The chief of the village looked about his camp, they were happy for the most part. His people lived off the land and traveled where the grass was good. A simple way of life, the only one he knew at that. He was surrounded by loyal warriors, friends and family alike.
His young daughter was off in the distance, playing with the friends she had known for life. He smiled at the sight as that girl brought him happiness like no other. The child was heir to this caravan and last of a dieing class of warriors.
The tribe was once famed for their special warriors, those days were long gone though. His family was the last of these warriors for all he knew. Now his daughter and himself were the very last. They were dragon slayers, once a whole caravan, though now they were nothing more than mercenaries and warriors. His clan had simply killed all of the dragons off. They were forbidden to ever fight dragons in the tribe again and all of the relics and swords of dragon bone were put away safely in his tent, seeming to never see the light of day as they had back in their golden days.
On that day though, the chief would have a collision with fate. At the outskirts of his village were foreign travelers. The entire tribe seemed to stop what they were doing, immediately ready to flush out the newcomers in a heart beat.
The chief beckoned his daughter over to his side quickly, moving towards the outsiders as they drew nearer.
As his daughter drew to his side, he quietly told her to stay inside the tent until he said it was okay to return outside. She was only fourteen years of age, no fighting material if the caravan was to be ambushed soon. He wanted her to be safe; she was all that he had left now.
Once his daughter was safe inside the tent he continued to draw nearer to the outsiders. In a blink of an eye they lifted there hand into the air. They were here peacefully and on business most likely, what, he wondered now was that business. The chief acknowledged them, greeting them as they entered the village.
"Now," The chief said, a slight smile on his face "what brings you three to my tribe. If you are looking for mercenaries, you have come to no better place"
The leader of the trio spoke first, his words carrying an old aura to them. "We are not looking for mercenaries good chief. We have come here in search of a dragon slayer; it appears that your tribe has some of the last ones available."
"Is this a joke? No one has asked for the help of a dragon slayer in at least four generations!" a look of disbelief showing clearly on the chiefs face.
"This is no joke, Either you have the blood of a dragon slayer still in your tribe or you do not." The Outsider said, slowly growing impatient now.
"Now, why do you need the help of a dragon slayer?" The chief questioned.
"You ask to many questions chief, Do you or do you not have the blood of a dragon slayer among your people?"
"That I do, My daughter and myself are the last of them. My daughter is to young though for fighting one and I myself would not leave my people."
The three looked at each other, speaking in a foreign tongue that had never been heard by the chief before. They glanced at the tent behind the chief, a young girl was poking her head outside the tents flaps. They then looked at the chief once more.
"Your daughter will be coming with us, we shall pay you handsomely for her" The old one said.
"I will do no such thing! Now leave, you three have no business with our village and you have outstayed your welcome" The chief said, now clenching the hilt of his sword.
"Give us the dragon slayer, or we will take her by force" The oldest one said.
The chief had enough of this and in the flash of an eye drew his sword and lunged at the outsiders. They whole village went to arms soon after. The chief would not let them take his daughter, there was not another option. She was the heir to the tribe, and the only family he had left.
His sword leached towards the old outsider, Rage in his blood. His eyes glanced for a second into the old mans eyes. In that second though he felt a sharp pain on his side. He looked down to see a dagger jabbed on both sides of his rib cage. The Chief dropped his sword and fell to the ground, gasping for air as his lungs slowly filled with blood.
He looked back at his daughter who ran towards him like the wind across the emerald hills. Before he could tell her to run he collapsed more so onto the ground. He had lost everything and now his story was over.
"Dad!" yelled the daughter, running faster and faster towards her fallen father. Her blue eyes filled with stinging saltwater as she noticed her fathers motionless body on the dirt. "Dad, wake up" She yelled again, moving him softly. Her locks of raven hair spilled over her shoulders as she continued to try and wake her dad from death, vision blurred by the pools of water in her eyes.
The outsiders had split by now, the younger of the two fighting off the rest of the villagers, slaughtering all who were in their paths. The older of the three went to the child. She was a very pale child, not to mention scrawny, and for a second he even doubted her having the blood of a dragon slayer in her.
The young daughter looked up for a second at the old man, a look of fierce rage in her blue eyes.
"Why would you do this?" She asked, crying uncontrollably. "He was my family." Her eyes began to grow red as blood, rage and fear ate at her soul.
In that moment she looked up the old man knew she was a true dragon slayer. He smiled a cruel smile and calmly said, "We are your family now, and you will forget about this life, your new life starts now". With that one of the two younger outsiders appeared behind the girl, before she could utter a word she was knocked unconscious.
"We are done here sir" Said the young outsider.
"That quickly? Well then, bring the young one with, we will be bringing her to the city for her training. Tell the other one to find and bring the old relics and weapons…we will be needing them soon. There is a dragon to slay in good time. Sir Theodore has spotted one near his kingdom in Kippernium; it has been to long since his family has slain a dragon and now we have a new recruit. This girl will do quite nicely as a dragon slayer I think, but enough talk. It is time to leave, take care of the child and gather the relics and let us get a move towards the city." The old man turned around, stopping in his tracks before saying, "I forgot to mention, leave no one in this tribe alive."