The Last Dragoness (On Hold)

9|Rosalie

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I open my eyes to find myself sitting in a chair, in a dark room. There is a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, no cover, and the wire is completely revealed. I shiver, thinking about how could it is. I make to stand but realize that I am strapped to the chair I am sitting on. Tears prick my eyes, causing me to frown. I can't cry at a time like this. I was kidnapped from my office!! The handle on the only door turns and a man walks in. He's tall and built, in jeans and a grey hoodie. The hood is pulled up so I'm not able to make out his face. I cower away when he walks to my side of the table. He lets out a sinister laugh and I try to scoot the chair away, but of course he thought of everything.

"Wh-who are you?" I demand, hoping my voice sounded more intimidating than it did.

The man chuckles again, telling me it didn't. He leans forward so his face is right in front of mine. Finally I can see his striking green eyes. I recognize them.

"Oh my God." I say in terror. "You can't be..." I shake my head tears pricking my eyes. "You can't be..."

He nods. "But I am, Miranda."

I shake my head, denying what is so obviously true. My heart begins to ache, so I lean over, attempting to put pressure on it. I feel his fingers under my chin, forcing my head to lift up to him. I felt him staring at me, but I refuse to meet his eyes.

"Miranda.." He says chiding me.

"No!" I scream, finally looking into his eccentric green eyes. "He's dead! You aren't him! I saw him die! You can't be him! He can't be back!"

Tears fell down my cheeks, anguish coursing through me. He smirks lightly, "I know that you think you saw me die, but I didn't. It was all part of the plan."

"What plan?!" I sob.

He smirks again and leans back, examining me. "Oh Miranda, you were always so naïve. Can you not see what is going on in the books you write? In the stories you put onto paper to entertain people? People that are even more naïve than you are?" He laughs. "They think it's mere entertainment, your tales. But they're not. And deep down, you've always known it."

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Chapter 9|Rosalie

"What the hell, Rosalie?" My brother demanded. I flinched at his harsh tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about, brother." I would die before admitting to him what I had been doing.

"You know, full well what I'm talking about, Rose." He snapped. "And I know about the marks on your arm. That you're the last Dragoness."

I froze in shock. I had thought it was a secret, but my brother was always sharp, naturally, but I never expected him to have known about the marks on my arm, or who I was. I stared at him and he nodded, running his hands together.

"H-how?"

"Rose, I was there when it happened, Father knew as well. He told me, sort of. But I figure the rest out on my own."

I stared at him, then turned my back on him. I shook my head. "No. You don't understand everything. The dragons.. They are dying because of me. I have to save them. I have to leave. You can't stop me."

"Rosalie. You will be going nowhere. You will be staying here, I don't care if every last bloody dragon dies. You aren't getting involved with magic." He spat the last word like it was a son to say it.