The Last Dragon Blood

Tears of a Dragon

Many hours have past, and Elaria and Jregon were still going at it. Blood, sweat, and tears were pouring into these fierce battles, and neither side was backing down. Drake and I were fighting the hardest out of the battles. As we were battling, Drake stopped and looked at me. I was drenched in sweat and blood, and my hair was a mess. I looked at Drake, and he never even broke a sweat. He was bleeding, but very little.

"Give up now, little one... there is nothing left of you," Drake said.

"Over my... dead... body..." I said weakly.

"If you insist..."

Drake charged at me and stuck his sword though my stomach. I lost my breath and coughed up blood. A wave of pain crashed over me. Drake pulled out his sword and I stumbled back, holding my stomach. I fell to my knees and clenched my stomach, coughing up blood. Drake walked up to me and grabbed my chin. Blood streaked down the sides of my lips. Drake raised his other hand, and scratched my face over my eye. I screamed to the high heavens. Vincent saw me and roared.

"GISELLE!"

Vincent tried running over to me, but was blocked by Ashwing. Silas heard me and he screamed.

"GISELLE!"

He got distracted and was punched in the gut. Drake let go off my chin, and I touched my face. Deep red blood was stained on my fingers. I tried to get up, but I just fell down. Tears and blood streaked down from my face.

"Like I said before. Give up. Your a failure to your people." Drake said.

"I... am... not... a failure..." I winced.

Drake smiled and kicked me in the stomach. Blood flowed out my mouth like a waterfall.

"Please... stop..." I begged.

"Only if you join me," Drake said.

"Not on your life..."

"Then I'll just kill you."

He readied himself to strike me again, but I dodged it just in time.

Believe it or not, that took a lot out off me. Scratch that, it took TOO much out of me.

I looked around me, and I saw Vincent losing to Ashwing, Silas and the others losing to the guards.

They're all losing... because of me...

I grabbed onto a nearby pillar and stood up. I picked up my sword and readied it.

"Still standing? Well, let's CUT some things off, shall we?" Drake asked.

He charged at me, and swung his sword near my legs. I was very thankful that I was able to block it, but the tip of the sword cut my leg, and I crumbled down.

"What strength do you have left? What harm can you do to me, for your Dragon Blood power is mine! You're nothing but a No Blood. That is what Elaria is from now on: Elaria, World of the No Bloods! You are nothing, and you will always be nothing!" Drake cried.

"You're right... about one thing Drake... you do have... the Dragon Blood power..."

"...but you don't have mine..."

"...for I... am the last Dragon Blood of Elaria!" I shouted.

I gathered up all my strength and grabbed his scepter. I then forced the blade though his chest. Thick, black blood spilled out. I pulled out the sword and forced it through his stomach. He looked at me in surprise as blood spilled from his mouth.