Lightening, Witches and Dragons

The Lightening

Chapter Four

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Sharp teeth dripping with milacious saliva, speaking about my impending death was what I could see coming straight for me. Turning on the heal of my feet I sprinted for my life. As beautiful as the clearing was, the dragon, swinging his wings voilently to cover the distance between us was both alluring and dangerous. More so on the dangerous part.

This could be all a dream, my mind thought, and I would just get up now, but my instincts told me otherwise, they told me to make a run for it. So I did. I ran like my life depended on it, which it did. Entering into the thick forest again, I zapped passed the trees, the humongous dragon right at my tail. His huge stature and widely spreadout wings restricted him from entering the forest the same way I did, giving me an advantage. However, the small victory was short-lived as the creature pushed past the leaves and entered the forest from above. Quickening my pace, I knew I couldn't out-run it. Thus, I changed strategies and rather than moving straight, moved in different directions. Him, being huge and flying at an impecible speed made him hard to get a hold of me.

Pushing my legs to move faster, a tiny breath caught in my throat, when my left feet caught in an extending branch of a tree and I lost my composure. Planting my face first into the soil and dirting the front of my shirt were least of my worries. I could hear the dragon right behind me. I tried to get up but it was too late, he was already here.

Pushing past the last of the trees separating us he reached me. I turned and my eyes connected with the creature's murderous red one's and everything went still. Not even the ferocious wind blew. The birds chirping violently just a moment ago all of a sudden quited down. It was a moment of serenity and in that moment there was just me and the dragon. As his eyes fell upon mine he went stick-rod still too.

A feeling rose in my chest, burning and tugging at my insides mercilessly. The feeling of utter familiarity clouded my mind, roaming through my entire body and left past my lips. In that serene capture I could see the eyes of the dragon softening, caught with a connection. An expected connection electrifying between us. It was almost like I could feel what the dragon was feeling, and there was utter vulnerability.

An ear-piercing screech cut through our daze, jolting us back to reality. The dragon, moved as if he knew the screech, dashing towards the sound. Turning my head towards the source, a tiny, although willowy woman stood at a distance, patting the dragon. My heart pounding, I was confused, the dragon completely tamed, like he wasn't just chasing me to death a second ago. And what was that freezing moment?, I though. It made no sense.

A single look at the woman's eyes and I could tell she was no ordinary person. Wisdom and truth was blinking in her eyes blatantly. She had a tiny smile about her face, observing me the same way as I was doing her.

Then I blinked, and all went dark.

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What woke me up the next time was the sound of metal hitting metal. As I came about I could hear the unmistakable sound of bowls, spoons and plates moving around. I could instantly tell that I was in an unfamiliar bed, it being rougher than my own. The smell of food invaded my senses, making my stomach growl.

''How are you feeling, mamaka zeva?''

It shook me for a second as to how this woman knew that I was awake, when I didn't even move a muscle. I kept my breath even too, to not give myself away.

Taking a deep breath of the amazing smell surrounding me, I opened my eyes and tilted my head to look at the woman. She was facing in the opposite direction from me, steering the contents of the big pot with a large spoon. Taking a tiny taste of the soup- I could make out -and humming in satisfaction to the taste she finally turned. It was the same woman from before.