The day was mild and cool after so many days of heat, and everyone in Cassardis had made sure to come out to enjoy the day. Aphrodite was especially enjoying herself as she watched the children run around, playing tag and giggling as they tried to catch each other. They had wanted her to join, but she had declined, happy simply to wander around the village unhindered by heat.
Near the gate leading out of the village there were soldiers spouting off about the dragon and prophecies. Aphrodite ignored them. The dragon, she thought to herself, would never come to her humble little village. No one here would be worthy.
As she wandered she came upon Adaro, who smiled at her brightly and continued listening to a very excited Valmiro, who was talking far too fast to actually keep up with. Quina, across the road, waved, and Aphrodite waved back, starting to walk towards her.
"It's the dragon!" came the scream from the beach. "The dragon is here! Run!"
Aphrodite, unbelieving, turned from Quina and, shielding her eyes, looked out towards the ocean. She felt the blood drain from her face as she saw it—the dragon. It was huge, hundreds of times her size, with glistening red scales still wet from where it had splashed into the water and destroyed the pier.
People screaming, running, she had to brace herself to stop from getting knocked over. People screaming in fear and pain, and people dead. Villagers, people she knew.
Terrified, but feeling adrenaline course through her, she ran towards the nearest weapon, which just so happened to be a sword, and ran at the dragon, careful to not get in the way of its long jets of flame.
Her heartbeat so hard and loud in her chest she could barely hear anything else except her breathing, which was erratic and heavy. She was scared, her hands trembled as they tightly, albeit clumsily, held the sword, swinging almost wildly at it's hind legs, then, after narrowly dodging the tail, hitting its front leg.
That's when he batted her away and she went flying across the sand like a stone skipped in water. Everything hurt, pain like she had never felt before throbbed through her whole body and her vision kept flickering.
Nevertheless she could see the dragon looking at his paw, her meager weapon falling from where it had gotten stuck in his palm, and landing with a loud splash into the water. Then the dragon came at her, talking in a language that she could not understand.
Aphrodite was in too much pain to be truly afraid. Nevertheless, when he raised one paw and pointed his claw at her chest, she knew that things were only going to get worse. His claw touched her heart and if she had been able to scream she would have as her heart ripped itself out of her chest and she was raised violently several feet off the ground and left to fall back. Though the sand was soft, pain still rippled through her.
Helpless, she could only lay there and watch as the dragon raised his paw, her heart still stuck on the end of his claw, and raised it to his mouth where he swallowed it. Her vision, flickering, then went black.
Aphrodite awoke feeling better than she even would have imagined considering what she had been though. Confused and sore she sat, then stood, looking around and noticing the table with very poor looking weapons situated on and against it.
"Take up arms, newly arisen," said the dragon's voice from nowhere and everywhere, startling her and frightening her. She shuddered, closed her eyes, then opened them and walked to the table. Which to choose? She touched each one in turn: a sword and shield, a bow and quiver of arrows, and a staff.
In the end, she chose the sword and shield.
Feeling a little more than lost, she turned towards the door and started out of it, but quickly backed up when she saw Quina and Adaro talking in the next room.
"Yes, the wound has closed, and it seems the worst has passed, but...her heart lies silent!" Quina said, her voice breaking slightly.
Disturbed, Aphrodite put her hand to her chest where her new wound was. If you would face me...she cringed but was careful to not make a sound, lest they hear her.
"You're sure of this?" Adaro asked, pulling her back to their conversation.
"Yes," Quina said.
"Ill magic...the work of some curse!" Adaro exclaimed, his face set somewhere between anger and concern. "The whole world's already gone mad for fear of this dragon. Won't no good come of this." He said. "I must go see to the others, Quina. Tell me if aught changes here."
"Alright," she agreed. Adaro left, the door shutting loudly behind him.
Aphrodite came out from the door way and into the room and Quina, unaware, turned to go check on her, and gasped when she almost ran into smiled warily.
"You should be in bed," Quina said, looking far too concerned.
"I feel fine, Quina. I think I'll go have a look around the village," she said, feeling a queer tug to do just that. It became stronger and stronger as she stood there, making her increasingly uncomfortable.
Quina, still worried, could only nod.
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This is my first fanfiction ever, and out of all the tv shows that I have watched and that give me feels, I end up writing it about a game. Oh well. C'est la vie.
Unedited, 897 words.
This is about my main character and pawn. I've got a rough outline of each chapter.
I hope you enjoy!