Hunt the Wyvern (Part 2)

It was fierce and fast. A dash of huge creature that tried to bit the head of in point-blank range can end even someone like Geralt. There will be no way to react in time, but Alan was able to teleport away.

He reappeared on its back just at the moment when it flapped the wings and rushing forward at an insane speed. Geralt rolled out of its way, but was grazed by the claw and launched at the wall. The force of the throw and weight of his body crashed ancient wall, and he barely was able to hold the railing of the stairs arranged in a serpentine.

Geralt looked up and saw an astonishing sight.

Wyvern broke through the outer wall and flew out, leaving behind a trail of broken wood and cloud of dust which broke apart, when a colossal creature jumped after it, unfolding gigantic energy wings. It looked like a mix-breed of a wolf and a dragon.

Tenebris dashed forward and seized the wyvern in its claws, savagely biting it on the neck. Yet, it was not to penetrate the scales and kill, but a show of dominance over it. They could not keep flying and spun around, going down with tremendous momentum.

Geralt climbed up and looked at the side of a mountain where a large trail of broken trees was left after the two descended.

"Uh... I'm positively too old for this." - Geralt grumbled, sighed, reinforced the grip on his swords, and ran as fast as he can. Over the several ruined steps of the stairs to the paved road and jumping over several meters of the collapsed bridge ruined by the stray part of the tower. In fact, the lighthouse was already breathing his last moments.

Geralt rolled after the long jump and heard loud crackling sounds. The ones not from wood, that are mild and flexible, but that of stone, hard and thunderous. He didn't look at the tower that went down the cliff, he was concentrated and the sound of the battle in front.

Two gigantic beasts were fighting there. Geralt ran over to the fallen tree, jumped on the enormous boulder, and leaned forward to provide assistance.

There Tenebris seized the neck of the wyvern from the back and pinned it down to the ground hard enough to break stone under them. Every time wyvern tried to get away, it will suffer from ruthless pummeling and four legs of Tenebris will squeeze it even further.

'Hey, old man. Can you tie it down? I think I broke my arm here and that damn thing got my stomach with a tail.'

Geralt stood up, cursing some unknown creatures on the unique language of the local populace from slums and took out the whip. Ordering it to elongate with Axii, he expertly wrapped it around the lower body of the avian lizard.

'You are a master. You must have learned it through real hardships!'

'Its just tricks with body control. You need to exert influence on it with your every muscle and then it will do what you ordered to.'

'Body control, exert influence... you don't say Geralt.'

Alan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at his naive density. At least now he knew why Yen enjoyed teasing him so much.

Meanwhile, he directed all his attention to the wyvern and now pressured it with all his power. It was hard. Monsters really had some tremendous inherent defense around their minds. It felt like diving into an oil pond that tried to hold him down every minute.

Alan was sure in one thing. If not for the support of Eternal Mind he would have lost himself in this muddy swamp long ago.

Then it all went away, and a mind was presented in front of him. Well, to call it a mind is an overstatement, more like a lump of primal desires and instincts. The most prevalent was not an instinct to procreate as one might expect, but to destroy.

'No wonder monsters are not part of nature and outside of its food chain. With those instincts, they are not here to feed or coexist. They are here to kill.'

Alan put a net over that relentless glob and tightened it. He can't instill new things. It proved to be too complex for now. Perhaps later he can even grant a mind to an animal, but not now.

Wyvern went silent.

Alan turned back and established a connection with it.

Suddenly something in his body trembled and reacted. It flew out and hovered near the wyvern's head and then Alan felt it.

Dragon School Medallion shone with dim aura and created a brand on the mind of the wyvern, building a sturdy bridge from it to itself.

A moment later it fell to the ground. Alan walked over to pick it up and the moment his fingers touched the metal he felt it. A mind that he can access to that was absolutely under his control through the medallion.

"Okay, now this is unexpected but timely help. What is this Dragon School? Were they some kind of beast tamers on top of being battle mages?" - he mumbled and looked to the side.

Geralt was making his way here with unhindered steps. He gave a look at the medallion and grunted, turning to the wyvern.

"So you did it. You know, I still think it's a bad idea."

"Yeah, you told me that about... ten times already." - Alan was looking closely at the metallic head of the dragon in his palm.

"And I don't mind doing it once more. Monsters are trouble, Alan."

His all instincts were screaming. He was ready to raise his hand and kill the wyvern at any time. One fast move and its head would roll on the ground.

"We will see." - said Alan, finding the ruby eyes of the dragon medallion fascinating to look at.

"You know, if I tell Vesemir that we tamed a wyvern he won't sleep for months."

"Simple issue, don't tell him." - shrugged Alan, not looking away even for a moment.

"What are you doing?" - Geralt became tense, as his wolf medallion trembled slightly. He looked around the forest and saw nothing worth noticing, except for the swamp in the distance. It felt eerie somehow as if some ancient evil was leaving there.

"Hard to say..." - Alan said with a deep voice while lacking attentiveness to what is going on around him.

The next moment a flash went past them, one second it was there, the next it disappeared.

"That just great." - stared Geralt at the empty space where a wyvern should have been lying.

"You don't say!" - rejoiced Alan. - "My goodness, who created this medallion? This is insane! To think it is a spacial artifact that can store living creatures!"

"What?"

"Look!" - Alan willed for the Dragon School medallion to let wyvern out and it appeared in front of them. It stood up, shook its head and remained still, awaiting orders. - "Hehe, I suddenly thought of a good prank. How about we go to the banquet and let my new pet have some snacks? Geralt, don't look at me that way! I don't mean eating people! I mean some of their food, normal food! Imagine the thrill – dining with a wyvern on one table. No! I need first to prank Jaskier. Yes. Jaskier, here I come!"

Geralt looked at Alan who again stored the wyvern with a concerned look. He was really thinking about what to do with Jaskier. The latter can really die due to a heart attack that way.