DRAGON BLOODED

FIRST STAND

I stood sweating. Although I was excited, my hands quivered; my heart pumped. I gripped my sword tight. It was two meters long, made with: a beast tooth for my hilt, forged from the rarest metals. We had traveled to the man who holds the sky to retrieve a metal only found in heaven, we went down to depths of hell and retrieved the blackest, but one of the strongest metals and it was bound with a sapphire ribbon blessed by Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. My armor was scratched. My mother had forged it at Mount-Everest's sister Mount-Ebelow; a fearsome volcano. She had fought bravely but never made it out alive. She had knocked out it's tooth and in the gods sorrow, they blessed a ribbon and gave it to me. I was here to avenge my mother. The towns people said I looked like her, but my hair was blackened from cutting it as a sacrifice to my mother with her sword after toasting the metal over a fire. The rest was ginger, like hers.

I glanced to my right where John and Barney stood, they were twins; both sixteen. They had their sword drawn. Barney had steel armor forged by his own bare hands. His sword was given to him by Ares. It was like a needle at the end and in front of the hilt, it was like little hills, at the top of each one a spike. It's hilt was black polished wood with ancient symbols engraved into it. He was fit and muscular with a shining tan. His hair was cropped very short giving an appearance of stubble.

John was a tactical thinker, he did not have any special equipment but his sword was razor sharp so he could slice through the beast's scales. He had put poison on his sword so if the monster retreated it would die in it's cave. He was clad in the lightest of armor, made from the finest of buffalo hide over a simple green shirt and blue trousers. He had prepared himself by practicing dodging it's every attack. His hair was short, brown and smoothed back. He was small and lithe, clever on his feet.

To my left was Tiffany. She dabbles with spells and potion here and there. That's were John got his poison to go on his sword. She stood proud and happy to be saving this village. Her head was held high, her eyes bright and her chest puffed out. After trekking in the woods for an hour whilst lost, she found a staff. The top was swirled and it was dotted with moss. As she touched it it had chosen her. Her hair was dark oak brown with streaks of green in it. It was plaited neatly sitting on her back. She was wearing a blue robe. Down the middle from the waist, there was a streak of green with zig-zagging lace over it. It was ripped at the shoulders. It was given to her by an ancient wizard.

Next to her was Jacklin, the kindest, gentlest person in the village. She gives all her spare coins to the poor, she goes far and wide to pick flowers for the village festivals and she also always loves to help. She might not like violence, but she loves our village more than having to kill. But she is lacked on strenght, she made up with ditermination. She has good stamina so we all agreed she would distracted it whilst we killed it. Her hair was hazelnut in a plat wrapping half way round her head and clipped into her fringe. She had placed some flowers in it. She was wearing a white t-shirt and a pink skirt showing her pail skin.

We were standing where many had stood before. It was a deserted land; sandy and colorless. I looked back at home, the green grass, the the forest we all explored and the village I live in. There was a brown ribbon of dust leading up to the battle ground. The sky was misty and grey like every year to fight and the sun shone dimly across our hearts that were filled with trepidation. I imagined a black hole sucking away the only things I had left holding me up. I thought about what it had done. I need to kill it.

The ground shook. There was a gust of wind as it beat it wings. Then , louder than an explosion, it let out an almighty roar. I was filled with determination as I dashed up and stabbed him in the nose. It was useless. His metal like scales were a shield. I shivered. In fury, he swiped at me with his gigantic claws and I went flying. I forced myself not to close my eyes because I knew if I did I would wake in the hospital. I lay there knowing my comrades would be thinking I was either dead or almost. I was battered and scratched and my wounds bled and roared in pain. My clothes were stained and the tips of my hair were bathing in my blood.

It must have been five minutes before I got enough strength to get up. It stung horribly but I was not going to have the same fate as my mum. I started dashing and flung my sword at him it missed but I didn't. I ran into his leg. I looked up and gulped. It stared into the embers of my eyes as I stared back into his plum eyes. Though his face was dull brown, and his scales sharp enough to cut off your arm with one smooth slice, his eyes, they were so delicate. It started to get brighter and brighter then all I could see was white.

I closed my eyes. I repeated in my head "I am Abigail Lilith Zoey. I live in the little village of Huntington. People say I have the purest soul. I have come to avenge my mum. I am 14 years old and was born on 20th of March. I'm the fire of the village; Fiery, strong and brave." The world around me span. I started hearing voices from before: before me. "Is she the one Master?" "I don't know but make sure you kill her, they will fail! We will win!" "Could they win? I think i found her, I think this is her. Brave, fiery and strong".