A Sacrifice To Save You

Reliving the past

Her heart was racing in her chest, lungs were burning from lack of air but she refused to give up. Running through the dark and tense forest Myra was desperate to call out her mother to help her. But it would do no good, her mother was dead, leaving her only daughter, Zarmyray, alone in the world of violence before Mirynzini could teach Myra how to master her shape-shifting abilities and hide from creatures that wanted to hunt her. She hadn't even reached her 100 year birthday yet, which made her still a baby in dragon years. Too young to understand the many dangers of the world. Too many times she was being hunted because of the way she looked in her human form, no one trusted her, she was too odd. Myra didn't feel safe no matter where she went.

"Get her!"

"We got her now!"

Snarly, dark voices echoed through the forest behind her as ten men with spears and swords were hunting her down relentlessly. Repulsive looking men, prime hunters as they called themselves, reak of alcohol was hitting her nose almost making her vomit in the middle of her run.

Myra saw an opening ahead of her, praying it would a cliff or wide meadow so she could transform in her true form before those vile men could catch her.

"Oh no you don't, you monster!"

She heard the group's leader shouting at her as they too saw the opening guessing what her plan was. Just as Myra was about to reach the edge of the forest, sharp, ripping pain hit her with full force causing her to scream and stumbling forward gasping for air. Falling to the ground, Myra whimpered feeling something warm running down on her back and as she tried to move the excruciating pain made her vision go white but she refused to lay down waiting for death to come. Grasping the soft ground beneath her, Myra clawed herself nearly up again when suddenly she was violently kicked back onto her stomach. Crying from the pain she smelled the repulsive odor fo the men as they towered over her, grinning, chuckling forming a tight circle around her.

A long spear was sticking out of between her shoulder blades, buried deep in her back. The leader gripped it, smirking wickedly before twisting it causing Myra to howl in agony, tears pooling behind her eyes while another man kicked her in her side cracking her rips. The taste of iron formed in her tongue as the blood rose from her throat causing her to cough. Clawing the earth she tried to escape, but it was futile as the third man grabbed her from the ankle yanking her back while the second man kicked her again.

"Serves you right, freak of nature," the man growled twisting the spear again.

Myra had never felt such a pain in her life, her vision started to go black, air escaping from her lungs. Her body went oddly numb, she couldn't feel anything anymore, finally welcoming darkness taking hold of her and the last thing she heard was the laughter of the men as they watched her die.

"Is the bitch dead?" the man who had kicked Myra multiple times halted watching her motionless body that was covered in blood.

"Better be, we don't need flying lizards around here. A dead dragon is a good dragon," the leader snarled pulling the spear out causing a jet of blood ooze from the wound.

"Get rid of the body," the leader waved his hand turning around.

"Let's go to have a drink to celebrate!" one of the hunters cheerfully said and others were quick to follow while one of them tossed Myra's body over his shoulder and walked toward the edge of the forest.

Halting after exiting the woods he stared at the canyon that extended before him like an open wound in the earth itself.

"Good riddance," he grunted throwing her over the edge toward the rocky bottom.