ON HOLD (EDITING) Rise of the Dragons: Beginning

Chapter 1

I've put in a pic of Lya. Do you think she matches the character?

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Lyra awoke with a start, her heart hammering against her chest.    

Taking deep breaths she sat up, cradling her head in her hands. The burning red-black mist that had invaded her mind was gone. It had felt like acid, choking her, till another mist had come. It had been bright and pure and filled her with joy. The sliver-green mist has appeared chasing away the red-black mist, and then she had awoke.

 Lifting her head Lyra saw the cardboard that had been taped over her window and her heart filled dread as she remembered that today was the start of the triad. The triad happened once every twenty years and lasted for three years. During those three years no one was safe. Soldiers from the king came, capturing whoever they could, for a reason that no one knew. Bandits roamed near peoples’ houses. The triad was especially dangerous to people who had pure auras. People like me. 

 However, no one knew this but me, my uncle, and best friend. This was because people with pure auras were very rare and special. People with pure auras were a sign of the lost dragons.

 Lyra swung her legs off the bed and got up. It may be the triad but things still went on like normal, which meant school. The only difference is that you went everywhere with weapons.

 Lyra splashed her face with water from the basin in the corner of her room. Walking back to her bed, Lyra bent down and dragged a box out from under the bed. She looked at it for a minute before opening it. She took up a short-sleeved tunic, tight trousers and shoes. The trousers were black with a green belt. The tunic was silver with wide green lines. At the bottom of the tunic the two sides were slightly open to reveal the green belt on the trousers. The shoes were black with silver-green stripes.  There was also something else, but she put it aside, staring at the clothes.

 They were exactly the right size for her, a sixteen year old. Lyra gazed at the clothes, shocked. Her uncle had found her when she was six years old. She had been unconscious, lying in front of his door when he came home from a hard day of farming. Next to her had been a box which had a note stuck to it. All the note said was, her name, and not to open the box until the triad. Lyra had no memory of her past. 

 Now Lyra realised why whoever had left her had written it. During the triad everyone must wear a suit like this but in the colour of their aura which only their parents knew. As another thought entering her mind, Lyra gaped at the clothes. Her aura was silver. The rarest aura in the world. But why was there green. She was a pure aura, she only had one colour. Then, she realised that maybe it was to disguise the fact that she was a pure aura.

 Still amazed, Lyra put on the clothes. Then she looked inside the box once more and what she saw sent her mind reeling. It was a sword. Reaching inside the box, Lyra picked it up. The sheath was a flawless silver. The hilt of the sword was green, with a silver line running across it. Lyra pulled the sword out of its sheath, and looked at it in amazement. The colour was a mixture of bright silver and glowing green. 

 Carefully, putting the sword back its’ sheath, she attached it to the belt around her waist. Forcing her gaze away from the sword, Lyra picked up her brush and released her wood brown hair from its ponytail. It fell down her back reaching a few centimetres past her shoulders. I was straight but curled slightly at the bottom. Bending down Lyra, pulled on her socks, before putting on her shoes.

 Standing up again, Lyra walked to stand in front of the narrow but long mirror. A person she did not recognise stood looking back at her. The person was stunning and mysterious at the same time. Lyra’s eyes flickered back to the swords. She wouldn’t need her uncles spare anymore, she had her own.

 Smiling at the thought, Lyra turned and walked out of her room into the kitchen. Her uncle Hertay was facing away from her, but he turned around at the sound of her approach. His eyes widened as he took in the colour of my suit. “Your silver kid”, he managed to say. I nodded stiffly. Then he smiled and I relaxed. “Always knew you were special.” I grinned back at him.

 He walked over to me, holding out something. “Here, its’ my best sword. Use it the way I taught you and you’ll be fine. Don’t worry kid.” he said to me his jaw tightening.

 “Uncle I don’t need it. There was a sword in that box too.” I said softly glancing down at it. Following my gaze my uncle looked down and his jaw dropped. He stared at it for a minute and then he looked back at me, a hesitant smile breaking across his face.

 “Well that’ll keep you safe. No one would dare hurt you while you have that.”

 I started to rain outside and I sighed. We both listened to the sound of the heavy rain for a minute. Suddenly, he reached behind him and picked up a small dagger, bending down to attach it to my belt so it was hidden beneath my tunic. “Just in case”, he told me, seeing my confused look. Then he stepped forward and hugged me, squeezing my shoulders when I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Be safe kid”, he whispered in my ear, before letting go of me.

 “I will,” I answered. Turning, I quickly drank some water and scoffed down a piece of bread as I was already late.