Dragon's Rage (Rewrite)

Chapter 11: Closure

Shattering, breaking, broken. The process of my heart goes slower everyday. I can only hope that I would be fixed up once again, but every day the chances are lower. Soon, I will break.

It has been over a week after my mother's death. Within a week, my whole world seemed so different. I have not spoken to anyone since. Everyone around me were cruel, judgmental, and monsters. These humans did this to her, they are the cause of her death. My heart was filled with rage at this point, and I knew I would soon crack.

I burned our house down the day after my mother's death so that her dragon blood would disappear. The blood of a dragon was able to give immortality to those who consume it, and I was not willing to give it to anyone. I took my mother's body and made it into ashes. Sealing her ashes away was not hard, they would stay with me forever as long as I live.

My mind was cold and silent at this point. There was no liveliness in my heart now that my mother was gone. She was the only one that I could truly enjoy being around without feeling uncomfortable with, and she was the only that I could trust. Now that she is gone, I am all alone once again. My parents were both gone and I am all alone once again. My family's bloodline will stop with me once I am brought to my own death.

Depressing thoughts were never my thing, but with both of my parents gone, I had nothing left to live for. If my mother was right here, she would lecture me on how I should not have these thoughts. It would be pointless to give my life away over something I could avenge. Hearing one of her long lectures would not hurt me right now.

I did not know my father well enough to know what he would say to me, but I did know that he was a good leader at his time. He would probably tell me to get over it and live another day. His words would be imitating and aggressive, but he would do it all for getting back at what would have happened. I must have gotten my attitude from him.

Holding my knees close to my chest, I stared out at the sunset. I never truly appreciated the surroundings that was given by nature itself. I was always blinded on my goal, but that was my only passion. Now, I am not truly sure. My only hope was gone and I am on my own for this journey.

My hand came down to my neck, where I touched the small locket. With the wind blowing in my face gently, I closed my eyes slowly. It felt so peaceful even with the noisy racket of the car horns, and people talking left to right.

My ears perked a bit as I hear footsteps coming from every direction, but one particular footstep stopped right in front of me. My eyes slowly opened, and I was faced with a pair of legs with black leggings on and heels. I slowly looked up at the figure in front of me, seeing Anya. She wore the typical suit and tie, but with an office skirt.

"Viper." She simply said, looking down at me. "Why are you on the streets?" Anya questioned me, but I only turned away from her. I was not in the mood to talk, not even with the ones that my mother seemed to have trusted. "Viper, answer my question."

Anya kneeled down to me, placing her hand onto my cheek and made me look at her. My eyes shifted into my dragonic eyes, but quickly shifted back into the human iris. "I do not want to speak with you." I muttered.

Her eyes narrowed then sighed. "At least answer why you are not home."

"It is gone. I burned it down." I grabbed a hold of her wrist, moving her hand away from me. "My mother is gone, so I do not wish to keep that place to remind me of her. It will only bring me depressing thoughts."

Anya stood back up, fixing her square rimmed glasses. Her arms crossed as she looked at the people that walked by us. She then looked down at me, her icy blue eyes staring right into my golden ones. "Get up."