The Beast

Some Scars are deeper than they seem

"Whoa, hey, how come she gets to go along with you, but I can't," Azara complained, pointing at Dexa.
"Last time I checked, you don't have any useful combat skills to kill that thing. Dexa on the other hand has magic that will help greatly," Azalea explained, crossing her arms.
"Knowledge is the strongest thing you could have in combat. Lucky for you, I have tons of that. Please, Azalea, I can help, I know many things about fire dragons. What I know may just help you in the long run," Azara begged.
"You are allowing them to go with you, but not me! That is so many levels of messed up, Azalea!" Ylva screamed as Azalea nodded her head, agreeing with Azara's statement.
"It's because you're too young, Ylva! What would mom and dad think if I actually allowed you to tag along? They don't even like that you come outside the walls with us! They're so not going to like you hiking up Mount Morthal to kill this dragon," Azara argued, looking at his younger sister like she's crazy.
"He has a point, Ylva, and how did you know it is there," Dexa asked.
"Dragons like mountains, duh. Also, I saw it flying in that direction," Azara answered.
"Who cares what mom and dad think, Azara! I'm my own person, I don't care if they're my legal guardians or if all of you are my elders. I'm going with all of you no matter what," Ylva cried. Turning on her heel, Azalea walked towards the remains of the place she was forced to call home for half of her life. Throwing the burnt, wooden planks to the side, she uncovered a weapon case. Reaching inside the broken glass, she pulled out an ebony dagger.
"Don't worry, mom, I'll bring this to good use for you," she muttered, throwing the case to the side, shoving the blade into her sheath, and jogging back to the gates.