The Dragon Rider Vol. 3 Red Moon (COMPLETED)

Nine

Sitting on my bed with her hands clasped together, mother smiled at me with a small smile before standing. She looked upset and as she moved closer to me, I now noticed her tears. Rushing towards her, I grasped the tops of her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" looking her over I searched for any cuts. "Are you hurt? Sick?"

Snorting, mother shook her head. "I'm so sorry I kept everything." Sighing, she turned. Taking a seat back on my bed she continued. "For years I made you think your real father had been Robert. I should've told you Toban was your father, I just-."

Grabbing her hands I kneeled down in front of her. Tears were streaming down her face, and I could see how much this was hurting her. I couldn't blame her for anything. She had done all of this to protect me and to get away from Toban.

Gripping her hands tighter I fought back the tears that I felt prick my eyes. I could only imagine all the pain she went through with him. All those night wishing she could run away, or just waiting for him to come and take her again.

"You did nothing wrong." Licking my dry lips, I felt a pressure in the back of my head. Ignoring the feeling, I focused on mother. "You were taken from your family, shoved into a world you didn't even wish for. How could I blame you for everything?"

Closing her eyes, she shook her head. "If I had of listened to my father and left when we first got the warning, you wouldn't have been brought up into this world of hatred and war."

"If you hadn't of left I wouldn't be able to know how strong of a women my mother was." I had to get her to see that none of this was her fault. She was week now from everything that she had one through. I stood to my feet, pulling the edge of the blanket back from my bed.

"You need to rest." Helping her standing, I helped her onto the bed. "Sleep, mother. You look weak."

Lying down in the bed she pulled the blankets up to her chest. She looked so pale and if I didn't know any better I would think she was sick.

"I did love him, Robert that is."

At her words I couldn't help the smile that graced my lips. He loved her too. Knowing that the two people I would always call my parents did love each other, settled my anxious heart. Nodding I smiled. "I know."

Leaving the room I made my way towards the healing room. Along the way I couldn't help but notice how many Elvish guards there were around the hall ways. It seemed like they were waiting for something bad to happen. Shaking the feeling from my mind I pushed open the door to healing room. Situated in the middle of the room with a book in her hand, Marry seemed to be busy reading through something.

"Can I help you, Abagail?" her voice was gentle but a hint of humour was stuck in her throat.

"How did you know it was me?"

Closing the book in her hand she gazed at me with a smile. "You have this powerful energy about you no matter where you are. You can thank the great book for that."

At the mention of the great book I felt my heart sink. I knew I still had a lot to think about when it came to becoming the great book. The last thing I wanted was the dragon race halting because of me.

"My mother needs something to give her some more energy. She has been through a lot and I want it to help heal her."

Her smirk grew at my words. "I thought you didn't want help from us healers?"

Licking my lips, I felt my hands balls into a fist. "I don't but my mother does."

"Very well." Moving towards the various bottles on a shelf, her fingers danced across a few bottles before it stopped. Grasping the bottle in her hand she turned to me. "This will help your mother to sleep. Whilst sleeping the healing agent inside will help restore her energy she lost whilst with that vile man."

Placing the bottle in my awaiting outstretched hand, I went to pull away only to have her grasp my hand tighter.

"You need to choose, Abagail."

Pulling my hand away from hers with a hard tug, I glared at her. "What I decide to do will not be any of your concern."

"It will concern every living thing in this world, Abagail. Your choice is greater than you think."

"Why?" I asked. "Why is it such a big thing for me to choose?"

"Every day you leave it, the harder your choice will come. You're already letting people get close to you."

Gritting my teeth I glared at her. "I will make the choice when I'm ready."

Slamming the door behind me I felt the anger surging through my veins. I knew I had a choice to make and I didn't need her reminding me of it. I had already chosen what I wanted to do.

Quietly opening the door, I snuck into the room. I didn't want to wake her. Gazing at her face I couldn't help the small smile that graced my lips. She looked so peaceful, almost as if the past seasons hadn't happened. There was no bad people after her or the dread of waking up to be tortured, only the quiet night that would sweep her away into good dreams.

Placing the bottle down onto the floor below, I carefully crawled my way onto the bed just like old times. Whenever I would have a bad dream I would sneak into her blankets to feel safe again. Curling up in front of her I felt mothers arm wrap around my shoulders before I was pulled into her chest.

"Sleep, my child."

Closing my eyes, I listened to her steady heart beat that effortlessly lulled me to sleep.

***

Opening the door to her room, I watched as she slept with her mother. She seemed so peaceful. Her hair fell slightly onto her eyes as she slept, her mouth slightly open.

Running my fingers along the side of her cheek, I felt the tingles that ran from my fingertips up my arm. I could only imagine what she had been through. From seeing her go through poison to now losing her father figure.

Leaning closer towards her, i kissed her. Her lips were soft against my chapped ones, but the tingles sent my body into over drive. Pulling away before I did something I shouldn't, I turned to leave.

"She loves you, you know."

Turning to the voice, i nodded.

"Don't hurt her."

"I wouldn't dare." Closing the door, I leant my back against it. Sighing, I licked my lips. I could still taste her on my lips. Clenching my fists I fought the feelings that bubbled in my chest. I couldn't do this to her.