Power of a Dragon

Chapter 3

Hey wattpad world! It's finally here! Chapter three! I know it has taken me way too long to post, but i hope you love it anyways. :-)

I'm planning on updating every other week or two with a new chapter, so be prepared.

And I apologize it's kinda short. I just needed to post something. The next one will be longer and more interesting, I promise

Now, wonderful readers of the wattpad world, enjoy :-) :-) :-)

I am such an idiot.

That's all I could think about as Harold leads me down the never ending tunnel, taking so many turns I'm one hundred percent sure I was never finding my way back out alone. So that means I'm stuck following aimlessly behind a complete stranger, going where he takes me.

They stopped chasing you because you were going exactly where they wanted you to go.

You couldn't escape this.

No matter how hard you tried.

It was impossible to stop all these thoughts from bouncing all over my head. I tried to escape fate, but fate doesn't like being tricked. And for punishment, fate introduced my face to a mountain and allowed me to get lost in a stupid cave with a drache sippe I've never met. Just great.

I'm so lost in my own mind, when Harold stops walking I practically run him over.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, Harold. My bad, I'm so clumsy." I apologize immediately.

"Well, don't worry about it too much. I'm quite alright." He response dryly. "However, please watch where you are going from now on."

"Yes, of course I will." I manage a weak smile for him, and thankfully he returns it. Now that we've stopped, I take the opportunity to observe my surroundings. The cave wall looks the same as it did when I crash landed in the entrance way; torches at regular intervals on both sides of the tunnel, smaller tunnels and caves sprout at random from the main path, and young stagtites and stagmites litter the ground and ceiling. Harold's voice finally brings my attention back towards him and I finally notice why we stopped.

Right in front of us is a tiny room carved into the side of the tunnel, probably from a dragon's claws, filled to the brim with supplies. And I'm not talking about cleaning supplies or something. I'm talking about shelves of dozens upon dozens of different canned soups, fruit, vegetables, and everything else imaginable. Stacks of wool blankets, piled up to the top. Even more stacks of clothes; coats, jackets, sweaters, t-shirts, long sleeve shirts, jeans, leggings, pants of unidentified materials, hats, gloves, socks, boots, tennis shoes, and more. Hanging up are packs of dried meat and other food. And to top everything off, in the corner are a few rolled up sleeping bags. My mouth drops and I feel my eyes open wide to the size of dinner plates. I'm speechless.

"Um, hello? Elizabeth? Is everything alright?"

Once again, the sound of Harold's low, soothing voice rips my focus back. "Um...yes, everything is fine. I'm sorry, I'm a bit confused right now. What is all of this?" I gesture towards the mini storage area.

"Oh. This," Harold begins, "is all the supplies you are going to need for the next few days. Of course, you won't need all of it, but you are free to take whatever you feel you'll need."

"But, I don't understand why I'm going need any of this." I reply.

"Well, my dear, how else are you going to survive here in the Cave of Dragons? It gets mighty cold at night in here, and you'll need food and water." Harold answers. I never thought it would be possible for me to feel even lower than I already do, but I force myself to explain to Harold that I have no idea what is going on, or why I would need any supplies, and I asked him to tell me what is happening. The words taste terrible as they leave my lips.

"But, Elizabeth, didn't you have your family or friends tell you how a drache sippe finds the Dragon of Power that awards them with a gift?" Harold asks gently, as if he senses how uncomfortable I am with this subject.

"No." I reply. "I told everyone I didn't want to know."

"Oh." was all he had to say.

This day cannot possible get any worse.

Well I do love tempting fate, because at that exact moment Harold continues to explain to me the situation I have been trapped in.

"Well, Elizabeth, each drache sippe must travel by themselves in the Cave of Dragons. They are given enough supplies to last them a few days, a week at the most, as they wander the tunnels alone, waiting. They await for the moment when one of the Dragons chooses them as worthy enough to receive their blessing. When a dragon chooses a drache sippe they will announce their presence by entering the mind of the one chosen. Then, the dragon will lead the drache sippe towards their cavern where the dragon will bestow their blessing and reward them with a gift."

My words fail me as I work to process all that Harold has said. I don't know what to say or what to feel, so I just collapse on the hard dirt floor.

The world around me starts to spiral out of focus, my heart races faster than the speed of light, and the last thing I remember is Harold yelling something.

My world goes black.