"Help me! Somebody help me!" Cried a desperate young Aryia. "Please! Anyone please!" The Destroyer was attacking the village in which her flocked lived. She was one of the only ones left. Suddenly, she saw the head of the Destroyer over her and she stared at it in fear.
Suddenly, she saw a gust of flame hit the Destroyer. It was the Freedom Fighters. She cried out in relief and smiled and then started crying when she realised how much she had lost. "Ok guys, you know the drill, annoy it enough to make it retreat. Kalith, go search for survivors." Commanded Storm, leader of the Freedom Fighters.
Kalith flew low to the ground searching for any survivors. He soon heard crying and went to to the source of the crying and saw Aryia curled up in a ball, crying. "Mommy, Daddy, everyone." She wailed mournfully.
Kalith landed and walked towards her and and she saw him and ran to him and hugged him and sobbed on his shoulder. "Everyone is gone." She cried. Kalith, a bit surprised at her running up to him sighed and hugged her. "Shhh shhh. It's ok. It's ok." He comforted her. "Don't cry, let's get you out of here. My name is Kalith. What's your name?" He asked. "Aryia." she responded as she wiped her eye. "Aryia, that's a beautiful name." He said smiling. She smiled and cheered up a bit. "Lets go, come on."
They went to where Storm and the others were waiting. "The Destroyer has been chased away, but it will come back." Said Storm. "For now, lets go home."
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The Chronicles of Amaria
FantasyA wise dragon could be seen sitting on a rock overlooking an ancient war zone with a great history. He began to sing an ancient song of courage. #4 dragoness
