The Stone of Valfir
Chapter One
The Power of Memories
She was motionless, lost in thought, staring at the solemn scene before her. Most of the debris had been cleared, but the horror and shock still remained. It was just a week later, and she stood there, reliving the nightmare.
A bone-chilling scream split the tranquil night air. Alana shot up from bed and burst out the door of the tree she called home. Looking around, she saw many of her neighbors doing the same. A smarting stench reached her flawless nostrils, and she immediately knew what was wrong.
"FIRE!" screamed the villagers as they struggled to tame the blazing inferno.
Incantations in the ancient language were shouted in an attempt to put out the flames. Alana re-entered her home with haste, seized her two swords, one green, the other white, and exited once more. Just as she was about to run towards the fire, something else caught her attention: a dragon with flashing teeth and glistening red scales. It was enveloping the village in fire and fear. Its spiked tail was wreaking havoc as it swung at anything in its path. Alan's green eyes narrowed in disgust when she saw a man on the back of this creature waving his gleaming blood red sword in the air. On the breastplate of his black armor, she could make out the crimson insignia of the Empire.
Men on both foot and horseback poured into the village as she leapt into the fray.
Alana speared a horseman with Risdoom, her father's green sword. The blood ran down the ivy shaped channels imprinted into the blade, making the carvings become a treacherous burgundy. Alana killed another man with the white blade of her mother's seemingly weightless sword, Oraelin, and ran towards the oncoming soldiers. Alana fought with the skill of a seasoned warrior. Her hours of training and practice came back to her, the lessons of her parents echoing in her mind.
"How could they have broken through the magical barrier?" She thought in bewilderment.
After killing twenty or more soldiers, Alana felt the ground beneath her feet shudder. She attempted to clap her hands over her delicate pointed ears as she heard a deafening roar. She turned around, knowing what she would find. The dragon was thirty feet away, and his red eyes were piercing her skull. She stared back defiantly until another shriek broke her stare. One of the soldiers was pulling his sword out of the body of an elven child. Enraged, Alana ran towards the soldier, swinging both swords over her head. She beheaded him and pierced the heart of another.
"Alana!"
It took a while for her to realize that someone was calling her name.
"ALANA!"
Alana turned her head towards the voice. Her good friend Lifyar, who was ushering the children and the elderly into a large tree, was beckoning her to come with him.
"COME ON!" He shouted amidst the confusion.
Fending off another wave of men, Alana took the offer and sprinted towards him. Without looking back, she dove into the tree and slammed the door behind her. When she hit the ground with a "thud", Alana found herself underground in the pitch black. She heard the shallow breathing of her neighbors around her.
"Is everyone ok?" a voice asked.
"Hmph… Oh, but of course." Someone mumbled sarcastically.
Alana murmured a couple words under her breath, and her palms began to glow, shedding some light on the miserable scene. Only a quarter of the townspeople were present. All huddled together, listening to the noise coming from outside.
They heard the screams of their friends and family...
the roars of the red dragon...
the crackling of fire as it licked up the trees above them...
And then...
..then...
they heard nothing.
ooh wasn't that special? ;) well this is my first fanfic so I hope you don't find my writing too mediocre. If you have any suggestions or compliments feel free to submit a review or send me a message ;D. I might not be updating in a while, but I'll try to asap :)
