World War 3 |Fantasy Edition|

Chapter 10

"There! Stop her!" Now they were running towards me on the dust. Emeralzy growled at them and lifted her wings, snapping the chains. She lifted her front feet and then lifted her back feet and broke the four ropes. She charged at them, knocking them down when they tried to go into the cage. I looked out and saw Emeralzy attacking them. Breathing a blue fire at them, burning them, stabbing them with her claws and finally killed one. I heard for footsteps hurry down the stairs. I grabbed the torch and ran towards Dew's cage. I broke the lock and burned the two chains like for Emeralzy. Instead, he charged forward, breaking the ropes. He joined Emeralzy in killing the last person and waiting for the others to go down the stairs. I went to ShiningMoon's and broke his lock, but before I could get to his chains, he strained out of the ropes and desperately broke through the chains. He charged towards the two dragons and stood besides them. Finally, the shadows came and the men were here. Everyone from the village raid was there. Even Erian and Tarleo, leading the raid. "How did you break free?! Stupid dragons!"

"A mysterious figure saved them from the cages! Burn!" Emeralzy yelled at Tarleo.

"Stop talking like that, you dragons annoyed the heck out of me when I was with you." He growled.

"You don't have the right to speak to a Dragon Tamer's dragons like that. I might as well give you your penalty now." I climbed onto Emeralzy and jumped down in front of Tarleo.

"Like you do anything one-eye." He smirked at me.

"You know, extra penalty for being bad at comebacks. You get to watch your friends die." I smile, "Traitor." He glared at me as he realized who I was. "Thought I died in what you call a jail? Hah! Like I said, you can't tame a dragon." I reached behind me and grabbed my sword from the back of my sword case and sliced the throat of a man who charged at me, creating a half circle of blood. The blood stained the tip of my sword as I charged, cutting off hands and feet while I passed them, creating blood trials. At this, the old me would feel sick and cry because I didn't like seeing death. But now, now I will kill everything in my way. In this world, it's kill, or be killed. Tarleo growled as he stared at his now dead team mates. He went behind his back to grab his sword, but I ran and placed my sword in his neck, stopping him in his trails. I watched the blood trickle down my sword as I cut a deep wound in his neck that he will forever scar. "You chose wrongly. If you chose my side, you wouldn't bare this scar of defeat to show disappointment to your team mates. You failed everyone. I guess now you don't deserve any side." I glared deep into his eyes, reading his thoughts. There was fear in his eyes, mixed with hatred and defeat. He knew, that I could slice off his head right now. And that's his thought. He's daring me to kill him. "You want to die that badly?"

"Of course. Do it, you could."

"I know I could, but eh, what's the point? It's not how I roll. I let leaders free with a scar to show defeat to the team that they have no chance of losing."

"Heh, I'm a general. If I were the leader, you would be dead right now. He's like you, a Dragon Tamer. But he's stronger than you, Leader of the Enemy." I sighed.

"You need to get back with the time! You're leading this army, so you're the leader in my eyes. And besides, if you were leader, than we would have an equal fight, but you can't beat a Dragon Tamer, so.... now you make me curious on who your leader really is?"

"No one to concern you." I sighed again and let go, putting my sword back into the sword case on my back. He fell to the ground and immediately shot up and glared at me, covering his scar.

"Hmm... of course you wouldn't tell me who your leader is.. I honestly don't even care. So, run along and bloat to your teammates how you 'won' our little match." I smiled my famous taunting smile.

"Witch. You deserve to burn in hell." I started to smirk at his saying and couldn't help but chuckle a bit at this.

"Alright. But I guess you can call this revenge. You ruin my vision and most of my fighting skills, and on top of that, give me a scar to show my lose. So, I gave you a scar, that costed you the loyalty of your own members. A scar for a scar, seems fair to me." He growled as the blood glimmered through the cracks of his fingers and follow his arm down to his elbow to only drop into a puddle of red. I heard footsteps rush down the stairs and a shadow seeped into the light as someone ran down the spiraling stairs. Familiar black hair and dark blue eyes appeared at the stairwell. Erian. Both traitors who I thought dearly as an ally. "Tarleo, I found footsteps from Kitty on my way here, I know exactly where-" His eyes drifted onto me to where his words fell to the ground and he was cut off.

"Nice to meet your services, old friend. I was just leaving anyways." I bowed as if I was in a dress and heading to a ball that happened years and years ago.

"Kitty?" I squinted my eyes and glared at him as I read his eyes. Fear. Loving. Happiness. Guilty. Confused. Sadness. Why? He felt all these emotions but why no hatred? I looked back at Tarleo whose eyes were filled with hatred. Could this be?