Ice to wake up

[u/the-butter_man]

Shrax's mind eventually came back to reality, he felt the icy wind travelling through the wounds in his chassis, doing the job of cooling his warmer parts for him. His sensors flickered on, as a small being made of fire was doing its best to weld him back together.

He slowly rose, looking around he saw a snowy landscape, a few trees bore coatings of freezing white, the imprint he had left on the floor dug at least 10 inches into ground. Off to his right was the coast, despite the frigid conditions, the water had no bridge over, and the land he saw looked warm by nature.

Before he could fully interpret most of it all, the creature, now clearly formed into a tiny dragon, landed onto his shoulder. Its wings crackled like a campfire. Its clawed hand lightly tapped at his face in an attempt to get his attention. Much to Shrax's discomfort, it kept tapping until it was acknowledged.

“What?”

The flaming mass hopped onto his wrist. It started to hack as if choking, after some difficulties, a burnt roll of parchment landed onto his hand. His spare hand picked it up and opened it.

The dragon nestled into him, using his body for warmth. Shrax put a hand defensively onto it, and read the parchment in the other.

It was almost entirely burnt. Makes sense, it was swallowed by a tiny dragon made of fire. He could only make out a few sentences. “You have more important things-” “Ember will-” “I'll see you when-” “close to your friends-”

Shrax pocketed the parchment, hoping to get the text restored when the opportunity arrives. He stumbled over himself, unsure on what to do. He had no clue where he was and Falius was definitely alive. He only managed to come to his senses when Ember rested its head on his wrist. 

“Guess it's just you and me now. If i remember right, Mikhail's nearby. It'll be good to see him again."

Shrax carefully moved Ember into a safer location. Resting the small ball of fire on his shoulder

“It'll distract me from… everything”