He turns his back on me and begins to raise his arms in slow rhythmic movements. The sand and ash begins to slowly rise and fall with him and sways back and forth before it starts to settle in the air. While he is doing this the dragon keeps a close watch on the cloud and prepares to attack. The guy abruptly raises his arms and the ash settles into the air.
“Just stay there!” He commands before dashing towards the red glow in the cloud of ash. I sit in my spot stunned, if this guy really is who I think he is; this could be a lot of trouble and an even worse time for this mystery guy to reveal himself, the rebellions would absolutely hate him. The King died almost forty-five years ago and he didn’t have any known children. Yet this stranger being the unknown grandson of the king was the only explanation. You could only inherit magic from your ancestor, that’s why almost every family has an ancestry book, so when sometime in the future they had a mage in the family they could send all of the vital information you needed to train. In my ancestry book, the only known mages had wind magic and earth magic.
Conspiracy theories say that the last king’s ancestors were conducting an experiment to become the strongest aristocratic family. Although I never believed these theories there is some strong evidence to support it. He has almost every magic you could think of or find, not only that but also the strength and rare types too, it could not have been coincidence. This stranger who saved me has all of the powers recorded in the history textbooks; even if he was the last king’s grandson it was too weird that he was a mage too. That was only something that happened in the past when mages weren’t so; I deride the thought, endangered.
A roar blasts throughout the park; I sit up, and watch as the ash settles. An aching pain spreads through my side, bam! That hurt, I look down and a small pool of blood is settled on the ground beside me. A shiver runs down my body and goosebumps appear, I struggle to bring my hands in front of me. I am going to die; I’m dying of blood loss right? I look at that blood on the ground with wary eyes; I could fit that in a cup. I feel nauseated, and my abdomen tightens only making the pain worse. The world starts to swirl, I look around for something to lean against, charred tree after charred tree is lined up like children during a safety drill five steps away from me. I start to scoot myself over to the burnt remains of what used to be lush and green, the pain becoming agonizing by the time I get to the trees.
The tree is thin but I use it to support myself anyway. It would be perfect if the dragon was defeated soon… if it could be. Its eye flashes before me and I squeal before I remember that it was half-way across the park. I blush, it was just memory; I close my eyes and try to recall the image once again. The dragon is looking towards me and its eye switches colours from green to blue. Where did I see something like this before? I watch with amazement, as the eye flashes different colours. You should be afraid, a voice inside of me says, I agree. The eyes flashing in my memory closely resemble the eyes of everyone I’ve known. But in them is only hate, disgust. A look that is unrecognizable to me, those eyes would never be what I remember them for.
The cloud settles and in the distance the male is still fighting the dragon, he was not using any magic except for the Serenity sword. Slashing and cutting everywhere he could before the flame dragon would swing its tail towards him and he would dodge. Everywhere he hit with the sword left a tiny indent on the dragon and his pace starts to become more wild. He stops in the dragons blind spot and sends a lightning bolt that misses by a mile. He didn’t seem as composed as he was when he first started fighting. My back begins to ache from the small tree.
I adjust my seating and feel another breeze blow across my chest, I look down and my face heats up. That pervert! Down the front of my shirt a jagged tear reveals way more of my chest then there needs to be shown. It’s astonishing that I could have trusted him with my life, or even at all. It must have been too much to ask when I thought we had the unspoken ‘hero contract’. I am in trouble, you run up, save me and what you get out of it is doing the right thing. But instead he must have been expecting more from me, no use hanging around here any longer than need be. I push myself off from the ground and my legs start to wobble. My hands are trembling and I look down and my shirt is blowing in the wind. An agonizing pain burns in my side and I look down to see a dark streak of blood running down my side. My breath gets caught in my throat and I cry out before collapsing back into my elevated seat. Sticking out from my side is a rough rock the size of a pen.
