The Dragon Warrior [Completed]

The Visitor

   Snickers made their way through the field as Myra realized what I had said. Dumbfounded, she spun on her heel to look at me. Just as she was about to stutter out her sentence, the headmaster came into view.

   "I have an announcement for you all." His long beard danced with the wind as he spoke.

   "There is a very special visitor coming tonight. To celebrate his arrival, there will be a banquet. I want you all dressed in your most formal attire." There was a stir in the group of students. They seemed to itch, with the desire of talking to each other.

  Right after class was done, I headed for my room, alone. I didn't want anymore of this boy drama. When I reached my room, I noticed something. There was a sticky note on my door. It read;

Meet in Bridgeperch at 3 p.m. I owe it to you.

- Bree

  I was surprised at the invitation. It was currently 1:30 a.m and I had about two hours to get to my "destination." To my horror, my closet was basically empty. The only dress I had was a flower print dress. It definitely wasn't formal. Just to be casual, I put on a simple white blouse and black mini skirt. In a matter of seconds, I found my destination and made my way. I hadn't seen Niko or Marc, which is actually something I was glad about.

   Reaching my destination, I began to realize where I was located. To my left was a salon, a mall and a burger shop? This must be the middle of the town. I thought. Not a minute later did I see a little brown head emerge from the unusually big crowd of people.

  "Hey! It's me Bree. Remember?" She waved her hand at me.

  "Yes! I do believe I remember you" I said with a fake accent.

   We both stood there for a moment before laughing our heads off.

   "I want to thank you for standing up to Myra. She has no idea that I am here, so I decided to show you something."

   At first, I thought she was going to drag me into one of the malls, but instead she surprised me by walking into a tiny little run down shop. It smelled like lavender and the ocean. I couldn't help but think of Marc and his curly blonde hair. The mood kind of shifted when Bree lit some candles and blew out the old wicker lamp.

   "So, what are we doing here exactly?" I asked Bree

   "My grandmother used to own this shop when she was just a dastri."

   "A dastri?" I looked at her in confusion.

   "Well, first I need to tell you something, then I show you something." She said uncertaintly before taking a deep breath.

I'm just a matter of seconds, what I thought was Bree had transformed into a evil-looking, bloodsucking vampire. I reared back in surprise, while taking a welp with me. Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she hadn't slept in years. How could something so innocent be so....scary?

Hey everyone! I just finished in record time. I would like to dedicate this chapter/part to magimr for being such a great best friend. Hope you have enjoyed so far!

Here are the questions.

1. Do you still trust Bree?

2. What do you think Dastri means?

3. Was that a cliffhanger to you?
(Optional)