This chapter is dedicated to my Co-writer who wrote the Ball scene :)
Tyme scrambled out of the carriage and ran up the stairs to the ball room, which held several young townspeople giddy on strong drink. As she pushed open the door, she was met with a barrage of pungent smells from whiskey to sweat to the contents of someone's stomach. She absolutely loved it. Tyme managed to slip past the boring food tables and staggering drunks and soon arrived on the dance floor which was flooded with inhibition-less young men and women dancing, screaming and wooting to their hearts' content.
Any worries of the consequences that would arise the next morning were wiped away as she dove into the wriggling mass and became a part of it. She managed to get by a crowd of some boys from her school. A loud, fanatical yell pierced the air as a young man swung by, overhead, hanging onto the brass chandelier which caused a loud ripple of amusement to flow through the mass of bodies. Music blared from several multicolour, glass orbs placed strategically around the room to make sure it was audible from every corner.
In less than an hour, Tyme was staggering around with some other friends, intoxicated. "Sow....whaz goiny on?" she said slowly as the befuddled group managed their way to behind the building. "Nuffin...same owld, same owld," a boy mumbled. The others nodded, all wearing the same stupid smile. "Ay, Hervert....can you ket meeee....a...another drenk, eh?" Tyme asked. "Don't really....don't really wunt to," a tall, dark young man in stained clothes said. Tyme leaned on him and looked into his eyes which didn't lose their sparkle even when she was intoxicated. "Pwease?"
Herbert shuffled away to get the drink singing a tune under his breath.
Tyme giggled. It always works, she thought. The hours of music and dancing went by and Tyme resorted to her persuading techniques to get dozens of drinks.
The hours blended together as people became even drunker and some even fell into the pond, which Tyme screamed at laughter with.
Eventually, an unconscious Tyme was carried over to her carriage and was ridden off to her home. To face the wrath of her father the next morning.
Tyme groaned someone was pounding her head.
“Stop it.” She frowned not opening her eyes. Pound pound pound pound. She heaved herself up much to the protests of her thumping head, She winched as she opened her eyes, the moonlight streaming in through the window made her close her eyes again and reach over blindly to close the curtains, she fumbled and stumbled through her room too afraid and lazy to open her eyes.
Bang. Tyme winched again, through closed eyes. The loud noise creating hammering echo’s in her head making her spin in a dizzy circle. What would be making that noise at such an early hour? Tyme thought, annoyed.
Bang. Tyme had memory of this noise before... In her dream, it was what woke her.... Bang, this time the whole room shook, and Tyme fell to the ground. She opened her eyes finally to see a small glowing redness in the roof, she got on her bed to have a closer look when Bam.
The glowing heap dropped to the floor, a fire ball? Tyme thought in disbelief as she only just managed to dodge the falling object.
Tyme jumped up, her dizzy head spinning and ran to the window opening the curtain she saw a blaze of red sweep past her and onto one of the little hedges, making a trail of black along the green shrubbery.
Tyme gasped only one type of fire could burn green. Dragon Fire.
Tyme spun around her back to the wall, panting she was scared.
Where was her father?
Was the dragon lord all right? Tyme panicked. She stood up before another blow hit the roof of her chamber throwing her to the floor.
She stumble-crawled to the other side of the room managing to open the door and run down the hallway, she stumbled on her skirts a few times before she had had enough of them, she had always wanted to do this.
She tugged at the hem of her skirts before she heard the pleasing sound of material ripping, father would go crook! She thought to herself as she examined the dress that was now knee length.
Continuing to run down the hallway she turned a sharp corner, forgetting to turn properly she slammed into the wall, added by a bang that had hit the roof above her.
She kept running to her father’s room she didn’t bother knocking as she slammed the door into the other side of the wall, Her father was nowhere to be seen, She saw a crippled piece of paper, burnt at the edges, laying on his bed.
She ran to it hopping it would say this was a practise one for when we actually get attacked but nothing of that lay on the pages, what she saw almost got a tear to her eye, almost. It was pure adrenaline that kept her running.
She bolted to the front door, opened it and with a frenzy of panic ran towards a bunch of trees, not realizing how much danger she was putting herself in she scrambled up a tree.
Peaking over the top, she saw a horrific sight; she saw the dragon’s they had been keeping quiet for so long running rampage. She thanked her father for making sure the dragons couldn’t breathe fire.
They always made sure to get it out of their system. She rethought her assumption when Bang something waked against the tree.
She froze, listening to the voices of the criminals bellow her.
“Have you seen Zaln.” A voice spoke, Tyme tuned her ears, that was the cause of the attack, she would find this Zaln and make him pay for what he has done.
She glanced at the village, she imagined this is what it would of been like for her grandfather, seeing his village destroyed by dragons.
“No sign of him.” Another voice spoke. Crack.
The sickening sound of the stick breaking filled the air and Tyme imagined that the whole world could hear it.
She felt sure she was going to die. They started muttering words too low for her to hear.
They started to climb the tree and Tyme could almost feel the tip’s of the blade on the soft skin of her neck-
