Anna soared further east, her sharp eyes scanning the expanse below. “It couldn’t have gotten far.”
As she reached a dense forest, the sight of broken trees caught her attention. She descended, landing softly on the forest floor. Walking among the shattered trunks, she muttered, “It definitely came through here.”
Her steps slowed as she spotted the dragon, lifeless on the ground. Its massive body was entwined with thick, pulsating vines, the scene both eerie and surreal.
Anna crouched closer, examining the vines. “No way,” she whispered. “Who could have done this?”
Rising, she looked beyond the trees and spotted a quaint town nestled against the horizon. “One of the small towns in East Camelot,” she murmured. Relief softened her features. “At least the dragon didn’t make it here.”
Taking to the air once more, she soared above the town, marveling at its serene beauty. “This place is really nice. But how did—?”
As if in answer, a faint surge of energy prickled her senses, pulling her gaze toward a small house perched on a hill. Her curiosity piqued, she descended near the house, her boots crunching softly against the gravel path.
“What could be giving off that kind of energy around here?” she wondered aloud, her eyes narrowing at the modest structure. She approached the door and knocked lightly. To her surprise, the door creaked open.
“Hello? Is anyone here?” she called, stepping cautiously inside.
The house was humble and tidy—a table with four chairs sat to one side, a shelf crammed with books filled a corner, and the scent of freshly cooked food lingered in the air. Two doors led to other rooms, but there was no immediate sign of life.
Just as she was about to call out again, the entrance door swung open. A young man stepped in, towel slung casually around his neck, his bare chest glistening with sweat. His dark hair clung to his forehead, and his piercing green eyes locked onto Anna. “Huh?”
“Huh?” she stammered, her face turning a deep shade of crimson as her gaze unintentionally lingered on his chiseled form.
The man’s eyes narrowed, and in an instant, he dashed toward her, pinning her against the wall. His grip was firm but controlled as he held her left hand above her head.
His glowing green eyes studied her intently. “You’re an elementiel,” he said. “Why are you here?”
“I—uh—” Anna stammered, trying to gather her thoughts. “I was looking for a dragon. I sensed energy coming from here and—”
He released her abruptly, stepping back. “I see. Wait here.”
Still flustered, Anna watched as he disappeared into another room. She exhaled deeply and sank into one of the chairs.
A moment later, he returned, now dressed in a simple shirt, and walked into the kitchen. He emerged with a bowl of steaming soup, setting it in front of her.
“Here,” he said curtly, placing another bowl on the table for himself.
Anna blinked in surprise. “Oh, thank you,” she said, lifting the bowl to her lips. The rich, savory flavor made her eyes widen. “This is… really good.”
He sipped his own soup, his demeanor calm but guarded. “What’s your name?”
“Annabelle Wayra,” she replied, her voice softening. “But you can call me Anna. And you?”
He hesitated, staring into his bowl. “Jack. Just… Jack.”
“Jack,” she repeated, testing the name.
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The Elementiels
خيال (فانتازيا)After Jason Marquoid loses someone dear to him, he discovers a new power that can change the world as we know it. He must find a way to harness this new found power in order to prevent the deaths of those he loves and cares about. Volume One: The Dr...
