"You know what your name sounds like?" I ask.
"What?" he says
"Rain. I don't like the rain."
He looks at me with an unamused face and says, "You're not funny."
"Well then Mr. Serious."
"Where exactly are we going and how much farther? I don't want to go too far from my path that I have set."
"We are almost to my cave." I say
"You're cave?" he stares at me with a puzzled and a bit of a concerned looked.
"Ya, my cave."
"So you have a dragon and a wolf and we are going to a cave. Wow, could I have chosen such a suspicious and mysterious person?" he says mumbling to himself.
I'm not sure if I was suppose to be here that so I just ignored it.
"We just have to get up this small little hill."
"A small hill on this huge mountain. Better not be lying."
"I'm not."
YOU ARE READING
Sparks of Fire
Fantasya story about a man who has a bad history and meets a women in the woods who was raised by a dragon and a wolf. (i'm horrible with descriptions) (the chapters are short)
