A Dragon's Princess (no more tell published )

Chapter Eight

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  Chapter Eight

The Mystery Man

The stranger left the castle grounds and made his way to the village. He walked around enjoying the sights and smells of the village. People placing bids for cattle, women funding over dresses and handmade jewelry, the baker pushing his bread cart around. The man smiled as he found a sign with the word Inn written on it. The Inn looked nice he thought as he walked up to a wooden counter looking at the main room. The man behind the counter smiled at the stranger.

"How may I help you, sir?"

"Just a room if you have one please."

"Up the stairs, fourth door to your right," the man smiled and handed the stranger a key with a room number on it. The stranger placed a small sack of money on the counter, nodded and walked to his room. He dropped his pack inside his room and went to the dining hall to get some dinner.

After dinner, the stranger made his way down the hallway to his room. The man noticed that his room door, a strong door made of the finest oak, was wide open. There was no candle light in his room, making it hard for him to see anything. The only light was the moonlight shining in from his window.

"I knew you would come here," a voice said, coming from the darkness.

"Who's there?" The stranger asked.

He wondered what he had gotten himself into. He had already figured out that by contacting the girl he would be putting himself in danger, but he had wanted to see her.

"I said who's there?" The stranger asked again as he walked into the dark room.

"Look, if it is about the girl, I only wanted to help her. That's all and nothing else!" The stranger said as he stood in the moonlight staring into the darkness. Trying to see who he was talking to as he waited for an answer.

"Yes, I am here about the girl," The voice answered.

"What is it that you want?" The stranger asked nervously.

"I have a question," the voice in the dark answered.

"Okay, I will answer your question, but I'll only answer your question if you show yourself!" The stranger demanded.

"You must not tell anyone about this meeting. You got it?" The voice was strong and it made the stranger realize how much trouble he might be in.

"Well?" He asked.

"What kind of trouble have I gotten myself into?" The stranger asked as he scratched the back of his head. The man in the darkness stepped into the very little light that the room had making the stranger gasp.

Zander!

"Hey, I remember you! You were at the castle, standing next to the girl. How is she?" The stranger asked, a little relieved, but quite surprised at who it was.

"She is going to be okay... Wait... why do you ask? What do you know about her? Why do you care so much?" Zander had so many questions, but only a few of them could be answered. He wanted to know more about Abigail and why this stranger was interested in her.

"Well," the stranger began, "The reason why I care so much is because she is the most powerful being alive. She is the next heir to the dragon throne or at least I think she is," The stranger answered.

"Wait... what do you mean? She is just a girl; how could she be the most powerful being alive? And most of all how could she be the next heir to the dragon throne, and what does that even mean?" Zander asked quite confused.

The stranger continued, "She is basically a dragon. She has all the powers and all the abilities of a dragon and more. It is said that when a girl is born with red hair, she was also born with a curse, or a gift. It would be up to her to decide which one it will be. But, she has the blood and the powers of a dragon princess and that alone is why those men are after her."

Zander looked like he didn't believe the stranger. "I find it hard to believe you, Sir. She has not shown to anyone that she has special powers... I would know!" Zander said.

When he stopped talking, he started thinking. He was confused, but the more he thought about it, the more the pieces started coming together.

"Of course," he thought to himself, "it all adds up. The group of men that attacked me were after her, and that necklace the maids were complaining about is the symbol of the dragons."

"But she doesn't have any powers. Couldn't that mean that she's not the princess, but just a farm girl with red hair?" Zander asked out loud.

The stranger looked uncertain, "I'll have to check. You have given me a lot to think about...wait how old is she?" He asked Zander.

"She is almost sixteen," Zander replied as he looked around nervously, "I need to go now before someone sees me. And remember, this meeting tonight never took place. Got it?"

"Oh yes, this meeting never happened," the stranger replied.

The two men shook hands and then Zander left the Inn and secretly made his way back to the castle.

"Maybe she isn't my princess," the stranger thought as he started to get ready for bed. "The man from the castle seems to know her very well and if he said she didn't have any powers, then maybe that means she isn't the dragon princess." He felt guilty that he couldn't tell if she was the princess or not, he would have liked to have found her, The Dragon Princess.