs burned from the exertion and so did his muscles. Everything began protesting against his will but he only needed a few inches more so he could grab his wrist.