The Last Dragon Child

A Storyteller by the Fire

I blinked the setting sun out of my eyes as I stepped out into the market. Thosa had let me stay the night and majority of the day. She refilled my rations, gave me money, a horse, and a map of her travel routes to find her if necessary.
"Thank you, Thosa. I owe you so much."
She simply shook her head and smiled, "Don't worry about it. Stay safe, Sayvel."
With that, she turned and walked back into her make-shift house.
Zepharin was in his cage, strapped to the back of the horse. So, with supplies in hand and everyone accounted for, I headed to the town's exit. I had one goal in mind as a maneuvered through the small crowd of people: getting out of the cities and into the mountains.
I was almost at the gate when I heard a familiar voice coming from the town bonfire. I turned only to see a face I hadn't seen since the battle. Jemithar. He had the men around the fire enraptured with his tale.
Being the smart person I am, I pulled my cloak hood up over my face and wandered over to the fire. I was intrigued about what he was speaking of, and, keeping within the shadows, I listened to the tale he told.
"It was two weeks ago when my troop, serving under our good King Draegan, got our orders to capture the remaining member of the demon race, the Dragon Children."
A hushed murmur swept through the men until Jemithar continued.
"The Child fought like a demon, obliterating my men with a mere swing of it's blade!"
I chuckled, rumors are spread this way, through exaggeration. The troop itself was fairly small, but they had found me, none the less, I had to stay hidden. I listened as he recounted our meeting.
"And when the dust cleared," he continued. " I saw it, standing over Gerib, like this. It's sword poised like so." He imitated what I must have looked like standing over the pathetic excuse of a soldier. He took a pause in that stance, as if recollecting the memory.
"I shot it in the shoulder, then it's glowing eyes turned to me. It pulled the arrow out and walked away, sparing us to live another day." He finished.
Silence filled the space.
"Did you speak to it?" A man asked.
After a suspended silence, "Yes."
The crowd went ballistic, showering Jemithar with questions.
I was about to leave when a small voice spoke up in the crowd.
"Are you going to hunt it?" A young boy asked, causing the entire group to go silent again and watch Jemithar with expectant eyes.
Jemithar scanned the eyes of the crowd before having his settle on mine.
"Yes."