Dragons Tower

Chapter 1

I was driving along to King Charlies town Charlesville, go figure. Since the end of the Medieval era the mythicals have been trying to blend in with the rest of society, yet keeping the old traditions alive. I was talking to Marc my German Shephard in the backseat when all of a sudden I see a flash of dark brown hair flying out of the treeline a little farther down the road. Okay so a while down the road, my dragon senses are a lot stronger than a humans. I had to focus a little closer completely losing my train of thought as to what I was talking to Marc about. It was a woman about my age on the side of the road. She was beautiful, tall, tan, long-legged, and apparently athletic. When she saw my truck coming down the road she stuck out her hand in a hitch-hiking motion. She didn't look like any normal hitch-hiker so immediately I was wary. She could be a chaser, Leo, be careful. Regardless I couldn't just not stop.

I pulled over and her beauty struck me again. Alarms were going off everywhere in my body that I needed to be careful with this one. Did I listen? Of course not.

" Hey, I'm Headed into Charlesville, you want a lift back into town?"

"NO! I mean thank-you but no, is there anyway you could take me to the nearest town ?"

She seemed pretty vehement about returning to Charlesville so I told her, " Look I have to check-in at the mayors office in Charlesville and find out where I'll be staying, but I promise as soon as that's done I will personally escort you to the next town, Okay? "

About that time she noticed Marc in the back and reached to pet him. I expected him to growl because he hated everyone except me, but he licked her hand and wagged his tail. I was shocked. "Traitorous mutt, some attack dog you are." this caused her to giggle and Marcs quizzical look said , What? I can't help it girls find me adorable.' caused her to almost cry she was laughing so hard. Her laugh was musical and light, I found myself enjoying the sound.

"Okay", breathe," I'll go with you, Thank-you" she said and hopped into the truck.

I thought to myself for a minute, I hadn't even asked her for her name or why she was running, I was basing everything off the fact that Marc liked her. So I took a chance and asked her, " So, why're you running?" she immediately got defensive and I could tell that was the question she was hoping I wouldn't ask. Most runners, don't have a clue in the world why they're running or where they will go or how they will live once they get there. I'd been a cop for a year before the Agency found me.

" Who says I'm running?"

" For one, your hitch-hiking with a loaded down bag, signaling you have no intention of coming back. Two, you got defensive when I asked."

" Oh. Everyone is trying to get out, the King is a tyrant." she said that so calmly I couldn't for the life of me grasp it. What if I had been a Statesmen or a Chaser, she would either be on her way to an execution or dead. I hit the brake hard and pulled over to the shoulder.

" Easy, baby girl, if I had been a Statesmen or a Chaser, that would mean death for you."

" I'm not your baby girl." I held up a hand in a point taken signal," and you're not a statesmen or a Chaser are you?"

"No and you're lucky"

"Sometimes I think that death might be the easiest way out, but I'm too scared to try."

Marc raised his head and looked at me with understanding in his eyes. I put the truck in park and turned to her. She was crying, I didn't know what to do, but Marc climbed over the console, into the passenger side and laid his head in her lap. The sound she made sounded like a tearful laugh. It absolutely broke my heart. I pinched the bridge of my nose and ran a hand through my hair.

"Baby girl, death is never the answer, I am sorry that you feel so. But I am glad that you chose to run instead, It has brought Marc and I a little bit of sunshine. Look Marc doesn't like anyone but me, but you melted his heart. Cheer up, I promise everything will be alright" I didn't know why she felt this way or why I was making promises to a complete, yet beautiful, stranger on the run from something she felt was terrible. My blood began to boil and I had to know what exactly her situation was. So I asked again, " What is it you're running from?" Her sniffled answer was not one I expected.