The Key

Chapter 2 - 3

Chapter 2

—Dragon’s point of view—

Ugh. Thank god I had gotten out of the ball. It was so cramped; the fact that the tall one had dropped me didn’t help. I looked at him. He was tall indeed; His hair was a nice black colour. I didn’t care. I was tired. I curled up into my ball and fell a sleep.  The earth moving awakens me. I am now stuck in a tight space filled with food, I could smell it through the packaging. I am hungry. I climbed up a wall till I reached daylight. I tried to get the tall one’s attention by puffing but he paid no attention to me. It seemed I had to resort to violence. I hoped onto his shoulder and bit hi ear lobe. Not deep, but deep enough to get his attention. He made a less than manly scream as he threw me off his shoulder. Oh, so I am the bad guy now? In anger I attempted to puff fire onto his leg, but all that came out was soot. I bowed my head in shame. The tall one was investigating his ear, checking if it was bleeding. I cared not. I am still hungry! I climbed up his leg and slithered myself back into the tight place. Ah, food I thought as I used one of my razor sharp claws to open up one of the containers, eating it all instantly. Oh god that was good. The earth had begun to shake again. I am very upset with the tall one. The colossal idiot had already peeled off some of my scales. I decided that I should sleep, and maybe when I wake up all my problems would melt away.

Chapter 3

The trek had taken 3 days. I only knew where to go because my dad and I had gone for my 12th birthday. It was a lively place, full of merchants trying to sell ‘miracle’ elixirs that would make your hair grow faster or love potions. But that wasn’t the case now. I enter through the gate, seeing how there was one of the guards rotting body, I could tell Rorak and I was going to the same places. That must mean I was heading in the right direction. I entered to find and empty plaza. The only thing filling it was the eerie sense of death that hung in the air. I shivered in disgust. The square it’s self was nice. It had a main open bit and on the sides were shops under the shadow of the gray rectangular building, being held steady by great pillars. The sun was setting, and I didn’t want to stay here for long. The sun made the square dimmer and the shadows danced. I was getting nervous, and so was the dragon. It writhed in the backpack and climbed onto my shoulder. I hadn’t disturbed the dragon after our incident on the road. I had once read that dragons could see the future and know when danger was near. The dragon was becoming distressed. I was staring to regret coming here as well but I knew that I must continue in order to avenge my family. I took out the gold pendant I had been given by my father; I don’t know how it got there. I could loose it but it would always come back to me. As I crept deeper into the square I became aware of screams and a maniacal laughing. I felt sick. But I kept walking. I finally found the source of the screams. Merchants, lined up in a row, being shot at by Rorak after he asked them where the Drapion key.  They had their backs towards a wall of an ally used by local chicken breeders. I hid around the corner. Rorak turned towards me. His mask was missing, instead in its place was the face of a handsome man, with cyan eyes and dark curly hair. He looked no more than 25. I felt tears well in my eyes, seeing him again brought back memories of my family. I could hear my mother’s screams echo in my ears. I just ignored it because of my anger, my taste for revenge but I was deeply scared.

“What you thinking about child” Rorak said from the other side of the corner. I felt my heart stop. He knew I was here. He turned the corner and came face to face with me. “Do you know how foolish you are for following me? I don’t even know you!” he screamed, spittle flying all over my face. He planted a punch right on my cheek, downing me to the ground. He walked over to be and looked at my face. I felt warm soggy blood roll down my face. He pointed his hand over my stomach and whispered, “You will be sorry.” After he said that a cyan blue tendril shot out of his palm and impaled me in the stomach. I felt tears roll down my cheek to my cut, filling it with the salty water. I coughed blood all over myself. My breaths became quicker and unsteady as I bled all over the floor of the square. Rorak watched with a look of amusement painted across his pale face. Then he turned to face the merchants standing there watching in horror, a few of them threw up. The dragon that had been sheltering in my bag shot out like a rocket, grasping it’s jagged teeth to Rorak’s ankle. He shrieked in a psychotic rage. He detached the dragon from his ankle and threw it across the square. It hit it’s back onto one of the pillars and crumpled into a ball with a small squeaking sound. I felt the antagonism brew inside of me. A new strength surged its way through my body. I began to rise, “no one. Ever. Hurts. My. Dragon!” and with that Emerald flames erupted from my hands, enveloping Rorak’s face. He screamed and the smell of burning flesh corroded my nostrils. I felt drowsy. Using up the last bit of my energy to run to the dragon. It lay crumpled in a ball, breathing heavily, just as I was. It was bleeding gray dragon blood all over the place. I felt my head was getting heavier. I turned to see Rorak run out of the square, head held in his hands as the flame charred him. I fell, feeling my consciousness fade into nothingness.