Dragons- Daughter of the Demon! Book 2! ✔

CHAPTER 19- DIFFERENT!

(WHISPER'S POV)

     After Toothless had left I would feel... not myself.  I don't think it was because I was missing him.  This was something entirely different.  Maybe I was getting sick?  

     I walked over to Meelo, grumbling unhappily.

     "What's the matter?"  She asked.

     I made more angry, gibberish noises.

     "O...kay then."  She gave me a suspicious look before walking away.  

     To be honest I didn't really know why I was so upset.  But I've felt this way a lot recently.  I just felt more unhappy when I realized Meelo was following me.  I turned around but she wasn't there anymore.  Yet, every time I walked forward I would sense she was behind me.  For some reason, she doesn't want me to know that she's there.

     I turned around again and growled,  "Why do you keep following me?"  

     She appeared from behind a boulder that I passed.

     "Your senses seem to be heightened."  She seemed to be talking more to herself then me.

     "So what?"  

     "Nothing..."  She whispered but I could tell she was really worried about something.

     "Fine!"  I hissed.  "Well, I'm going to go take a nap now."  

     She looked at me again.  "You've been pretty sleepy recently.  You never used to take naps."

     "So now I'm not even allowed to take naps?!"  I growled before storming off somewhere private.

     I felt guilt as I laid down under the shade of a pine tree.  Why did I act so nasty to her?  She didn't deserve that.  I shook my head with shame before falling asleep.

(MEELO'S POV)

     I've seen this a million times before.  Whisper is the same.  Should I tell her?  She doesn't seem to realize.  Maybe I'll wait a bit, just to make sure.

(ASLAUG'S POV)

     I woke up to people yelling from outside the door.  

     "Get him!"  I heard one of Ryker's men shout.
     
     "Hey!  Get off me!"  Shouted a familiar voice.  "Let me go!  I must see my son!"  

     That was my father!  

     "Father!  Father where are you?!"  I screamed as I sat up from a cot.

     "Ah- Aslaug!  Be strong my son!  I'll come back for you."  He yelled from somewhere distant.

     "Where- father, where am I?"  I asked but got no reply.  "I... I can't- I can't see you.  I can't see anything!"  I yelled.

     I got up and stumbled but managed to keep my balance.  I blinked a few times but it did nothing.  Everything was pitch black. 

     I touched my face and felt rough, deformed skin.  My face was burnt beyond recognition.  I felt my eyes.  They felt odd, different.  I tried to  let them adjust to the blackness.  But nothing happened.

     Maybe it was night and I was in a closed off room.  I need to find some light!

     I felt for a candle.  After a few minutes I felt the familiar form of the stick.  The same coolness of the metal mount that held it up.  I moved my fingers up, where the flame would be.  I felt... warmth.