Dragon Embers

Chapter 1

Hooray for first stories~! So this is my first story on wattpad. Tell me what you think and please don't forget to um... I think it was called vote. But anyways, I hope you all like it. Please enjoy!

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It's dark. Too dark for any normal night. The thick canopy of the trees keeps the moonlight from seeping into the ground. A twig nearby snaps under the weight of a fairly large creature. I'm not quite sure what. My little mouse friend, Peep, squeaks and runs into my lap and I shush him then creep a bit further into the bush we are hiding in. Another twig snaps, nearer still and my breathing hitches. Peep and I go rigid as the steps stop in front of our hiding spot.

"I could have sworn I heard something over here... Where could that silly old dog have gone?"

It registers that that voice belongs to a male, on the verge of adulthood like myself and is obviously looking for a 'Dogg', whatever that is. Suddenly a heavy breathing beside my face sends shivers up my spine and I turn to see a wolf-like creatures smiling at me. I bite my tongue and hold back a shriek but the creature lets out a curt, deep howl. I shush it and creep back further but the male pulls the branches apart to reveal our hiding spot. I get a good look at his face before I dash away and spread my not-so-developed wings. I know I shouldn't but I try anyways and get about three feet of air and give up as I return to the ground. I dash up a tree and blend in with my surroundings. The male chased me and was looking up my tree with straining eyes, the Dogg by his side swishing it's tail. I swish my tail too and pet frightened little Peep.

"Where did she go?" He asks no one in particular.

I blush slightly at his features; chiseled structure, strong cheeks, bold hazel eyes with green flecks scattered about with dark brown bed head hair that would have looked black if I hadn't had my vision. I want to reach down and touch his face but Peep bites my finger, pulling me out of my trance. He had been climbing up and almost reached us. I silently creep down and sneak away. The Dogg looks at me and I give it a menacing glare, being sure to bare my fangs in the process. It makes a face back and watches its master climb higher still. I sigh thankfully and leave to my cave.

I spread my arms and wings happily as I reach the warmth of my home then smile at my sleeping adoptive parents. I greet them in Draken with a hello and eat from the leftovers.

My pale lavender mother, Godith, stirs and looks at me. 'Where have you been?' She knew it was late, the moon almost at its peak.

I give a sheepish shrug and smile while continuing my feast. 'Out.'

She knows better and sniffs in my scents. 'Around Human?' On spot as always and my father, Deuis, grumbles at the word 'Human'. They killed his parents and he still doesn't quite trust them but I'm easing him into it little by little.

I shrug again and Deuis gets up, catching a whiff of the scents coated on me. Peep scampers off, abandoning me for my scolding and I give him a distraught look. 'Some friend, Peep!' I mind-scold him.

The midnight blue armor-like scales that cover Deuis shake slightly, giving off the sound of a thousand tinkling glasses. His beautiful scalene eyes pierce my ugly round ones and he puffs out his chest in a proud manner. He is far bigger than me or Godith, his head the size of four village wood caves and body about four times that, including his long neck and tail. He wraps his tail around me and puffs a small flame at me. 'No more outside.'

I freeze at the words and give him the saddest look I could muster but he stays strong with his punishment, sending me to the back of the cave where my fur bed lays.

I should probably mention right now I'm half Dragon. I bet you already picked that up huh? I have a pale complexion, almost white really, and the scales around my eyes are silvery, giving the ever so slightest shade of periwinkle in any lighting. The scales fade near my cheeks and new patches start on my shoulder blades, running down my spine all the way down my tail, completely covering it. My wings are sad excuses for wings with a thin, gauzy membrane stretched between the bones. Deuis sometimes teases me and says they're only for show but Godith tells me they will soon grow to normal dragon standards. My 'Nayulz', as the humans call them, are actually sharp claws I could use to rip prey apart. I don't though because how am I supposed to be someone's friend if I'm killing them? Now I should probably fill you in on some backstory. Where to start... Oh! I know! My old bed time story!

Once, in a land ruled by Dragons, there was peace between all creatures. Everything was wonderful and all could do as they pleased until one day, a human was found near the body of a dead Dragon. A war broke out and the mans numbers overthrew the lords of the skies. Many weeped tears and extinguished their fires, the ones that did not want to fight. Finally, the strongest and bravest of Dragons came before the most powerful of kings and requested a treaty. A human woman was all he wanted and the fighting would stop. The king agreed, knowing of a hideous, wretched Sybil who no one wanted, talked to, or even saw. He sent his guards to retrieve her she agreed but the ones who had seen her were so tortured by her foul face, they tore out their own eyes and killed themselves when even that could not wash away the horridness. The guards went back with the Sybil, putting a sack over her head to keep others from suffering the same fate. The Dragon, Xyrion, received her, thinking she was a fair maiden and removed the bag in front of the king. However, instead of ugly old tufts of hair, beautiful bright red locks cascaded down her back reaching well past her feet, and her face, instead of that of the worst nightmare on LSD after watching a Texas Chainsaw in a graveyard, the fairest face ever imagine times a thousand accompanied by the brightest forest green eyes the earth ever witnessed was present. Even her old haggard body was replaced with a newer, much more voluptuous and youthful body. The king was overtaken by her beauty and asked to keep her for a few days but Xyrion said it was not his choice, but the Sybil's. She refused and returned with the dragon to his cave where they.... Skip skip skip. And thus I was born! But the people thought I was a hazard and killed my parents trying to kill me. Some nearby Dragons helped them save me and they became my parents. I wonder who they are... (Sarcasm sarcasm sarcasm) anyways, that's the story of my life I guess.

I sigh and pull my furs over my head. Godith comes to comfort me and whispers soft Dragon lullabies in my ear. I end up falling asleep and dreaming of the handsome male who chased me up a tree.