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Chapter 18: Dragonfire

I am sorry this has taken as long as it has. I will tell you now I don't know when the next update will be but I will try for as soon as I can. I will proudly say we are getting close to an end, yes I know its not an extremly long story but I might try for a sequel. So stay tuned!

                                              ~Rose

Chapter 18: Dragonfire

Rowan and I were speechless to Elijah’s interpretation of the picture. I didn’t want him to die. I would not suffer the loss of another person. It wasn’t fair; I wouldn’t let him die, not till he is old and wrinkly.

“As long as I am around it won’t be for a long time.” I whisper my words heavy with emotion.

“Sweet child, you can’t protect me from every little danger.” Elijah said resting a hand on my shoulder.

“I can try.” I gritted. “We need to train harder, longer and faster. I need to be able to use my powers and fight in a battle. I can’t procrastinate this inevitable battle anymore. It’s bound to happen, so why allow the people to suffer when I am afraid?”

“Your words are wise for one so young.” Rowan mused. “Well I shall be getting my things ready now.” He stepped from behind the counter plucking up a worn leather bag from the floor and began to rapidly stuff things in.

“You are joining us?” Elijah inquired.

“Well of course. Elijah you know me well enough to not think I wouldn’t be. She is the Child of Fire; she needs more training than only you can give her. She requires training of other sorts.”

“Such as…” I drawled.

“Lots of things; history and language.” Rowan shrugged and began to pack again. We waited patiently as he collected quite a bag. When he was finished he stood chipper by the door. “Well are you coming?” He asked rolling his eyes his bushy eyebrows lowering covering his eyes slightly.

Both Elijah and I made our way for the door. As I descended the stone steps I pulled my hood back onto my head. The market place was calmer when we made our way out; people spared Elijah and Rowan no glance but kept throwing me curious stares. Self-conscious I tugged my hood, forcing it to cover more of my face.

Rowan and Elijah shared Elijah’s horse while I rode alone. As we walked from the town in the swaying fields of grain Rowan began mindless chatter. Neither Elijah nor I supplemented our thoughts or ideas. My mind drifted to the endlessly confusing prophecy. It didn’t make any sense, Passion and Fire shall bear a child. Was that meaning I was to have a child? I’d never wanted children; I just never saw it in my future.

Brushing the queer line from my mind I thought of fact I was foretold to lead the dragons back into power. That part frightened me more than the others; it was a lot to process and to set on one’s shoulders. To be the sole surviving Dragon Heir who could raise the time of the dragons back to its once coveted place.

As we reached the fork in the small path Rowan went left to head to the house where as Elijah and I left to continue my training. Once we separated from Rowan we picked up a brisk canter, we were in the safe haven of the woods within minutes. When we entered the clearing where Moorwin and Illyria stayed both dragons perked up at our arrival. Illyria made a cat like purring noise steam blowing from her nostrils.

Elijah quickly gave Illyria a rundown of the day’s events while I relayed them to Moorwin. After that it was all business. I had left the sword with Moorwin as we made our trip into town. With blacksmith’s running about, a royal Glamoric sword was not to be carried around. Sliding the brilliant sword from its scabbard Elijah and I went about throwing attacks and blocking them. After hours of swordsmanship I was able to nearly block him blow for blow, I wasn’t near as good as Elijah but he had years of experience on his belt.