The Dragon Girl

Chapter Two

"Sylvia! Sylvia! SYLVIA!" a girl with corn yellow hair and pink eyes, called. Sylvia turned around and morphed back into a human.

"What, Melissa?" she growled. The girl looked taken back.

"Ummm, what are - uh - what are you doing?" Melissa stuttered. Sylvia rolled her eyes.

"Do you not know what's happening?" she asked. "The wolves have crossed our border!" Melissa nodded, understanding her friends anger.

"Let's go," Melissa said. "I know you can't stay here and relax," they morphed into their beautiful dragon form. They flew for a minutes, covering more ground as a dragon than human. They had finally reached the scene.

"Down there," Sylvia pointed. They swooped lower and lower, until they were inches from the ground.

"Come out you cowards!" Sylvia growled. Zit, zit. A small dart flew past Melissa's face.

"Tranquilizing darts," Sylvia laughed. "Ha!" another handful of darts zipped past them.

"You still missed me!" she said. She and Melissa inched towards the trees. Zit. That did it. The dart landed right into the middle of Sylvia's chest. She wobbled and slowly shrank back into a human. Melissa fled and went to go get help.

"Don't drop her! Then she'll try to escape!" snapped a high pitched voice. Sylvia listened to the sounds and voices around her. Where am I? Am I with the wolves? She thought to herself. She heard a snap and something clicking around her wrist.

"Wake up, prisoner!" shouted the woman. Her eyes snapped open as she felt herself being tossed into the cell. She caught herself. Crouching down on her hind legs, she growled. Sylvia stood up and brushed herself off. Her light blue blouse and black jeans were stained with muck, like she had been dragged through a pile of mud. She studied the three people in front of her. Two men and a woman. The men both had deep brown hair that dangled to their shoulders and pointed noses and ears. The woman had dull black hair done in two braids, she wore a mean smirk and also had a pointed nose and ears. She laughed in Sylvia's face.

"Get used to this, princess!" said the woman. "Your tribe isn't going to rescue you now! And now you'll never be able to get back to them. You see that band on your wrist?" she pointed to Sylvia's right hand. "If you're wearing that, you'll never ever be able to morph into a dragon," Sylvia responded with a hiss and nothing more. The woman just huffed and walked away and the two men followed her laughing at Sylvia.

Sylvia soon got into a routine. In the mornings she would wake up to a small breakfast and hours of pacing around the dark, cold, dim cell. The next phase in her day would be sleeping for six hours. She would then continue pacing until dinner arrived and then sleep for the night. After the first week there, she woke up with a longing to stretch her wings and soar. She stood up and looked into the hallway her cell was facing. No one was there. Just my luck, she thought. She pulled out a rope she stashed in her bed and the other things she could find. She got to work. No, the rope goes under and through here. And I need to find a place to put my map. Oh, I wish I had clean clothing... she thought to herself. Sylvia held up her contraption to examine. She heard the sound of footsteps echoing off the walls, followed by the soft sounds of fury paws. Sylvia shoved it back into her mattress laid back down on her bed. A young man with blond hair accompanied by two dust colored wolves approached her cell. His short hair had red highlights streaking through his dirty blond hair like blood. His gray eyes sparkled in the dull lights. He looked around nineteen and had a face like a statue. His pale olive skin was emotionless.

"Well, what do we have here? When I heard they had you down here, I just had to see." he said with a rough voice. "I couldn't believe it. A daughter of General LeRon captured by the enemy. Can you believe it? Well, of course you can, my sweet, sweet Sylvia."