~The Hatching Journey~ [PR]

“Don’t stop, don’t stop” she mumbled while taking deep breaths, in and out. Aimons scent was a welcomed change, and her grip around his mane was firm. She focused on herself so much that she didn’t hear Thélowêns voice until the very last second. Rhaenys opened her eyes and sat up straight again.
“You’re afraid we’ll beat you?” she said and put on a fake smile. Aimon pushed himself forward to catch up with the warg. It was a hard task, but Aimon never gave up. Rhaenys felt the wind in her face and noticed how her hands was shaking. She grabbed the reins harder to make them stop. She muttered something to herself in a different language, mostly to keep Thélowên from understand what she said. She didn’t like keeping her problems from her friend, especially not since they were partners on this journey now. Rhaenys just didn’t see the point of bothering her friend with it since it always went away in the end.

“It’ll be great to taste your cooking!” Rhaenys yelled back. The next couple of hours became a competition for her, even though she felt from the beginning that they were going to lose. Thélowên had a warg, after all. Rhaenys was completely focused on the road ahead of them, and to get to the camping site. Aimons legs were working endlessly, and they pounded through the forest, breaking twigs along the way. After a while, Rhaenys troubles were forgotten for a while, and she only felt the wind and the motion of her horse beneath her.

Later, Rhaenys started to see signs that they soon would be wherever their first stop was. When she finally saw Thélowên and Voron standing still, she pulled Aimon to a halt. Of course Voron had gotten there first, but it didn’t matter, really. She smiled, and laughed.
“I’ll show you when she’s born” she said and patted the bag with the egg. As she relaxed, she now felt that she had been on Aimons back for a long time.
“It’ll be good to eat” she said and heard her stomach cry for food. She looked at Voron and then on Thélowên.
“It’s incredible how fast he is” she said and smiled.

Rhaenys nodded as she dismounted Aimon. She took off his bridle, and the saddle bags. Aimon snorted, and Rhaenys stroked his neck.
“Don’t go too far” she said as Aimon started to walk away. It wasn’t uncommon for Aimon to wander away, but he was always by Rhaenys side in a second if she needed him. She turned to Thélowên, who gave her some bread and fruit.
“Thank you” she said and noticed that her hands had stopped trembling. She put a piece of the bread in her mouth and chewed slowly. She sat down and put the bag with the egg infront of her.
“We managed to survive the first stage of the journey” she said with a smile, as she swallowed the food.

Rhaenys looked at the golden plains. Her body, but mostly her head, ached, mainly because of the incident before. She took another bite of the food and turned to Thélowên.
“No, you haven’t, actually” she said with a soft smile. She knew that Thélowên had travelled a lot, but she had never told her about it. Rhaenys hadn’t travelled much, at least not before the prophecy about her future had been revealed. She looked at the plains again.
“I’d like to hear some stories” she said with a smile. She enjoyed listening to Thélowên, especially when she told a story, as the one about her and Voron meeting for the first time.

Rhaenys listened to Thélowêns words. They made her sad. She didn’t like being the one people risked their life, or even died, for. She knew it was necessary however, since she was the only one who could make the egg hatch. As long as she was alive and at Mount Doom, the egg would hatch. The enemies knew this, but it didn’t stop them. As Rydor had put it; she only needed to be alive, not conscious or whole, to make the egg hatch. It scared her. She turned to her friend.
“I couldn’t have hoped for a better partner during this journey” she said with a smile. It was true, the best odds for her to arrive safely to Mount Doom was together with Thélowên. Rhaenys could take care of herself, but even better with Thélowên there beside her. Unfortunately, she couldn’t say the words back to her. Rhaenys would gladly die to save Thélowên. But if she did, it meant the death of the last dragon in the world and Thélowên would have failed her mission. Rhaenys wished with all her heart that they wouldn’t end up in such situation.
“You know I can’t say it back, even though I wished I could” she said and met the brown eyes of her friend. Rhaenys just wanted to make sure that if the roles were reversed, she would easily have laid down her life for her friend.