Purple Dragon (Yona of the Dawn)

The New Dragon

"I thought you said the next one wouldn't be born here, she left!" A man was arguing with the village elders. His wife had just given birth to their second child, a little girl but she wasn't at all what they had expected.

"I'm sorry Kazuto, it was a theory. There was no way we could have known another one would be born once the last one left. We assumed the cycle was broken." The elder said.

"Well what do we do?" Kazuto asked.

"We have no choice, we can't kill her or another one will be born. She will grow up here in the village and we will teach her what her place is." Kazuto looked at the door into the room where his wife wept at having given birth to the monster.

"The purple dragon will never see the light of day." He said darkly. 

(Six Years Later)

"Mommy can I go outside?" The tiny purple haired girl asked looking out the window at the snow coating the ground.

"NO! Get away from the window and don't call me mommy." She was dragged away from the window. The girl sat quietly as the mother cooked. Her father was working while her brother was at school.

"When's daddy coming home?" She asked.

"Shut up." He mother snarled. The girl never understood why her family seemed to hate her so much, as far as she was aware it was something to do with her peculiar hair color. She stood up and walked over to her mother and tugged on her dress.

"Mommy I want to play." Her mother spun around swinging her arm down screaming like a wild animal.

"WHY WAS I CURSED WITH YOU!?!?!?!?!" She screamed, her voice drowning in the screams of the child. It wasn't until her husband had returned home that they discovered what she had done. The girls mother had, had a knife clutched in her hand when she swung at the girl, it wasn't until they found the girl lying in her own blood that they knew what had happened.

That evening the girls parents discussed ways to get rid of her without killing her but they couldn't come up with any ideas that would also satisfy the elders. It was then the door burst open to reveal an angry woman.

"Where is she?" The woman snarled at them. The couple cowered away but the woman grabbed the man by the front of the shirt and held him above her.

"WHERE IS SHE?" The woman demanded. The woman's long purple hair flew around her face in her fury and they knew who she was looking for.

"In the back." The wife sobbed, the old purple dragon dropped the man and moved in back. What she found filled her with more fury, she knew what the village would do and she hadn't gotten there in time to save her.

"Hello little one." The woman said softly to the little girl. The girl stared at the woman through one eye, the other was swollen shut from the great cut running down her face. 

"My name is Tamara, I suppose they never told you why you're different. Would you like to come with me and learn about your gifts?" The woman asked. The little girl nodded wanting to be as far from the village as possible. Tamara lifted her into her arms and walked back through the house.

"I should kill you for hurting her, but I won't. Remember this as the day your lives were spared by her predecessor." Tamara said to the girls parents and left.

"What is your name little one?" She asked as she walked through the snow covered village.

"I don't have one." The girl said. Tamara stopped and looked at the girls single purple eye.

"Your name is Alya." Tamara said. The little girl smiled and curled into Tamara's arms as they made their way into the mountains and back to Tamara's, and now Alya's, home.