Dragon Of The Rose ✔️

Chapter 1 - The One Responsible

I wake up in a strange place, a burrow it seems. I reach out one hand to touch some roots dangling above me and see a black, scaled body with wings ending in claws.

Feeling flows into this body and I can feel scales all over. As I turn upright to crawl out of this space, I feel my legs strain as I drop my wings and ram my claws into the ground.

Brushing the damp earth below me and a tail trailing behind me; my senses are sharp. I can smell the damp earth and moss and the musty odor of other woodland creatures nearby.

I close my eyes and listen intently to the sounds of the woodland all around me. I tilt my head upward to the sky and open my eyes to see nothing but birds and clouds.

It was a beautiful day with this sun out as clouds were scattered along the sky as I can hear birds chirping and chattering from a mile away. I can see the ancient trees swaying with the wind.

I stretch my limbs and feel the wind flow underneath my wings. Moved by a sudden primal urge, my wings push down against the forest floor and brush the wind pushing me up into the sky with great whoosh.

I'm soaring above the clouds. The winds rushed past me. I can hear every beat of my wings as they push me higher and faster. My lungs strain for air as I fly. I dive back down through the clouds and above the treetops.

I see great birds flying in the sky. I can assume they look like me in the distance. Other flocks are together with small wings beating to a blur as they play and dart all around me before they scurry away.

I felt a sharp pain in my right wing. I lowered my head beneath me to see a arrow stuck to my wing. I start to spiral out of control as I am hit with another. My body is out of control as I'm changing in between human and dragon, uncontrollably.

My eyes close as I collapse on the ground. The last thing I feel are my wings closing behind me. I hear the dull thump of my head hitting the forest floor. My body starts to shut down on the hard Earth beneath me.

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I'm awake, but not fully as I can hear voices that are faint. I listen into their conversation as I slowly open my eyes. I looked to what seems to be two elves and a wizard, standing in front of me.

They all turn and look at me. I look at each of them one by one. Finally landing on the one of the Elves that was standing in the middle of the group.

"Lord Elrond of Rivendell," he said while looking carefully looking at me, like I had something to hide.

I nodded my head as the wizard spoke, "Gandalf, Gandalf the grey."

"And I'm Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood."

"And what's your name?" Elrond asked as he took a step toward the bed.

"Amarathae, my lord," I said, "but Mellons call me Amara."

"I'll take leave then and let you rest," Elrond says to me as he leaves to the door.

I nodded my head slightly as I watched Elrond leave, leaving me with Legolas and Gandalf.

"Gandalf, im baur na ped- na-dh," Legolas says in elvish as he leaves our gaze and looks up at Gandalf.

I watched as they both headed outside. I fell back into a sleep state soon going into my nightmare that keeps recurring in my dreams.

I'm out playing in the tall grass looking up toward my father flying in the sky and burning the city. I follow his movements through the sky as I'm weaving through the grass. Being just like him. I can sense his anger as he flies above the city of dale.