Dragonsong

Chapter Seven

My heart pounds in my chest rapidly as I plummet to my death. I can't believe after all the horror and torment I've been through in my life, I'm going to die because of that bitch. I fucking hate Tiffany and her face.

Suddenly, I hear a roar so loud that I have to hold my hands over my ears. It feels like the air is vibrating like an earthquake.

I look up and gasp when I see a black dragon flying down towards me.

Oh my God, it's Damon!

I feel my Dragon's Mark tingle as I feel an overwhelming feeling of fear. It's Damon's fear of losing me. Sonia was right! He really does care about me.

While falling through the air, I reached for Damon. He holds out his talons, reaching for me. We're just inches apart, trying as hard as we can to reach the other. But the sharp rocks at the bottom are fast approaching. I don't think he's going to make it in time...

Suddenly, with more speed, Damon bolts forward, wrapping his talons around me. I hug his muscular, dragon leg tightly, terrified for my life. Damon quickly wraps his giant black wings around me protectively as we crash into the mountain.

When I come to, my ears are ringing and my vision is blurry.

"Oww... fuck!" I shout in pain as I feel my whole right arm burning. It feels like my entire arm is on fire.

Once my vision gets clearer, I realize that I'm in a dark cave. With shaking legs, I stand up and see that the cave is caved in.

There is no way out.

S-sav-ve h-him...

Suddenly, I heard that female voice again. The voice sounds staticy, and I can barely make it out. But as soon as the message is clear, I remember.

"Damon saved me..." I mumble, almost forgetting.

I whirl around and gasp at the sight before me. Damon is on the ground of the cave, still in his dragon form. His eyes are closed and his breathing sounds weak. I step forward, wanting to help, but stop when I see that thin skin on one of his wings is ripped.

I cover my mouth in horror. Even in the dimly lit cave, I can see that there's a lot of blood. If he hadn't saved me, he wouldn't be in pain right now...

Tears form in my eyes, unsure of what to do.

I don't regret saving you...

I hear Damon's weak voice in my head. I quickly look towards his face and see that his eyes are open, but he's still very weak.

Without thinking, I rush forward and touch his snout. His breath is warm, like a warm blanket wrapping around me. I run my hand along his jaw, worried for him.

"Damon, are you okay??"

I would do it again in a heartbeat...

Damon says softly, not answering my question. As he closes his eyes again, I feel my Dragon's Mark beginning to hurt again. I pull my red gloves off and stare at the mark.

To my surprise, it's glowing purple.

Just like my eyes... I think to myself.

Then, a thought occurs to me. My purple eyes and that purple barrier during the hunt, what if... what if that came from me? I know it's crazy to think about, but it also kind of makes sense. And I wonder if it's all connected to the Dragon's Mark...

I crawl over to Damon's injured wing, hold out my hands, and close my eyes. I try to imagine that feeling from before, that warmness throughout my whole body. I feel my heart beginning to pound faster.