The Blood Of The Dragon

Introduction

"I want you to hunt everywhere for her, that disgrace of a child." The tall balding man snarled these words out at the group of darkly dressed males surrounding him, each one having a similar feature to their face, a tattoo on their foreheads in the shape of an emblem that was pressed on flags everywhere in the area they currently resided in. "She has seen what I can do, and I will stop at nothing to delete that memory from her. With this information she has, she can bring down the whole system and destroy everything we have worked so hard for!" The man's voice became slightly louder his words seeming more demonized as he spat them out at the men, his minions. He was clearly angry possibly afraid, although he refused to show it. "Bring me the girl dead or alive, and I will pay you greatly." His finishing words brought excitement to the eyes of the men as they thought of the riches they could receive from this feat.

"Yes sir!" The darkly dressed men answered, the booming of their voices echoing across the walls in the dim room, but deep down they knew there was no chance to retrieve the girl. The abilities the little 7 year old had shown that night that had allowed her to get away were stronger then most trained magic users that had studied the arts for many years. The magic she produced was white, pure beyond words and dangerous, burning hot,like a dragon's fire. Dragon's blood.

-AN: I don't know when I'll write again but imma try to do it soon-