Birth Of A Name

*Ziut!*

*Screech!*

In a storm-filled sky, amongst the many floating islands of the blue dragon's domain, a human figure was bouncing off the small land masses. After each contact with a piece of floating island, another buzzing sound would echo, followed by a roaring screech.

This was Galtion, who had finally reached his maximum speed and the top of the sky stairs, atop which the dragon and cloud of dark mist were still in chase for each other. With every pass Galtion made through the mist, he saw it slow down.

But it was always a temporary thing, as it went back to full speed soon after. This only ensured the blue dragon didn't get caught.

For now.

But Galtion couldn't run and attack like this forever.

Already, his forehead dribbled with sweat under his full-face helmet, and his body felt like it was made of lead. He was quickly reaching his limit.

"This isn't working!" he shouted for the dragon to hear.