Dear readers, I welcome you to the incredible world of DragonCursed, may you enjoy the chapters, yours truly the author.
CHAPTER ONE: Ornstone
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Boisterous roars roam the merchant stands of the Pit Bazaar where i & Heyassefine are awkwardly hiding from the intrusive Feydragon, tiny creatures really of beautiful butterfly-colored wings unforetenatly they are indeed damned vicious beasts. Snaping its sharp fangs dangerously towards me which made me cautioning her to step away whereas i try meticulously, and grab carefully a Sunpowder bottle from my hidden pouch, it doesn't help much that we were cornered into an Eravenian silk displayed shop. At the exact moment of the imminent attack, we hastily crouch while a crashing " boom " happens ,a bright dust of explosion hit its snake-like head.
Shrieking horribly at our poor ears, the little annoyed creature finally flies away leaving us in despair to breathe the normal tranquil air. Hoisting myself to my leather stolen canvas boots and aiding my escort, i sigh loudly " Heya . Are you alright? " suddenly she stifles a frightened scream, that makes me quickly snap my head towards hers " What is it? "
_ " Orra.Your eyes ! "
Ah yes, some say the eyes are the portal of your soul. Perhaps the ancient Savants were right as the discoloring of one's eyes is downright a curse alas only for a certain few: turning into the dust speckles of the fearless silver moon makes you at the mercy of the Dragons. We are Dragoncursed in a world infested by those horrid monsters, in other words, we are their dinner we can hardly survive unlike the rest of the blood-favored population, i assert her annoyed glance " No matter , it will shortly fade " as cold as an Orstone guard i urge her to march the narrowed route back again .
Headed stubornly from the lowest district of the capital to the esteemed Calmaria Church ,Heyassefine aspires to become an Entrinnian , powerful healers that gain knowledge from Maestors trainings as they are Dragonwhisperers , a gift from the gods to fascilitate their ascencion but not all whisperers conscripts to be nuns running absurdly in the castle instead some embarks on adventurous journeys such as the brave historians called the tonguetellers or as of the majority young fools of our days , they engage their wasted souls to become faithful as moth to its eternal flame .To the royal family's name & castle .Obey & Fulfill orders from the higher council .
I deeply loathe the gilded Council .For the reason are numerous but one & for most they do kill my kinds .Not wishing to smudge their golden generation with unwanted Dragoncursed , making us unbashedly targets from them as well of dragons .Doomed for eternity indeed .Heya is orphan has been living & being protected at the Black Veil but as she's already growing up , we discovered she were one of the favored which drastically led me to be assigned to escort her to the Valey districts .
