The Dragon's Fire | L.G

Chapter 1

Previously:

"Use me to unleash your power in battle, but wielder beware, I only transfer your power."

Just as she finished reading it, the runes disappeared. Her mother's voice rang in her head again: "My daughter, you have more power than you know."

Nymeria didn't know what she meant by that. Yes, she was the daughter of the lady of light but that was it, there was nothing more to her, other than being constantly overshadowed by her mother. Shaking her head, Nymeria decided to stay up; she could not sleep anyways. However, sometime during the night, her body got tired of her brain thinking, and she drifted off into deep slumber.

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"Do we call off the hunt?" A raspy voice asked the pale orc.

Azog turned to him, his face twisted with fury, "BOLG!" He roared.

Anther orc as tall as Azog came walking in, he was clad in armour that was made from iron spikes. If someone were to give him a hug, (Which would not be very possible in the first place) they would be impaled with spikes that will lead them to their death.

"I have a task for you. Do you still thirst for Dwarf blood?" Bolg bared his teeth.

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Nymeria shot up, this was the second vision she had tonight. It was bad news; the company is still being hunted. Nymeria stood up dusting off her clothes, she decided to practice her powers more; she needed the boost. She sat cross-legged, breathing in and out lifting objects around her. This would help her calm down at times, practicing her patience with keeping the objects floating. 

She concentrated, letting her mind flow. She wondered if it could be possible to concentrate light into a dense shield, in a more controlled state. Nymeria took a deep breath in, focusing on the warm flow around her body. Shield, she thought. She imagined a glowing sphere around her, with her in the middle. 

She slowly opened her eyes and find a shield of light surrounding her. It was real. She grazed her fingertips on the surface of the barrier, feeling a solid wall of light. 

"My daughter, you have more power than you know." Was this was her mother was talking about? That she could control light and use it to form things that could help her in battle? Nymeria nearly rammed her head against the table, more power than you know, more power than you know. Wouldn't it be quicker to just tell Nymeria the 'more power' she has, rather than leave her with a migraine? 

The skies were lighting up now, about early dawn, however, no sunlight was peeking through the roofs making it slightly difficult to see. Suddenly, she was pulled from her thoughts by a man walking from a room at the table. She dived under the haystack, hoping not to be seen, this must be the skin-changer. She stayed there until,

"I know you are there, come out she-elf." A deep voice called out. Nymeria's eyes widened, how had he been able to see her? She slowly got out, keeping a hand on her sword. She tilted her head at the huge man,