The Dragon Girl - The Beginning (English)

10.

"Quinten?" I asked surprised. How was this possible? I saw him burn!

He looked at me with an irritated look in his eyes. "Surprised I'm still alive huh?" I nodded softly. I didn't know whether I had to be happy that in the end I hadn't seen a death occur right in front of me, or should be dissapointed because the bully was still alive after all. Epecially now he was probably really angry. "Same here. I don't know what kind of fire that was, but it hurt me quite a bit." he said, after which he raised his arms, while he still looked at me with that irritated look. On his arms were a lot of burnings visable. 

I remained silent

"Hmpf, not even a sorry, huh?" he said.

Then I got pissed myself. "Dude, you tried to put me on fire first! If you hadn't done that, you wouldn't have those injuries now. So it's your own fault!" I said angry. That stupid dork, blaming me for what he did himself!

Quinten then looked very angry himself too. "You.. It.. Grr.." Instead of talking he raised his fist to hit me. However I wasn't really scared. He had hit me a few times before, and by now I knew really well how to avoid getting hit, seen his punch was always the same, always one big swing.

I prepared myself for the inpakt, but he didn't do it. His eyes went from mad to calm. Or at least, calmer than first. Then he dropped his arm again and turned his eyes away. 

"Whatever.. just come along.." he said. "The others are waiting." Then he walked out of the room, where he waited in the dooropening for me to come as well. I nodded softly, happy to see he hadn't hit me, but also a bit surprised because of that. Had he suddenly followed some anger therapie or something?

I walked out of the room, after which he walked downstairs before me. Even though the room I were in was so empty and looked so old, the rest of the house looked really pretty and modern. It was still pretty dark, but there was a lot of space and it sure was clean. Here and there I could look to some windows. It was night, so perhaps that was the reason for it being so dark, seen the lights too weren't all too bright.

We quickly enough were downstairs, where we entered the living room. This room too had a lot of space. At and around a big table there was a group of people talking, I guessed there to be around 15 men. 

"She's here." Quinten said. Then he grabbed a chair and sat down himself as well.

"Ah, great!" Edgar said. I recognized the two men from the break in at my home who were now standing at the table as well. Angrily I looked their way.

"What are they doing here.." I asked to no one in particular. 

One of the guys looked my way. "Oh, hello. My name is Harley." he said, after which he walked my way. I kept looking at him with an angry glare, and did a step backwards when he stretched out his hand towards me. He looked a bit dissapointed because I did that, but then simply lowered his hand.

"I would like to apologize for what happened earlier. But everything is alright there now. At least, the house is as good as it was before we entered, and your sister too is alright. We're really sorry abou-"

"I've already heard it all. I don't want to hear it, it doesn't interest me, I'm simply really furious at you guys. Why did you do that?! If you guys wanted to speak with me, you could've just asked that normally!" I said. As if their apologies would help get my father back!

He sighed, but understood it wouldn't work. Calmly he walked back to the other guy. The rest of the group too looked at me. 

One of the men then just started talking again. He seemed to be in his 50's, but his expression and body were as that of a soldier. He really looked like some kind of leader, and seeing the looks of the rest of the group, who payed their full attention to him as a group of followers, I was right. 

".. and that's where we need her. Alright?" The group nodded .

Before I could wonder what they were talking about, the soldier-man turned his face to me. "Would you please come here?" I hesitated, but then did as he asked. I felt really small and awkward between all those men. Were were the women? And the people of my age? Quinten was here, apparantly, so there should be others as well, right?

"Hello, my name is Ryan, one of the leaders of the group." I knew it. "We are quite busy with a mission, and are missing just one part of it. But thanks to the help of Quinten, who you probably know by now, we found you." he said. What does he mean, part? Did they think I was some kind of thing?

"Would you please like to help us with the mission?" he then suddenly asked. 

I laughed right in his face. "Do you guys really think I would want to help? After all that happened earlier?

He sighed. "What do you want us to do to make you forgive us?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe bring my dad back to live?" I joked. 

"Deal." he said. I looked at him with disbelief. What does he mean, deal. You can't bring people back to live.. Bullshit.. I thought.

"Yeah right" I said. 

"Oh, you don't believe me?" he said smiling. 

"No, ofcourse not. As if something like that is possible! It has never been possible!" I said. How could they make such stupid jokes?

He just kept smiling. "Have you ever heard of this statuette?" he asked, after which he picked up a photo and showed it to me. On the photo was a statue of a little dragon. It looked pretty cool, but I'd never seen it before. I shook my head.

"This statuette, my dear lady, is a very special one. It can only be used by people like us, people like you and me. It gives the user a special kind of powers. Sever powers, actually, to be more exact. And it is even so strong, that it can do the thing over which you think right now I'm crazy because I made a deal about it." I kept giving him a questioning look. "It can bring the dead people back to life. And no, that it not a joke." he said, still with that same smile on his face.

As if that would be possible. "And where is that statuette now?" I asked this Ryan. 

"The statuatte broke in two parts. One of them we have right here" he said, after which he pointed at a glass case which stood against a wall. In it indeed was a part of the statuette on the photo. "and the other part is right now in the hands of someone else." Great, another movie cliché in which the needed parts for something are spread here and there. However, this wasn't a movie. This was reality. Right?

"And you need me because..?"

"Because only someone with the same gift as the one you possess can bring the parts together again to make the statuette working again." I still looked questioning at him. While he was talking, it nowhere seemed to be that he was just making all this stuff up. Could this then be real? No, ofcourse not. Right? I looked at my arms again and remembered how there had been scales on them. Maybe it could be true, if such things as scales were possible as well.

"So, do you want to help us?" he asked.

"Do you promise me to bring my dad back to live?" He nodded.

I took a deep breath, thought for a second, and then made my decission. You never knew if it were possible after all.

"Deal."