Curse of a Dragon

Chapter 7

Avery Thorne

    Did she seriously just do that? I have an exam tomorrow and she just ruined probably the greatest weather casting I have ever done! Why does this always happen to me?

    I should say something. I should really say something. Oh who am I kidding? I'm all bark but no bite--wait I'm not a werewolf--forget I said that.

    The trees continued to burn around her pale figure. The only thing that stood out was her dark wavy hair that she violently pulled out of a perfectly executed braid. Her course lips formed a light-hearted smile as she walked with one hand placed on the top of her head, entwining her hair with her fiery finger tips. She walked backwards in an off-balence motion as if shocked by the sight around her. That may have been the most powerful fire casting I have ever witnessed.

    Although, that doesn't give her the right to tamper with my spells! Why do most witches brag about fire casting? What about ice? What's wrong with ice and snow spells? I like them.

    My eyes focused back on the girl. I have never seen her at the fortress before. She must be new or something. I pushed my bright red curls behind my ears and stomped my feet into the once frozen ground toward that stupid witch.

    "Hey!" I shouted at her. Her head jerked up with surprise. She still held out her palms in front of her that she was staring at so intensely before I confronted her.

    "Please, don't come any closer." She said cringing with fear. She shrugged her shoulders and tucked her exposed hands underneath her arm pits.

    "What is your problem? Do you know how much practice it took for me to conjure all that snow?" She looked less afraid now. She tilted her head to the side and rose an eye brow.

    "You created the snow?" I just said that didn't I? I nodded realising that she could be dangerous; I slowly reached for my wand tucked away safely in my jacket.

    "Yes. And you melted it with your damn flames of fury!" I shouted back at her. She sure is strange for a...a...supernatural.

    "That's incredible." Well thank you. I felt very flattered. I usually don't get complemented on my spell casting. This is new for me.

    Now that I think about it, she doesn't look very dangerous. I carefully returned my wand back to my coat pocket. "So what's your name?" I asked her trying to make conversation.

     "I'm Viveca Cornela." Why does that name sound familiar?

     "You sound familiar. Have we met before?" I asked her. She tilted her head and squinted her eyes. I guess we haven't met before.

     "I don't think so, I would've remembered you. You may have heard of me though." She explained. "I'm from the kingdom of Lormont."

     "You're a royal?" She nodded. "Then what hell are you doing out here?" She looked troubled, as if something haunted her. Viveca turned slightly away from me and stared at her hands once more. Something must've happened in the kingdom that brought her here.

     "I...I...well, I...am not...normal, I guess is what you could say." From the trembling in her voice, I could tell that she is afraid of that memory or maybe someone in particular. "You know how Lormont is a Supernatural-hating kingdom right?"

     "Everybody knows that. If someone is accused of being a Supernatural, they are sentenced to death or some sort of punishment." I informed her. She breathed lightly and avoided eye contact with me.

     "Well, I am not all human. I have a curse that causes me to transform into a...a dragon." So that's why she's here. They must've found out.