High above the estate, the wind whipped violently at Axelius's face as he dangled from the wyvern's claws, its sharp talons digging painfully into his shoulders. Blood trickled down his arms, staining his clothes, and each flap of its massive wings sent powerful gusts that made it hard to breathe.
"Damn it! Let me go!" Axelius shouted, his voice hoarse as he twisted and squirmed, desperately trying to pry the Monsters claws from his body. He gritted his teeth against the pain and began punching and kicking at the wyvern's scaly legs. His fists pounded against the rough, leathery skin, but it was like hitting solid rock—no reaction, not even a flinch.
"Ugh! Come on! Stupid lizard! Let go of me!" Axelius cursed, swinging his legs wildly, but the wyvern only tightened its grip, making him yelp in pain. "Arghh! Damn it! Why won't this thing let go?!"
He heard distant shouts from below—Millie's voice echoing desperately. "Help! Somebody help! Young Master Axelius is being taken!"
