Wind whipped all around her, sending her long, poker straight dark brown hair flying out behind her. Her heart raced as she ran after the bloodstained dragon, sword gripped firmly in one hand. Her feet slapped soundlessly against the mud and leaf strewn floor, and a large, blue eyed, whitish grey wolf ran silently beside her. She grabbed a dagger from her belt and flung it at the dragon.
The dagger stuck firmly into the dragon's back, glowing ice blue. Ice crept down the dragon's back, and encased the creature in layer after layer of thick, clear ice. Stopping to catch her breath, Mira slowed to a jog, keeping a careful watch on the dragon as she went to pull the dagger out. Then, checking to make sure that the ice was still intact, she sprang agilely from the block of ice and back to the ground.
Her wolf running at her side, they slipped soundlessly through the thick tumble of forest that covered one side of Tir Na Nog. The silence was shattered by a familiar rumbling growl, then a faint rush of heat followed by a stream of red hot fire spiraling from the heart of the forest. Mira cursed, turning back for the dragon.
A dark haired boy was in the clearing where she had left the dragon. His ice blue glowing sword sang as it sliced through the air and buried itself repeatedly into the dragon's acid green hide. The dragon let out a thunderous roar, spurting acidic blood everywhere as it charged head on towards the boy.
Mira scrambled up from behind, catching the dragon off guard. Her wolf flew at the dragon's arm, a blur of smoky white. The dragon turned its bloodstained head just as Mira brought her blade down on the dragon's neck. The dragon let out a roar of rage and turned its attention from the boy to Mira.
Mira held on tightly to the dragon's cut neck as it attempted to throw her off, scales cutting deep into her fingers and knees. Gritting her teeth, she fumbled for her sword just as her wolf lunged for the dragon and pierced the dragon's side. Fire erupted from the dragon's mouth, billowing smoke among the blood stained, snow covered forests. The boy rolled out from underneath the dragon, just as Mira was flung up into the air.
The air seemed to still around her, and she stayed up in the air for longer than normal, hovering above the ground as the dragon writhed beneath her, the boy striking it again and again mercilessly.
There was a howl as her wolf was flung aside, its matted fur soaked in its own pool of blood. The dagger left Mira's hand.
It flew through the dragon's neck, severing the head from the body, but kept going, not stopping until it lodged itself firmly into the boy's shoulder.
Mira floated back to the ground and walked over to the boy. The boy turned his head to her, his dark eyes meeting her azure eyes. Mira paled, and felt her insides churn. This wasn't just any winter fey. This boy wounded by her knife? Prince Ash.