Shattering Reality - COLLAB WITH @AtomicDaDragon

Chapter 5

Atomic's Perspective

Ella went crazy back there. Like, really crazy. My gun was illegal, and I should have been kidnapped, but I wasn't. Serafina looks at me sadly.

''What's wrong,'' I ask her.

''Nothing,'' she snaps.

I put my hands in the air. ''Sorry. Didn't mean to make you mad.'' She shrugs. Something's funny with her.

The three of us fly in the air, pondering our fate.

''I don't want to save the world,'' Ella mutters. She told us her full story. Serafina cried. I stared in shock. I don't have much sympathy in me, and Ella sucked all mine away with her story.

We came across a village a few miles back. All the gossip was about us. Word is spreading. We have come to the conclusion the we need to hide. If not, we'll be leading a war by tomorrow.

But Serafina is really bothering me.

''Sera, what is wrong,'' Ella asks, picking up on her mood.

''Nothing,'' she growls, her shoulder length, sea green hair blowing in the wind. She sighs. ''Blossom,'' she finally lets out.

''Oh. That explains everything,'' I mutter. She will never see Blossom again. If a dragon is made mayor of a town, his/her soul is bound to the town. If the town is destroyed, he/she is weakened, but cannot die. It's like being in a sort of void. I feel her pain.

I don't say anything, because sometimes pain can't be mended by words. I sigh.

''We know we're going to hide, but where,'' Ella asks. ''No idea,'' I mutter. The news of Blossom has gravened us all. I see a town down below.

We all swoop down, to hear the town talk. Two dragons are whispering right next to us.

''Did you hear, the village by the sea was saved by three half dragons,'' one exclaims.

''The last ones in existence,'' the other cries.

Ella starts to shake in fear. I feel my face turn white. Word spreads fast.

''We need to go,'' Sera hisses. We fly away as fast as possible.

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We make a camp in the deep woods, where elves are rumored to live. The pretending fair folk. Some elves are good, but in the last war, a group turned bad.

I start a fire, pretending the logs are my enemies. I smile. Sera's wings droop. Her face is crestfallen. Ella sits in a corner, huddled in a ball, muttering to herself, rocking back and forth. I groan. ''What are we gonna do?'' I shout it to the sky. ''Gods, answer me!'' I say it sarcastically. Sera shushes me. ''What is this, a library,'' I mutter. She smiles a bit. Ella joins us by the fire.

''I don't want to fight,'' she repeats. I nod. Neither do I. But by all means, It's the only way to save our world. I'm sick of being bullied, sick of hiding in caves, sick of shooting an illegal pistol, sick of living in a dream. And if I'm sick of something, It'll end. I guarantee that. Even if I need to kill, I'll satisfy my needs. I've only known these girls for a week, but I'd give my life for them. They may not do the same, but I would, and that's all that matters. Because if humans destroy the world and dragons are sold as slaves, I'll kill, like I said, to keep the dragons free. Because I know how neglect feels. And I hate it.

Suddenly, a twig snaps. Ella and I spin around, weapons ready. Serafina turns slowly, and lets out a massive sigh. ''IT'S YOU,'' she says sardonically. A low, rumbling laugh comes from the trees. And then a voice that contradicts the laugh, high and cold, says ,''Dragons are not our friends. Leave, or we force you to leave.'' Elves.

An elf comes out of the shadows. Auburn hair, green eyes, and a dark green tunic, she has a bow on her back. I lower my gun, because elves are very touchy about human supplies.

Serafina groans. ''You cursed me! I can't be myself away from these two idiots because of you!'' ''Idiots,'' I mouth to her in question. ''It's for the good of the elf,'' she mouths back. I shrug.

''Leave, Serafina Andromedella Bystrom, or leave by force,'' the elf repeats. Sera's face turns white. She pulls out her sword. The elf laughs. ''You think you can beat me, Volkov, in battle?''

I whistle. Volkov. The best elven warrior of the millennium. We stand a great chance of winning. Fantastic.

''Ottosen! Ramussen,'' Volkov calls. Two male archers come into the light. Ella holds a bit of fire, and Volkov is slightly stunned. Then, Ella's eyes light up.

''Tan! Acheson,'' she calls. After a few seconds, two elves appear. Following them, hundreds more. I stare in shock.

''Attack,'' Ella yells.

And the clearing is thrown into chaos.