Meera had reached the village, she flew behind a tree in the courtyard, her appearance changing from a swallow to a person. She had waist-length brown hair with blue eyes, her complexion fair. She walked casually through the entrance by the church, walking through corridors and straight into Tarasque's chamber.
Cristina jumped up from her seat. "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Meera replied "Friend of Vivi's." She walked up to the ginger-haired girl that was lay in the bed. Pinched her nose and poured the contents into the girls then opened mouth.
"What are you doing?" Cristina cried
Meera smiled and walked past without saying a word, she walked out of the room, turned down the corridor. With a small flash, she changed back into a swallow and flew out of the open window.
Cristina ran after the person, stopping at the corner. She was gone.
Running back into Tarasque's room she slammed the door shut and locked it. Quickly going to her daughter, checking her temperature. She noticed Tarasque's eyes were open, her pupils adjusting to the light in the room.
"Oh my god! Tara, you're awake!"
The drawn dragon on Tarasque's arm flashed a pearly white colour.Tarasque was now awake, and her fever gone.
Cristina hugged her daughter tightly. "I can't believe you're awake! Is there anything I can get you?"
"I'm thirsty," Tarasque replied. But her mum just stood there looking at her. "Mum I'm thirsty."
"Ok baby, you need to rest to regain your strength. I'll be here with you. I'm not going anywhere." Her mother kissed her and moved away to the other end of the room.
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The Journey, Warrior
FantasyA man with amnesia goes on a journey of discovery with his companions, ending up having to reunite the races against a common enemy
