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CHAPTER ONE
The New Beginning
"Come on, Twilight! Let's go!" the little girl, not older than seven years old, exclaimed. Her dark brown curls falls pass her shoulders in dire chaos. But she took no notice of this. Her eyes gleamed hope as she continued to plead her dragon friend for the ride of the day, but Twilight, the dragon, refused to go.
The sky was dark and it would most likely rain, but the little girl is stubborn. "Please, Twilight, please, even just for one minute!" the girl cried in desperation. She begged the dragon with her deep doe-like eyes with her lips jutting out to a pout. Twilight looked away, not wanting to give in to her sulking expression.
She wanted to fly, to soar the sky and feel the cold breeze touch her pale ivory skin. She wanted to watch the sun set as they fly just above the sparkling seas. She wanted to skyrocket the clouds and go for the dive, only to pull up when they're close to the ground.
In short, she loves to fly. It was nearly an obsession that she shared with her dear friend. They both love the feeling of adrenaline that fuels profound excitement in their veins. They both love to travel and discover new lands in their simple journeys. And they both love to do it together.
Twilight is a dragon with silky midnight black scales coating his body all over and has big black eyes that sparkle in the rain. He simply adores the little girl ever since his master found her tear-eyed and all alone in the forest. Her dress was muddied and tattered with scattered hints of dried blood in its ragged edges when the old hermit had found her.
She barely escaped the huge cat that had taken away the life of her mother...
On one warm afternoon, a middle-aged woman with her beloved daughter was walking in the heart of the forest. They were having fun picking off fresh berries in the woods when a giant tiger leaped at their midst. It watched their terrified forms with dark ravaged eyes, its body tensed and readied to attack. The child's mother sensed this and pushed her daughter away when the massive beast bounded for the kill.
The tiger tore her clothes and skin apart as its jaw set on snapping her smooth white neck. It instantly killed her and the beast continued to feast on the meal, ignoring the little girl's frantic cries. Soon, the beast got annoyed by the irritating noise and decided to destroy its source. But as it sprang for the little girl, an old man appeared by the bushes and shot separate arrows straight on the creature's heart and head.
It fell and lay unmoving in the blood-filled ground surrounded by scraps of red tainted fabrics. The old man, whose clothes lay on layers with thick animal skins of wild cats and bears, stared at the human carcass on the forest floor. He knew he could do nothing more than to bury the dead body under the soil and pray for its spirit to be in peace.
His eyes then fell on the little girl, who grew quiet and wide-eyed at everything that occurred before her. He noticed her blood stained dress and her ruffled brown hair. The girl was still sobbing at the demise of her mother and at the fright it had caused her to watch it.
"Are you alright little lass?" the old hermit asked as he approached the little girl. She looked up and hugged her knees closer to herself in panic. "Do not be afraid. I won't hurt you," the old man whispered as he enveloped the little girl to his arms and carried her off to his home.
He walked, step by step, cursing when the hem of the girl's dress caught on a stem and ripped its edge. The little girl did not feel anything as she soundly slept in the warmth of his arms. The hermit gazed down on her with pity and wonder. What a wonder it would be to be in the child's presence, he thought.
But on the way the old man's strength has diminished and he released the girl and led her as they walked toward his humble abode. A little wooden hut was to be spotted two kilometers from their site. Its door was polished and chalked with ashes, its roof sturdy and yet feeble against the harsh winds.
The little girl looked at the small house with curiosity. She looked up at the old man, who she noticed to be looking at her, and smiled. She dropped the old hermit's hand and scurried towards the hut. She barely noticed the rock that was on the path until she tripped and scraped her left knee.
She cried at the pain and the old man rushed towards her and checked her injury. He noticed that it was a shallow wound that can be easily healed. "Shhh...Cease your cries, little girl, we will fix your knee in the house. Now, rise and dry your tears, I will not tolerate any crying," he chastised and the girl recoiled to the sound.
"I wanna go home!" the little girl wailed as she whimpered and thrashed on the ground. Her whole small form convulsed as violent sobs and snuffles of tears escaped her. She wanted to go home to her father and see her baby brother. She wanted to show the berries she and her mother had picked just for them, the berries that her mother had died for.
The old hermit sighed and kneeled beside her, rubbing her small back with gentle circles. He gave her a moment to vent her emotions and waited until it ceased into sobs. "Hush, lass, do you want to have a scarred knee forever?" he asked, knowing what the palpable answer to his question.
As guessed, the little girl furiously shook her head and the old man gave a small victorious smile. "Well then stand up and go sit on the bed inside," he ordered as he stood up and helped the girl rise to her feet. "I'll just get some herbs and water," he said and he disappeared in the forest.
The little girl cautiously entered the old wooden door, whose hinges were beginning to fall apart. She took notice of the small wooden table with a vase of wilted flowers as the center piece. She turned towards the right and saw the small oaked bed beside a shelf filled with color-drained books.
Her wondering gaze fell on the beautiful portraits that covered the whole left side of the wall. They were all perfect sketches of the dragons that had attacked her village. Their whole form, wings, scales, muzzle and body, precisely looked like the giant dragons. She shivered at the thought and sat on the edge of the bed.
She shifted uncomfortably feeling the hard texture of the wooden bed and decided to just stand up as she waits. She continued to look at the old man's possessions and noticed how his books contained everything about dragons. Curious, she opened it and read the description under theHideous Zippleback.
Hideous Zippleback
The Hideous Zippleback is one of the largest dragons one may ever encounter. It is unmistakable with its twin heads. The heads are distinct, with separate thoughts and different personalities. Like most dragons, Zipplebacks can fly, but their wings are small and they spend most of their time on the ground. Hideous Zipplebacks are solitary, preferring to hunt alone. They come out after sundown, prowling dark forests for victims. The attack of a Zippleback is like no other. Instead of breathing fire, a Zippleback makes explosions. One head BREATHES gas, and the other head LIGHTS it.
This two-headed beast is the longest dragon and has the smallest wings and stubbiest legs. But the way it produces fire makes up for any physical drawbacks. While one head shoots out a flammable gas, the other ignites it with a spark-an advantage to create long-distanced attacks.
She dropped the book when she heard a loud sigh from outside. Her eyes flew towards the window and saw the huge black figure that had always haunted her dreams. She gave out a piercing scream and run towards the other corner of the room and sunk to her knees, shivering with fear.
Then he old hermit entered carrying a pail full of fresh water and a pot filled with three different kinds of herbs on both hands. He took in the girl's shaking figure and the dragon peeking from the window and shook his head. "Twilight, do not scare the little girl," the hermit said to the dragon. "Go to bed," he ordered it and it obliged, its face disappearing from the window.
Twilight wondered who and what the little human girl was doing at his master's house as he crawled towards his bed. He had warmed it with his fire and its warmth was comfortable enough to sleep in the dark misty night. He tucked his wings tight and covered his body with his tail and closed his eyes, wondering about the little brown-eyed girl that he just saw...
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A/N: Information about the Hideous Zippleback was from: http:/howtotrainyourdragon(dot)wikia(dot)com/wiki/Hideous_Zippleback