Irony
Rose slipped into her house quietly, hoping her parents would be too deep in slumber to her the slight creak of the heavy wooden door. She stood stone still for a moment, listening intensely. Only silence reached her ears. Rose took a cautious step forward, then another, and another. When she was halfway across the living room, the lights turned on. Rose blinked several times while her eyes dilated. In the center of the living room, standing near an armchair, Rose's mother, Lily, stood, looking anxious. Her emerald eyes were locked on her thirteen year-old daughter. Her long golden locks were pulled into a low, messy ponytail, and she was wearing a cream sweater and dark denim pants.
"So? What happened? Did you catch him? Did you slay the American Dragon?" Lily asked quickly. The mention of the American Dragon felt like a dagger stabbed in Rose's heart. Her mind went blank, unsure of how to answer these questions.
"No. No, I didn't slay him." Rose said, feigning disappointment. She didn't mention she had captured him. Lily looked as disappointed as her daughter acted.
"Don't worry, sweetie. I'm sure you'll get him next time." She gave an encouraging smile, "How about some hot chocolate?" Rose nodded, to wary to argue. The pair walked into a large, top-quality kitchen, and Lily put two mugs filled with milk and cocoa mix into the microwave. While they waited for the timer to sound, Lily tried to keep a conversation flowing.
"Rosie, how about you tell me what happened tonight, and we can try to see where things went wrong, so the same mistake won't be made next time." The microwave shut off, after giving three warning beeps. Lily walked over towards the appliance, grabbing the cups and handing one to Rose. "You know, the sooner you slay your first dragon, the sooner you will become a part of the Huntsclan, just like your father and I." Rose regarded this with a small nod, and just stared into her beverage, unable to meet her mother's gaze. "Okay, so start from the beginning. Tell me what happened."
Rose sighed. She really didn't want to relive tonight's events, and she knew she would have to do some editing along the way. But Rose also knew it was useless to argue, and began the tale.
"Well, I acted on the Huntsman's orders, and led the American Dragon down to our trap. He fell for it, and in the end, was knocked out. We then chained him up with the other creatures for the hunt. That night, we chained them all up to posts. The next morning, we found they were gone. Somehow, the dragon got the arm restrictions off, and they had crept to the forest. We soon found them, and gave chase. We lost them in some chemical fields, and later on we found them again. I caught the dragon, and was about to slay him when the rest of the magical creatures showed up, and attacked. They got the dragon lose, and then the Huntsclan scattered. The dragon went after the Huntsman, and…well…erm, literally, lit his butt on fire. I then captured the dragon for the second time, but…when I went in for the kill…I misaimed, and hit the chains, and he flew away." Rose concluded, hoping her mother would buy the ending.
"We'll just have to work on your aim, Rosie." Lily smiled. Rose breathed a sigh of relief. They finished off their cocoa, and said their goodnights. They were about to depart to their rooms, when a sudden crash was heard from the living room. The two ran down the stairs to see what was going on, and what they saw startled and scared them. The Huntsman was there, with three Huntsmen. The Huntsman's red eyes locked on Rose, and he said coldly:
"No one betrays the Huntsclan and lives."