My heart starts racing as I think back to the day Fafnir died. *** I sit on the edge of the mountain eagerly waiting for my brother. Today, we are flying out to the human capital city of Mimmgar to negotiate the terms of our peace treaty with the king. Although my father is against it, my brother is insistent upon ongoing. My father affirms that we should not meddle in the affairs of lesser beings. I trust my brother's judgment, though, and I am willing to accompany him. I feel a hand ruffle my hair. "Hey Ellie, you ready to go?" Fafnir asks. I stand looking into his violet eyes as a bright smile plays across my face. "Of course, I have looked forward to this for a long time,” I tell him. He smiles at me shaking his head, his long, dark blue hair swaying with it. He turns away from me stripping out of his clothes, and I follow suit. I watch in delight as my brother fazes, his body being consumed by electric blue flames. Once we are both in dragon for
"Eleonora are you all right?" Gregory asks rubbing my back and wiping my tears. Gregory touch startles me back to reality, “Y-Yes I am alright,” I rush out. What am I even saying I have not been alright for a long time. But I do not know if I have the courage to tell him. "Are you sure my dear, you spaced out for quite some time,” Gregory asks worriedly. "Yes, I am fine, what were we talking about?" I assure him. Gregory’s large hand cups my shoulder as he replies, "I was asking about your brother. But if you do not wish to tell me I understand." A few more tears slip from my eyes but I am quick to wipe them away, "My brother was killed eight summers ago,” I tell him. His eyes cast down hanging low with sorrow. "I am sorry to hear that. losing family members is difficult,” he replies. "I just cannot help but blame myself. If... If I had been stronger then he would still be with me," I choke out, no longer able to hold back my heartbr
After dinner, me and Gregory, talk about simple things as we play chess. I tell him of my childhood, and what it is like growing up in the horde. I tell him of the very first time I held a sword. I was four years old, and the sword was twice my size and made completely out of iron. I could not even lift it off the ground. My father had me stay in the training hall all day until I could finally lift it. When I did, I was so happy I smiled until my face hurt. I thought nothing could ruin this moment of joy, even when my father did not acknowledge my progress. No matter how hard I worked my father never noticed so eventually I just stopped trying to impress him. I have only come this far by working solely for myself. I enjoy Gregory’s company very much he makes me feel comfortable. I cannot help but think about what it would have been like if he was my father. I know it is impossible, but I cannot help but wonder. Could I have felt the warm loving embrace of a father instead
As I walk through the halls toward Gregory's study the feeling of being watched washes over me and my skin begins to crawl. I stop in my tracks and listen for a moment. But with so many maids bustling about it is hard to find who could be the one watching me. If they are still following me then it is likely they do not know everything we are planning. With that in mind I continue to the study. I knock on the door, hearing a muffled come in, I shove the door open and stride into the room. Looking around the study I see Gregory positioned at his desk his white hair hanging around his head like a veil. He is looking at an old torn leather-bound book, he glances up at me in acknowledgment. He seems to be dressed quite casually wearing a black drawstring shirt and light blue vest. This is a contrast to his usual elegant and vibrantly colored robes. "Where did you run off to this morning Nora? We missed you at breakfast,” he asks. Walking across the room I grab one of
Over the last two days, I have been spending more time with Gregory, often finding myself playing chess or just simply talking with him. For knowing him less than a week I find that he has become one of the closest people to me. He is easygoing and is not rooted in the beliefs of other humans, welcoming me rather than shunning me. Since I have spent most of my time with Gregory, I have thankfully not seen Geoffrey since our meeting in the hallway. He has been avoiding me like the plague, even going as far as to skip meals. But I must say I cannot blame him. I am not certain how I would react if I did see him again. When I first came here, I thought I would spend my days in complete and utter agony, but as of late I have found myself slowly falling into a routine. I am beginning to enjoy myself; I spend my mornings with the h
I am roused from my slumber by the sound of someone knocking vigorously on my door. I peel my eyes open rubbing my temples. Pulling the crisp sheets from my body I feel a rush of cool air against my heated skin. I place my feet on the ground, recoiling at the nip of the frigid floor. I stand and stumble to the door, exhaustion laying me limp as wet laundry on a cold day. As I get closer to the door, I feel like every muscle in my body is trying to give in to gravity. When I open the door, I am greeted by a young short boy, who looks no older than sixteen. His face would have been white if not for all the freckles. There are so many that his face is brown with small pale spaces here and there, like the tips of grass trying to show through the golden-brown leaves of fall. His hair is the perfect mop of brown, it would have been almost lion-like if he was not so skinny. His eyes are green but not the kind that is easy to describe. It was almost like they are both yellow and green
Flavius With a huff I throw the newly gathered firewood to the floor of my shop. Stretching my arms, I dip my hands into the water barrel in the corner of the room I splash the icy liquid over my arms and face. The dirt and grime of the outdoors wash away along with the water. Every day for the past few days I've been meeting with a dragon in the woods, but today she was not there. Somethin important must have come up. Sometimes I can't believe that I had the chance to meet such a creature, so beautiful and intelligent. Before I met her, I thought I’d be afraid of such a beast just as others are. Most men, whether they admit it or not are. And yet I found that I’m not afraid of her. Not at all. Instead, I find myself wanting to know more about her. Though we've spent quite some time together much to my disappointment her name is still unknown to me. That has been weighing on my mind for quite some time now. What could her name be? Her promise to visit the city bri
Nora Reaching the outer edges of the city Flavius points to a little brown, and white cottage sitting all by its lonesome near the outskirts of the city. "That there is the commander's home,” he tells me. As we get closer the faint smell of blood fills my nose. I stop and sniff the air, taking in the scent. Panic squirms in my stomach when I confirm what I am smelling. Something is wrong! Without a moment to lose I take off sprinting to the commander's cottage. I force the door open forcefully causing it to bang against the wall. Looking in I note that the front room has been completely wrecked, there is blood splattered all over the floor and walls, and a man's severed hand is lying limp on the floor through the threshold of the cottage. I turn away from the sight, the metallic smell of blood bothering my sharp senses. I place my hand over my nose to try and block the overwhelming smell. Flavius, noticing my reaction, races up to me, concern evident in his