Tiamat's Test: Chapter 2

Caleb's POV
What the hell? These guys look like dragon-people! I was scared of their firepower, and what they just did to the poor hydra. But then again, they could've blasted us instead of the hydra, so I guessed they were friendly. "Who the hell are you guys? And who the hell is Tiamat!?" "Tiamat? She is the exalted one, the one dragon goddess above all." one dragonborn explained. This one was yellow, and by looking at the body, it was a she. "Oh great," Josiah said. "Another deity we have to worry about." The lead dragonborn, a tall red guy with a strange mixture of black, silver, gold, and bronze alloy armor, approached us. "You know, we could use you. You guys just need dragonborn style training. The Camp Half-Blood trainers help you a ton, but those guys are just baby walking you compared to what we do where we are. So, you up?" "Hell yeah!" "Yeah, sure." "Okay then, here we go!" The red leader whistled, and five dragons appeared in the sky. Four were red, blue, yellow, and green, but the last one radiated a death aura, and looked like a dragon's skeleton. "You guys are riding Draco. He's the dracolich back there." "Dracolich?" Joe asked. "Yeah, a dracolich. In other words, an undead dragon." Draco had a pendant around his neck, that looked like an amulet shaped like a scarab. All of us mounted the dragons, and they flew over Arizona. For what felt like an hour, no one talked. Soon, I asked a question. "What's the pendant on Draco's neck for?" I asked. The girl dragonborn replied, "It's a phylactery, used to store Draco's soul. It's the price for being undead. When your body is destroyed, you and your belongings turn to dust. Then, one day later, you and your belongings appear where you phylactery is." "Awesome! So you're like, immortal?" "No. You can be killed, but only if your body and your phylactery is destroyed." "Oh. But you will live forever until your phylactery is destroyed?" "Yes." We continued flying for another hour. I rested my staff on my leg, and something weird happened. The phylactery was right next to my staff, Kanaliphobo, and it started to fly away from it. My father, Phobos, told me it was impregnated with the prescence of the oracle, and detected and warded anything to be feared about. So the phylactery swinging away from my staff was worrying me a little. But I brushed it off, thinking that stuff related to undeath hated fear.