He saw past her burning anger, a girl, lonely and broken. She had grown up in that village of course, there were no others for miles. Lonely and broken certainly wasn't how they saw her.
He listened intently to each story his mother had told him. Merely legends she said, though his father kept his imagination running wild with stories that weren't at all legends. They were facts and true tales of unbelievable achievements and battles. His favourite was her story, Athya the Dragon Girl. Her story drew his curiosity, every time it was told. She was an outcast in their eyes, but to him, she was wonderful. He hadn't lived to see the disaster she had brought, he had never witnessed the chaos she carried.
"I would advise not to fan the flames," he was told, "she is dangerous."
Flames he thought, confused, flames of what? He pondered this day after day. Perhaps, perhaps she wasn't at all as cold as they said. Perhaps she was filled with burning anger, and no one dared to put it out. He would be the one to reach out, he would show her that she isn't completely an outcast.
It was Winter at the time, he had a long, cold, lonesome journey ahead of him. He was up before dawn that morning, and soundlessly dragged his backpack up the hill, for it was much too heavy to carry. A boy, only 14, sought out to calm and to comfort the much feared Dragon Girl. As his mother always told him, "Godric, always care for those who are lonely and broken".
"She was a warrior." His father declared, "she defended the Dragons when they could not speak for themselves. She fought bravely against the people she had once called her own. A magnificent archer she was, and an incredible swordswoman, she was cunning and outsmarted all who crossed her. She started as an ordinary girl of the town, there was nothing special or extraordinary about her. Though, something stopped the fearless beast that mercilessly killed her companion, there was something about her -the ordinary town girl- that sparked the curiosity of the great beast of legend."
