Athena came up to me after the meeting and handed me an envelope.
I looked at it for a second before emptying its contents on the table, finding various, blurry photos of a hooded figure.
A very familiar hooded figure.
"What is this?" I asked, picking one up and squinting at it.
"This is someone who's been sneaking around the camp. It may very well be our mole."
I raised an eyebrow.
"The mole? How do we know that?"
"We don't. But it's the only lead we have. And with the Eunoe so close..."
"It pays to be safe." I agreed, "I'm on it."
"So...what are we doing again?"
I sighed, handing Eversio the bow.
"We're faking a life-and-death situation. To attract a mystery hooded figure."
"Because you think that they're your guardian angel or something?"
"No, because..." I stopped myself, for the sake of secrecy, "Yeah. Sure."
I was pretty sure the photos Athena had shown me were of the same hooded figure that had saved me when I fell from the castle and when the crazy cyclops almost killed me.
What did those instances have in common?
Me. In danger.
"So what do I do?" Eversio asked, scratching his head.
I rolled my eyes.
"Attract some kind of beast. One that looks dangerous but really isn't. Stay close, just in case hoodie doesn't show and I need backup. Make sense?"
He nodded his head yes and rode off towards the horizon.
"So, now we wait?" Rocky asked, tossing his head.
"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged, "I don't really know what I'm doing."
"Yeah. But this way, I can at least tell Athena I tried. I think she might be a little paranoid about this whole business."
Rocky didn't bother answering so I assumed that he agreed.
I looked up to the sound of the earth shuddering, and felt my blood run cold.
There, towering on the horizon, was...something.
From that distance I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was growing in size.
Probably because it was getting closer. Fast.
"Rocky, what is that?"
"Can't quite tell, but I think...it's a dragon."
"And we might want to get a move on."
I didn't need any further encouragement. I picked up the reins and urged Rocky into a gallop.
I glanced back over my shoulder to see that the dragon was pounding huge wings, and had approached to within a few hundred yards.
"Where the hell is Eversio?"
"I don't see the bugger."
After a few more minutes of freaking out I heard an inhuman screech. I looked up just in time to see a huge, silver dragon flying above us.
My hair was whipping around my face because of the ridiculous gusts formed by its massive wings, and I had to squint because of the glare coming off of its glistening scales.
I barely had time to react before I felt pain blazing across my side and a vice-like grip around my waist.
I yelped as I felt myself being lifted up and off of Rocky, and tried with little success to pry open the huge claw holding me.
The ground quickly shrank away from me, and I held back the urge to barf.
I drew my sword and tried slicing at the claw, but my blows bounced off with a dull noise.
Eventually I tired and hung limply, wondering if playing dead would help.
It worked for bears, didn't it?