~A Wattpad featured and Wattys Longlisted story~
Lana can hardly remember what it's like to be free. After nine years as a captive on board a ship ruled by ruthless bounty hunters, sailing across Maris with no clear direction, she's desperate for so...
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AS IF THEIR minds and souls are one, united under the Dragon Rider's duty to protect others, they march towards the stables of Halsa, ready to claim back their world. The city around us burns, and Lana feels adrenaline pump through her veins as the heat surrounds them, the smell of burning wood wafting through the air, trying to suffocate them, but it can't. It's as if the world around them has blurred, and there's nothing except the mission ahead of them. Nothing to stop us save for the hundreds of dragon hunters and Morai.
The stables start to loom above them, surprisingly untouched from the all consuming flames that had devoured many of the buildings around it, and their pace starts to quicken. Her heart skips a beat as she thinks of the fight ahead, fighting against both of the Morai when she hasn't truly been able to harness her power yet. She's only ever used a fraction of it, and when she fought against Ellerin in the Depingur Historia, she started to feel the true extent of her magic before she lost and fell into her memories. It was as if before she had only been using a single drop of magic from a very large pool, and in that moment she tapped into the true extent of her magic, she had full power over that pool.
In Orleyn, she needs to defeat both Ellerin and Vyanna for this war to be finished. A well planned, calculated move, not instinctive like her magic. Even if the others don't understand that, an insurmountable weight has been placed on her shoulders, making her body tingle with nervous anticipation.
What if the world falls because of her?
"It's her!" she hears a voice yell to the side of them. She glances over, thrusted out of her thoughts with a jolt as she notices a company of dragon hunters on a street adjacent to theirs, turning to make their way towards them with their swords raised.
The Dragon Riders around her immediately draw their weapons and she sees several different colors start to shine around her as some summon their magic, their magnificence only magnified as they reflect off the other warriors' swords.
The leader of the dragon hunter company sneers. He has a severely burned face, making him look almost inhuman as he stares at her with a hatred Lana's never received from a stranger. "Get the Drumaux."
The dragon hunters rush forward, running the short distance towards them at full speed, yelling in defiance. They raise their defenses and in a great flash of light, the Riders around her clash against their enemies. She starts to summon her magic, ready to jump into the fray.
Lana.
She freezes as the familiar voice echoes through her head, tantalizing and teasing, breaking down her already delicate confidence with a single word. She hasn't heard her voice since she had kidnapped her, torturing and tearing her down in the slave ship that stripped away her humanity.
Vyanna.
A dragon hunter rushes at Lana, raising his broadsword with a fierce yell. She quickly ducks and tries summoning a flame of magic, but she's distracted. The speed of the battle and Vyanna's presence get to her, and she panics as she tries to conjure up anything. Her fingers spark slightly, but nothing more destructive happens.
