The Nine Dragons The Dragon King Part Twenty-Seven
Getting Out Of The Dragon
When she woke up next she felt something brush the back of her hand. She quickly grabbed it and it took all that she had to pull herself up and she climbed and climbed then stabbed the stomach lining. She groaned and she pushed herself up further and sat on the handle.
She felt utterly exhausted. She panted as she felt hungry and yet robbed of something internal. She felt cold and her head felt light. She felt her eyelids drop and there she slept heavily. It was a sleep that she knew that could not be denied. It was a sleep that her body craved. One that her mind needed as tears fell at the mere thought of those that she had led to their deaths.
When she woke up, she wondered if she stayed there, would her whole body be digested? Would that lead to her death or would she stay there, her soul pinned to her ever dissolving bones? And once her bones were dissolved, would her soul follow Pendragon’s digestive system until she came out the other end? If so, would her body reform?
It doesn’t matter. I have to get out of here and kill this thing.
So, once she regained her energy, she pulled out her blade and slashed the back in and dragged it across and sliced the stomach again and again and again. Yet the stomach lining seemed to be thicker than she thought. Yet she kept slicing and slicing and slicing however it still seemed that she was getting nowhere.
So she sliced downwards again and again and again. Then she felt humming. Yet she knew that she had to continue and soon she felt the stomach acid flow by her. Yet she pulled herself up and looked around her and knew that it would take too long to get a good cut.
Yet once she had moved to the side, she did this again and again and again. Yet the blade just did not seem long enough to make any true damage. Yet she did this again and again and again and took a break to rest her body. Yet, still, the slice did not seem to be a small scrape compared to the rest of the stomach. Yet she looked shaking and noticed that the acid was sinking slightly.
I’m never going to kill this thing!
Not here you’re not!
So I need to get back to the mouth. After all, I do need to get to the brain.
So she pulled her blade out and climbed to the side. She got back to work slicing and slicing. She did this again and again and again. Yet she could feel her body getting heavier and heavier but she pushed herself on and on and on. Yet she felt herself getting tireder and tireder but she continued to push herself on and on and on. She felt her eyelids starting to drop but she forced herself on and on. She felt her own stomach start to ache out of hunger. Yet she pushed herself on and on and on.
Then she knew that she had to take a nap. So she stabbed above the stomach acid and pulled herself up and stabbed further up and closed her eyes. Yet the moment that she had a good rest she dropped.
She then moved on to climb up the stomach. She climbed and climbed and climbed. She pushed her body further and further and further up. She climbed higher and higher and higher up the stomach. She did this for hour after hour after hour. By the time she saw the auscophogas above her head her whole body was shaking. So she took a small break before she climbed on and on.
Then there was a ripple throughout the stomach. The next moment, to her horror, she saw the stomach acid rise and rise and rise rapidly! Then she pulled out Peble and climbed the wall of the stomach as fast as she could. Then she noticed that the stomach acid caught up to her and quickly overtook her.
She was thrust to the top of the stomach. There she dug Peble in. But then she was dragged up. Suddenly the blade cut the bottom as she and it was dragged back. Then the blade sliced up and slipped out. She could feel the force continue to drag her up but she thrust her blade back in and this caused another line as she was dragged up further and further. She dug the blade in further and further and, yet again, her blade flicked out and she pushed on. She stabbed the flesh again and again and again yet she continued to be pushed up until she was in the back of the throat, covered in vomit.
She saw the clouds ahead of her, revealing a bright beautiful day. She looked up for a moment then she looked down.
I need to take out the fire, first before I get to the brain.
So she walked to the windpipes. Then she lit a flame to see which one carried the fire. This exploded in her face, which told her that she was on the right path. So she stabbed to the side. She soon felt the breath and climbed down further and further and further. She then came to the lungs. She stabbed the top of the lungs. She climbed down further and cut and cut and cut.
Then she heard the coughing. Yet she kept cutting on and on and on. She did this again and again and again. She went down further and further. She did this again and again and again until she was at the bottom. After hour after hour ticked by as she continued until she knew that she had caused a good amount of damage she jumped back up. Then she climbed back up and cut the windpipe again and again and again as she traveled up higher and higher.
Then she came back to the back of the mouth as Pendragon coughed and coughed and coughed. Then she stabbed the tongue again and again and again then she started to slash it again and again and again. Then she raced on and repeated the action. She did this again and again and again until she felt herself being crushed. She looked down to see both points of the talons before she was pulled out into the evening sky.
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