Fates Girl

Part 2

Roaring fire licked at the shelter surrounding me sending crackling shakes down the fireproof walls.

I could hear the thundering of the dragons wings beating down on worn down air, drowning out the shouts and cries of the air sprites. My people had become attuned to this. The town bell signifying the attack of the dragons and air sprites. We built fireproof shelters in back gardens, shops, town centres and schools, but nothing could prevent the destruction that the dragons enveloped our small world in.

The island Lemuria was best equipped and protected against the dragon attacks, having the city built half underwater helped. 

I brushed my auburn tameless hair out of my eyes and set my eyes on the shelter around me. My parents had been away when the bell alarmed for the attack, so I had been forced to seek the shelter alone, unaware of how long this particular attack would be going on for. 

I was bored out of my mind. My parents and I had left some old games cards and wooden dice in the shelter for long attacks, however after 30minutes of mindlessly rolling the dice with no opponent or things to gamble with I gave up. Instead I slouched in the dark aimlessly plaiting and undoing my hair mechanically.

In the shelter lay a series of weapons, ranging from short leather bound daggers, to crossbows, swords, and my favourite the bow.

In this town we were all taught to fight from around 10 years old, some children much earlier. It was necessary in a town such as this. 

From outside I suddenly noticed a pounding of footprints, I tuned my ears onto the sound, noticing they were coming my way.

With one elegant swoop I had snatched up the bow and drew an arrow. I stood up and held it right at the door, waiting for them. 

The pounding came closer, then the door swung open quickly, the thundering sound of war entering my small shelter. My heart beat had quickened but I clutched my bow with no less strength.

"Stop!" I said, my voice coming out as one with authority and strength, however inside I felt timid and weak. "Come any closer and I'll have this arrow through your head in less than a second."

"Dana, stop its me." The familiar voice hit me and immediately I felt a complete calm come over myself. 

"Ethan, you scared me." I noticed my voice had recoiled to a raspy whisper. He pulled me into a hug and kicked the door shut with a clang enveloping us in darkness.

"You scared me, here all alone, and out of all attacks, this ones lasted nearly 8 hours. So I came over to find you."

We both sat down next to eachother in the dark, just listening to the sounds of our town being destroyed.

 "I bet your starving! Here I brought some bread and jam." Ethan declared, he undid his sack and pulled out some. I had been thinking little about food, but now he mentioned it I was starving. 

I grabbed them from Ethan's hands and began demolishing them. He chuckled, lucky idiot had gotten locked in at the bakery he works at during the attack. 

"How did you get across? Are you hurt?" I asked, suddenly feeling guilty from not asking before.

"I'm fine, just a small burn, I managed to get all the way to your house until I was spotted by an air sprite."

"Show me," I said, sitting up and forgetting about my food.

I got out the first aid and turned back to Ethan. His outstretched palm had a burn in the shape of a squashed circular shape right down the centre. 

"Ethan! This is nowhere near small, how did you manage to do that!" I was shocked at the harsh burn. Small burn my ass, this could even scar.

"The only defence available in the bakery was a shield, when the dragon attacked the fire heated the metal so suddenly it caught me unawares and burnt through to the handle. I had to keep holding it though until I could get away."