The Dragon Warrior [Completed]

Preparations

Juan? Little Juan?

"Weren't the wedding preparations postponed along with the wedding?" William asks, blocking the door's entrance.

"Yes, but your father asked that she be fed and prepared ahead of time. The maid will arrive in an hour or so." the boy says quickly.

I'm still confused about his last name. When did that happen?

"Very well then, I expect my fiance to enjoy her meal. Any complaints and you will be burnt, badly." William threatens.

The boy then bows, followed by William leaving the room.

I feel so much better.

As soon as he leaves, the boy closes the door behind him.

"Juan?" I ask cautiously, watching as he takes off his hood.

"Jennifer." He smiles and runs towards me.

After a bone crushing hug, he frantically rushes to the cart, fishing out something from the bottom.

"Here, drink this." He hands me a small bottle with a strange blue liquid swirling within. "It'll make you feel better by neutralizing the spell's affect for a while."

I quickly gulp it down, feeling a coolness flow throughout my body.

"How did you come here?" I ask, finishing the rest of the liquid.

"I just knocked out another servant and stole his cart." He says proudly.

"No, I meant how did you arrive here."

"Oh, Marc sent me. We met not a lot time ago. I was looking for medicine and stumbled upon him."

How come Marc didn't tell me?

"How are you going to get me out of here then?" I hesitantly ask.

"Well, in our situation, the best thing to do at the moment is just keep playing along. Of course until the actual wedding. By that time, Marc and all your friends will be ready. If not, we escape together."

I slowly smile, leaning against the mahogany dresser. It's surface is cool, as well as the rest of the furniture. My senses begin to tingle, fingers shaking unexpectedly.

"Is there a dragon near here?" I almost whisper, as if I can hear the beast.

"Yes, I actually think they have one captive near the dungeons." Juan says, pulling something else out of the cart.

"In the dungeons?" My blood begins to boil.

"Yes, I believe its for the prisoners." He replies, turning to me.

He hands me a beautifully carved bow, made of cedar for the upper and lower limbs and sinew for the bowstring. Its thoroughly polished, wood glistening in the  faint light.

In his other hand is a large quiver, holding about 25 arrows. Small, but larger in number. I pull one out, inspecting the arrowhead made of carved bone. But the bone was strange, like if it could break easily, but was still very dense.

"Where did you get all of this?" I ask, curious about the arrows.

"I made it by myself, d-do you like it?"

"Of course, I love it!" I was yet again impressed. If only I could just possibly demonstrate my skills...

In a hurry, Juan gathers back all the equipment, stuffing it into the hidden skirts of the cart.

"Wait, what happened to your last name?" I ask quickly as he puts on an apron.

"That was fake. I'm pretty sure we'd be in a different situation if everyone knew I was your younger brother here."