Dragonblood

9

"Are you alright?" Alron asked as he continued to inspect me from head to toe. I couldn't say anything. It was like the words were caught in my throat. I heard commotion where Kalinth was and I turned my head to his direction. Guards pulled Kalinth off my attacker and surrounded him with swords at his throat. I stood up and glared at them. "Do not touch him." I threatened through clenched teeth. "I see no point on why I was attacked when she's the one who elbowed me in the face." my attacker said. My eyes laid on him as he stood up. My jaw would have dropped to the floor at sight of him. What caught my attention was the fiery red eyes surrounding his pupils. Like flames were caught inside his eyes waiting to be wielded. But only for a brief second did I look at his eyes for I saw Alyziran approaching. I was more at ease with Alron by my side. "There was no reason to punch me in the face and break my nose in the process." Alyziarn said, his tone quite irritated. I couldn't help but smile. It was Alron who showed me how to punch someone and it was Kalinth who showed me who to escape from someone. They drilled it into me for years until finally it became instinct, second nature. I watched as Alyziran waved a hand and those surrounding Kalinth lowed their swords from his neck. I hadn't realized that I held my breath the entire time. My brother joined my side immediately, hoisting me up. Kalinth did the same as Alron, he inspected me from head to toe. The concern from his eyes was gone but it was anger that now filled his beautiful hazel eyes, matching mine. I don't remember which parent we got our eye color from or our skin tone. I was rather young when we lost our parents. The guards remain by Alyziran's side. "Care to explain where you disappeared to?" Alyziran asked. I opened my mouth to say something but honestly, what could I tell him? I had no idea where I was lead to. And I definitely did not want to him that I saw my dragon. I don't need to be asked questions that I myself do not know the answer. 

I was able to return with my brothers to their chambers. Just as I expected from Alyziran, my brothers began asking questions. I answered none. My gaze remained looking out the window zoning everything out. Cold hands lightly gripped my chin causing me to look to my left, Kalinth. "Zalea, you were gone for 3 nights. Where did you go?" his tone was soft and barely a whisper. I glanced at the door knowing that guards were just behind it. "I don't know. I was asleep and I heard a voice calling me. It was like a fog in my mind. I had no control over my body but I could still see where I was going. I left the castle but once I reached the forest, my eyesight was taken. I became blind. Everything was glassy. It was almost as if it didn't want me to know the way. Like it was a secret." I whisper. Kalinth and Alron exchanged looks and I knew they were communicating with their eyes. They did not bother to ask more questions and let me rest. Of course they stood guard. We all trusted Alyziran less than when we did weeks ago entering that secret passageway. I'm not sure how much time as passed before I was gently shook awake. "We're being summoned to Alyziran." was all that was said. Summoned? Why does it feel like we were going to be punished. In my defense, punching Alyziran in the face was well deserved. He had no reason to lock me in a room like a prisoner...again. 

We were downstairs onto the first floor. I did find it odd that Alyziran's chambers wasn't on the second or third floor. Come to think of it I haven't seen anyone else besides the guards, Alyziran, and my brothers. The people that I saw training on the fields, where do they live? The man with fire trapped behind his eyes, where was he? Who was he? A guard knocked on the door. "Enter." Alyziran's muffled voice came from inside. The guard opened the door and we entered. The room was rather large. Stone walls with no decoration. A large window that was closed. A medium size bed to the right of the room with a wool blanket neatly folded. Alyziran's room was very bland. I wonder if this represents who he is. A cold and isolated person with no emotions or feelings for others. Someone cleared their throat and I turned my attention to my left where there was a desk filled with papers, a quill and ink, and a few books. Behind where Alyziran was sitting there was 2 shelves with books lined up. "We need to talk." Alyziran said looking up from the papers he held in his hands.