Bolt was freezing.
He woke to the cold and the utter lack of light.
He was moving, something was carrying him, and humming
tunelessly.
Freddie!
Was the boy ok? Did he get hurt? Was Chester alright?
Why was...?
"Blue." Bolt whispered in the Dark, and the being
carrying him paused.
"Little brother." The dragon crooned, he had
always been bigger than Bolt, but now he seemed massive.
"Why?" Bolt asked, struggling in his grip.
The dragon hugged him tight, the chill numbing Bolt down to
the stuffing. Claws combed their way through soft fur.
"So alone... alone in the dark." Blue whispered
into his ear.
"Blue..."
The dragon started moving again, Bolt feeling like a sack of
potatoes.
He couldn't see. What would be the point of escaping if he
couldn't see?
The dark didn't seem to bother Blue, he walked with surety,
his path carefully chosen.
There was things moving out in the dark.
Bolt listened, and shivered, and wished for just a sliver of
light.
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