Here it was, my final chance to become a member of the Huntsclan and the American Dragon had messed it up. It was the Grande Equinox Hunt and already I'd allowed for everything that could have gone wrong to go wrong. For instance it was basically my fault that all of the magical creatures had escaped and if my master knew, he'd kill me. So I promised him silently that I would make it up to him.
While the rest of the clan, went after the other magical creatures, I snuck away from them to capture the American Dragon. I could finally slay him once and for all. Well at least I had thought it to be a good plan . . .
"Why are you doing this?" the dragon asked me trying to spare his life.
I had captured him and he was tied up and all mine. I simply took off my glove and flashed my hand before him.
"I am marked. It is my destiny." I responded simply.
"I know that you don't want to do this." He said as I was placing my glove back on. I felt like laughing. However, I did not.
"You don't know me dragon."
"I know that every Thorn has a Rose." He added.
I jerked around to face him.
"What did you just say?" I demanded.
He stuttered foolishly. "Uh . . .um–well, what I mean is I think there's another side to you."
I was staring at him. Something was oddly familiar about him. Well I had obviously not known any dragons personally, but they did have a human form right? What if I actually knew this dragon personally? In his human form? Though I seriously doubted it, there was in fact a way it could have been true. I shivered at the thought of this.
"I don't care." I said after a while. "I have you and I am about to slay you and that's all that matters."
I had to do it. Had to, this instance. If I didn't tell Rose the truth this minute, she'd kill me. Rose would kill me. I had already tried saving my soul as much as I could. But she didn't care. Rose herself probably did, but not huntsgirl. There was nothing that would work now but the plain truth itself.
Just as she was coming at me with her staff, I yelled, "Rose! Wait!"
She stopped and just stood there, asher cheeks turned a bright shade of red. "What did you call me?" came from her mouth in much less than a hoarse whisper.