Just a note from fadginflowrz: So, another random fanfic, this one should get pretty good, I have an interesting plot to unravel...bwahahaa? Anyways, reviews are greatly appreciated. And also another note, this chapter is shorter than the rest will be, this one is more of an introduction. O-o;
sankyooverymuch for reading! D

Disclaimer: If I owned Selendrile...well, we won't go into that. I don't own anything. Not even the title. Its from the song Dead in the Water by Hawthorne Heights.

Alys sighed, and took out a bristly brush to run through her now not so choppy hair. It had been a year since she agreed to travel with the abnormally beautiful dragon, and it had grown back out to the length at which she liked it. She took a seat on a stray hay barrel and started running the brush through her tiresome hair. It was at times like these when Selendrile was out hunting that Alys liked to run through her thoughts of the fey creature. She knew deep down that the feelings she had for him were more than a sense of camaraderie, or even friendship; but was afraid to admit it. From a previous conversation about humans associating with the creatures of the fey, Alys had the knowledge that Selendrile would never feel the same way she did.

That hurt.

That hurt a lot more than it should have.

Frowning, Alys returned the brush to a small satchel she carried with her. Her thoughts would never be as happy as they once were; she had figured that out after only a month of traveling with her strange companion. Alys would never receive love at all, not like when her father had been alive. She choked back tears when the thought of how her old village had brutally mistreated the sickly tinsmith, and how it had lead to his death.

Another sigh escaped the girl's lips. Throughout the year traveling with Selendrile she had come to realize how different the magical creatures of the world were so different from the human that feared them. The dragon had little to no physical limitations…and he was her protector, whether he like it or not. More thoughts of her travels passed through her mind, and she realized how curious she was to meet other creatures like Selendrile; no necessarily dragons, just other mystical or even mythical beings. A few thoughts crossed her mind on how to ask Selendrile about them, but they were soon interrupted by the sound of beating wings coming closer.

'So, it's either Selendrile, or a bunch of wolves coming to pick my bones clean.' The thought passed through Alys head quickly and she shook her head a little to excitedly. It HAD to be her dragon, right?

Wait…since when had he been her dragon?

A wrenching noise was heard as Alys stepped out of the barn she had been taking refuge in from the pouring rain. Selendrile stood before her (now in human form mind you); blood slowly dripping down his arm to land on the cold ground.

"What happened…?" Alys managed to choke out, looking him up and down.

"Some witless humans attacked me." Selendrile replied smartly and snorted. He walked past Alys into the barn, mumbling something or other about not believing they actually hit him.

"Can I help you in any way, or do something for you?" Alys asked eagerly, not wanting him to stay disgruntled and hurt.

"There's nothing a petty little human girl can do to help me." Selendrile snapped back at her, and tossed a piece of fruit at the girl. "There's your food I went out and got, now stay here and I'll return soon."

Alys caught the fruit, and slumped down into a fairly dry pile of hay. She really had only wanted to help, tears started to form in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away. No matter what happened, never again would she let herself cry.

Worry started washing over the sadness she had felt. What if Selendrile didn't come back? What if he meant to leave her here just because she was human? And last but not least, why had he been so mad at her?

"That's it; I have to get away from here…maybe just for a little bit…its only to clear my head" Alys whispered to herself, in a self-convincing tone. The girl started sticking things in her small satchel and pulled it over her shoulder.

'I'll just go for a short walk and return in a little bit…'

'But he told you to stay here! Shouldn't you just do what he said?!'

Her scared, fragile inner self was screaming for her not to leave at all. It was the side of her she hid away ever since her whole witch ordeal at St. Toby's. Life was cruel, and that was the only rule to live by.

"If I don't go now, I'll become completely dependent on him…and then I won't be ready for the day when he completely rejects me…and if or when that happens…" More tears started collecting in her eyes, but she took a step out into the now lighter rain so that no on-looker could tell the difference between her salty tears, and the rain pouring from the heavens.

"There's no turning back now…" Alys mumbled and starting taking step after step down the road.

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