Dragonfighter

chapter 3

I was just five years old, when I was kidnapped by a tall man. He brought me to the so called camp. That was where they trained me. Not only me but about 100 of other children, which were also kidnapped by these monsters. It was the place of absolute horror and darkness, I used to cry myself to sleep, after trying to stop the bleeding of my wounds, but when I met Yveeqwa I was able to see the good in this world again.

He made me laugh even when my whole body was covered in bruises from the training. We shared everything, laughters, tears and everything in between. One time he went between me and one of our trainers who wanted to punch me to a bleeding mess for not being fast enough. In an outcome he wasn't allowed to eat for a whole month, so I gave him half of my meals for that time. When I was crying in my sleep he laid himself next to me and took me in an embrance so I wouldn't feel alone anymore. When he had bad bruises like finger-deep cuts, I made sure to clean and heal them. We were a team, two parts of a heart,one soul in two bodies no not a team we were more. Over the years I started to feel more for to him. I didn't want to risk our friendship because it was everything I had, so I kept quiet about my true feelings. The years went by and finally the camp had made us killing-machines.

Completely ruthless, never showing mercy, without a slightest bit of a soul. We were trained to be the most dead-bringing army in the complete realm. The training started with about 100 of kidnapped children but within the torture, the training, the rapes the girls were put through to learn to feel no pleasure and the tournaments against each other only 8 of us survived. Either one of us was capable of destroying a whole country for good within just a single night. Nobody and nothing could stop us. We knew hunderets of ways to kill a man with bare hands in the time of a blink, not to speak about the things we could do with any kind of weapon in our hands.

The only thought that allowed me to stay human at least a little bit,was the thought of Yveeqwa. Because of him I was able to hold a tiny bit of emotions inside my otherwise stone-cold heart. I didn't know how, but he was able to keep the cheers inside of his heart, he stayed the funny little boy I met such a long time ago as far as the situation allowed it. He reminded me of how to be human, how to be not the monster they want me to be. Although it wasn't easy. The monsters to train us changed nearly on a monthly basis, everytime there was a man who thought to be better than the current trainer,they fought each other till death. The winner of that oh so funny game was our next torturer and trainer. With so many changes, so much pain, so many bruises and the rapes I was barely staying alive. But Yveeqwa helped me not only surviving but also to never lose hope.

After we both passed the last test of our training we set aside at the river rushing through the forest a few feet away from the camp.It was easy sneaking away with the skills we gained over the years, so this became our little hideout, a secret place to escape the darkness of our young lifes.

"So we made it, huh?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"To be honest, there were times I wished I wouldn't survive this hell. That it would all just end, no matter in which way. But my wish was never granted."

"I know. You sometimes talk in your sleep and I like to listen to you. It kind of soothes me in those cold, dark nights."

"I'm talking when I'm asleep?", my face turned red. I just hope that I never talked about him.

"Kivara it's just like you to talk in your sleep. You need a place to say out loud what you really think and because of the monsters you can only do it in your sleep.", he smiled brightly at me. I loved that smile, he always looks so down, sad eyes trying to hide a tortured soul but when he smiles it's just as if never anything bad could happen. It seems as if there isn't anything bad in this world. I just need to think of him smiling and it brightens up my day.

"But I always sound intellectual when talking in my sleep, right?", I sheepishly grinned at him.

"Of course! Wouldn't expect anything different from you.", his smile turned into a slight laughter.

I had to laugh too. He never fails to cheer me up.

"I've got something for you, it's not much and it didn't came out the way I wanted it to be but I still want you to have it.", I reached in my pocket and pulled out a little lion-figure. I placed it in his hands: "Happy Birthday and congratulations, at the age of only 19 you're officially a killer now.", I smiled sadly at him.

"Always the sarcastic one, aren't you?", he looked at the thing I placed in his beautiful hands and layed an arm around me: "Thank you for the little lion. I love it, it's beautiful. Just like you."

"I thought I was the sarcastic one!", I winked at him.

"I mean it. Seriously, you are the most beautiful girl I know."

I was getting nervous about his words: "That isn't very difficult though I am the only girl that survived the monsters.", I tried to change the subject but I knew he was too stubborn to let me get away with it.

"Kivara, please listen to me. Just once. Now that we finished our training, we'll be sent out into the world, not knowing if we'll ever see each other again.",I flinched at his words. Till now I was pretty good at not thinking about that.

"Kivara, I want you to know what you mean to me, before it's too late. I've kept this a secret because I.... I don't know... maybe I was scared.... to lose you, our friendship.... I mean what we have is special... but you need to know, before it's too late...."

I felt overwhelmed by the feelings I kept hiding all along, the same feelings I just knew he wanted to tell me about. I felt how he was trippin over his own words, so I decided to free him from the need to say it out loud. I turned to him, layed a hand on his cheek, pulled him towards me and put my lips on his, careful, soft but still with a certain pressure. He seemed to stiffen at first, being surprised but then he put his hand behind my neck, pulled me closer to him and deepened the kiss. As our lips parted I whispered: "I feel the same." And with that his lips were on mine again.

It was the happiest moment of my life, all the pain, the torture, the darkness, nothing of it mattered anymore. But deep inside of me, I suddenly wasn't so sure anymore if it was right. Won't it be much more painful now to not be with him? Not knowing if he was alright? Not even knowing where he was? Before the kiss we could pretend of just being friends, pretending that we won't miss each other when we would be apart, now it was simply impossible pretending.

I broke the kiss: "Yveeqwa what are we doing?"

"Oh I thought that would be obvious, we're kissing.", he jokingly grinned at me, but I could see in his eyes, that he knew exactly what I meant.

"You know what I mean. We both know how stupid this is, to even think about having a chance, being what we are."

"Then I want to be stupid for the rest of my life.", he smiled and kissed me again.