Dragnara: The Last Dragon Rel (First Draft)

Chapter 6

The ride to the west was quiet and bitter. I was given a horse that was not my own. It was an ugly black horse, with a pronounced limp. I didn't want to go. I knew I had to. Rinson was after all my Godfather. I did manage to take my bow and quiver full of arrows for when I meet Racon. I was being treated as a mere child. How the hell did Rinson find out about Grandpa anyways? They haven't seen each other in years. I barely even knew who Rinson was other than my God-father that my Mother appointed to me. He has always been a dark and mysterious fellow, never vile. He is very stern. I think he has good intentions but lacks the ability to Empathize. Whatever his intentions are right now I don't like them. 

Just then Rinson spoke up, "Eliza, about your grandfather, I know where he is."

"You do?" I asked sounding somewhat relieved.

"Yes, Racon has him held as a prisoner, he is trying to make another Dragon rel so he can mate and re-grow the population. "

No shock there, but I did wonder why Racon wanted him.

"But, why would he need Grandpa?"

"Because he is a wizard," He said looking over towards me.

I started to ask what that had to do with anything, but then it became apparent. What would anyone want with my grandfather? His magic, that has to be it. Although he is powerless without his staff, luckily, I brought that with me. I tied a string to each end and like a bow I sung it over my shoulder.

Just then the land started to grow dark around us. I had a feeling that someone or something was following us. Like someone was lurking in the shadows. I turned around and nothing was in sight. My hope was that it was Billware following us and Madam Lusk tagging along behind him. I can only dream of that though. Before I knew it I fell on my back hitting a tree branch or something like that. It felt more like an arm, now that I dwell on that thought it probably was an arm. The next second I went blank. My world went white. Was I dead? Hell, I don't know. I don't even know my name. I was blank, ignorant happy and loopy and this state of mind was blissful. I could see mountains, is this in my head? Why does it matter? Why does anything matter? I can just drift off Grandpa will be fine.

"Eliza, wake up!"

"What, where am I?"

I opened my eyes and realized I was not outside. The horse was gone and I was staring into the face of the man I had been searching for.

"Grandpa, I was looking for you, what happened to you?"

He looked worn down, tired and out of it, the life looked nearly drained out of the man whom, I loved and trusted my very life and heart with.

"Elizabeth, I don't have much time, but I do think I have enough time to help you escape, Racon is using my soul to create a dragon rel. He won't succeed because Grandon and Grimlim's army will press forward before the process is complete. You must get out of here he will..."

Just then Grandpa got quiet and the underground prison began to shake, I didn't know what was going on. But I knew that something was wrong. The sound began to get louder. The ground only shook more violently sending me and Grandpa both to the cell ground. We must have been the only ones in the dungeon because there was nobody else in sight.

Just then Grandpa, glanced back over to me as if he wanted to say something else but couldn't. It was like his life was slipping past him. All of the tasks that I completed the orcs, the sword all of that didn't matter anymore, my last family member was struggling for his life. I ran over to his wearing body it was getting weaker by the moment. He then found the strength to finally say one last sentence.