The Chronicles Of Rival; The Lost Ones.

Chapter Eleven; The Afterthought

"Under no circumstance, will I allow you to blindfold me," I stated, as Damion held up a small, black piece of fabric.  He furrowed his brows and pouted at me.   "I'm just taking you some where that you'll really like.  I'll even hold onto you so that you don't fall," he insisted.  "I'm not worried about falling, or even that you will take me somewhere unusual, I just don't want it on me," I replied.  "Please," I added quickly.  His face quickly became curious.  "Well if you detest it so much that you are using manners, okay,"  he finally relented.  "Can I trust you to keep your eyes shut then until we get there?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.  "Fine, but you better make certain that I won't fall," I answered, before reluctantly closing my eyes.  "Not a problem," he remarked, before I felt him pick me up and hold me tight.   

He was kind enough to wait outside my bathroom as I had showered earlier.  He also bought me a beautiful new dress.  It was a long, pale green, silky fabric.  It had long floral, lace sleeves, and a velvet bodice.  It made my hair look so lively, and healthy.  The look on his face when he saw it on me was something worth remembering.  Then he lead me to the forest and there we were, in the middle of no where, and I was being carried to an unknown destination.  I could barely feel  whenever he made contact with the ground.   There was just somethings about him that always fascinated  me.  Like how he could somehow vanish into thin air, or how he could sneak up on me even in my most guarded state.  But mostly how he had been trained to kill people without a pang of guilt, or a second thought, yet he still held a complex affection and attraction towards me.   

I felt neither for myself, and quite frankly I didn't understand why anyone would.  I hadn't ever asked him about any of my curiosities, I was conflicted about them.  Finally he stopped abruptly, which pulled me from my thoughts.  I almost opened my eyes, but instead I gripped his shirt and tensed up.  "We're here.  You can open your eyes now," he announced.  As I slowly opened my eyes, I was instantly surprised.   We were standing on a flat mountain peak, at the highest point of The Isle Of Gardania.  I gasped, as I stood in awe.   It was beautiful.  He set me down, and held onto my waist as I watched the entire island in all its lively hood.  The wind was strong up there, and I pulled my hair back into a braid.  I could see a family of dragon Hybrids,  they swirled and soared majestically, across the skies.  The sun shone brightly, leaving a warmth across, my skin.  

I shifted my body so that I could look back at Damion.  He smiled down at me.  "Well?" he asked, before he scanned the view across the horizon.  My gaze landed down at a far away village, and I saw a group of kids, playing peaceably.   I wondered what my childhood would have been like, If I had lived like that.  I knew that I would never be a normal person.  And my, sweet Damion, he didn't deserve something like me.  I sat down, pulled my legs to my chest, and buried my head into my knees.   I didn't want him to see how weak I was.  No one needed a broken weapon.  Is what repeated in my mind.  Damion sat behind me and pulled me close.  As if he knew exactly what I was thinking.  "Maybe you're not a weapon at all, maybe you are a wonderful young woman, who was just raised wrong? " He whispered against my ear.  

"Maybe," I mumbled, half heartedly.  I should have teleported away, I should have pulled away from his arms, and gone back to my stupid forest, where I belonged.   But I didn't.   I let him turn my face upwards and kiss me.  Just a gentle, press against my lips.  And then it all came crashing down.  A sharp pain filled my head and my magic began working on its own.   I felt myself teleport somewhere distant, and then I hit my head against the ground and blacked out.  

~~~~~~~~One year ago~~~~~~~

I stood alone at the docks, waiting for Damion.  He sure loved to take his sweet time.  A captain of one of the ships, probably twice my age,  stumbled towards me.  Once he was within a few feet of me I could, very strongly, smell beer.  "Ahoy, there pretty lassie! What is yer doing out so early?" He questioned, as he crept far too close to me.  "I don't have time to deal with your nonsense," I simply replied.  Black flames began swirling around me.  "You're a witch!  It's a blasted witch!" the drunkard yelled.  I touched his chest, and within seconds his ashes were taken by the morning breeze.   Damion magically appeared beside me.  And I flinched, before calming my magic.   "Could you not do that," I finally stated, glaring at him.  He smirked, "Whatever do you mean?" he mocked, before boarding the early morning ferry.  As I stepped aboard the ship, I felt it.  

I was missing something.  I just couldn't remember what.