A Girl And Her Dragon

Prologue (3rd person)

As the dark sky arose, it was hit with a bright light from the moon. Full enough to find your way through the dark, but dark enough that the green grass was not a noticeable green. It is darkened making it impossible to see anything on the ground, but you can hear a swift of footsteps as quiet as a mouse.

 Each step was avoiding to make any loud noises. The steps brush the grass slowly and calmly. Each step took them closer and closer to the goal. A house that sat in the grass. 

The outer walls covered in dark grey paint, making it smoothly blendable with the night sky, but not an easy miss for someone who's looking for it. The light in the house was only on in one window that had a white curtain hiding what was inside of the house. It cast a shadow quickly across.

 The once quiet footstep became louder. As their shoe met a new substance that they had never felt. Curious them both touch it. The hard rock that was no stone but rather concrete. As the footsteps traveled down the concrete one patch was rather special. A square box of light had been there. Making the same shape of the window and making the shoe want to avoid such touch. The shoe travel down the concrete avoiding such heat and making it to the window. 

Fingers soon had emerged from the dark world. Slowly touching the ledge. Each finger gently gripped the ledge totaling up to ten fingers. The ten fingers then clutch up to an enormous amount of weight being added. Reveling a burgundy colored hood with an outline of an old gold, but the head was not done as brown hair popped up that was darker than all browns and the skin of a light brown man, which get darker every day by the sunlight. 

The head stopped right under the eyes. The dark brown eyes that could even let you see your reflection in them.

 His eyes looked through the holes in the curtain and are able to see a familiar place.  The countertop of a black marble with the cabinets of a spruce wood tree. The floors had a consist of wood that travels farther down in the house. The fridge had a green tint that didn't match the pattern of the place. The stove was a shiny black. The eyes slowly went back down.

 "There's no sigh of them," The figure in the shadow said. Voice was very quiet so no one but his partner could hear him.

 The figure lifted his head up to be shocked that something had walked in. The figure had the body of a woman. The hair was a wavy red that beats the sun when it comes to dark red. Her skin was pale as the sand but does not glow to make a noticeable difference. She wore a red dress that had an outline of black. It made her hair grow more attention but what blew everything off was the blue eyes. The eyes were light that it could even make the sea jealous of its beauty. Though the figure in the shadow was not interested in the woman beauty at all. The woman slowly turned around to be holding a second hand of beauty. 

The youth of life.

 She was motionless and still. Her breathing was soft but still could have been heard. The hair was the mix of the red from her mom and the brown from her dad. Making an equal distribution of a reddish-brown hair with the expected fluffy and curly hair. Her skin was tan but not as pale as her mother and not as dark as the figure. The eyes were closed, but you can see the movements of her eyeballs.

 The women soon walked away out of the kitchen. It caused the figure in the shadow to duck down. "Does that fit the description" the deep voice shadow ask. "Looks to be," Said a rather female voice. Each still crouch down. 

Then a quick flash of lights pop on startling the women but the man stayed still. The figures turned to the direction of one of the windows that had the light on. Slowly they reached the window and once again they peer over the ledge. Seeking through this window there was a consist amount of pink in the room. The pink was light an faded. The women were seen in this room slowly putting the child down. Leaning in to kiss the forehead and leaving the room. Turning off the lights and shutting the door slowly so the baby didn't wake up. 

"This is our chance," the female shadow said as she clutches on the male. 

The male shadow slowly fades back up to peer at the child. It had shifted to face towards the window. The man took a deep breath and place his finger on the ledge. The man arms reached up to grab the ledge of the window. It slides open without any issue. and pulled his body in. The once just head and eyes emerge into something bigger. 

The chest had come out being all marked burgundy, but with a moon crest that was in a waxing crest. It was colored in a dirty gold. As you reached the hip the all-out burgundy robe showed. Stopping just below the knees. The robe had a rope tied around the hip and carrying a sword made of iron. The sword can reflect even the tiniest of light making even the strongest weak and the weakest strong. He wore pants that were a baggy fit and had the color of burgundy. The shoes were made from the finest leather they had. It helps keep their steps soft, but not safe from the dangers of the world. Finally, the man made it over the ledge and is finally standing up after crouching so long. His height was taller than the average man. He was skinny as a snake but built like a lion. 

Slowly the man sneaks up to the baby. His face reached close to the baby inches away. The man was smelling the blood of the baby. The baby blood was no normal blood. It was the blood of a Gritter. The baby blood had a reek of the blood. Causing the man to pull back because of the burning smell of the blood. 

The man smiled and lean in to grab the child. Slowly picking her up and having her lean close to his body. The man smiled never fade as he looked up. 

He saw a picture of the child and her parents. The picture was just them hugging together. The man slowly walked over to the picture and grabbed it. He broke the frame apart and held the picture in his hand. Slowly walking away from the shelf he saw the picture on. He reached the window and handed the baby to the women. Then he tucked the picture into his robe. Making sure it is stable.

 Then headed out the window. Landing on the grass not caring if it was quiet or not. The man moved his fingers towards his mouth and made a bird noise, except it didn't attract any regular bird.

 As it was seen as a shadow passing by the moon. Big and aggressive is what you would describe it. The shadow in the sky quickly emerge to the ground no longer a shadow, but a dragon.

 Its black scales was the only color that defined it. Its eyes are blue. It slowly walks towards the man and the women. The man reached out his hands to touch the dragon. Petting it on his head before hopping on the beast. The man scoots back and lets the woman get on in the front. With a swift of a few words. The dragon flew off. A quick spin around and head towards the sea, but the night was not over. As a screamed had formed from behind.

 It faded as they left the land, but will never leave their minds.