Chapter 1
Being a dragon slayer is awesome! Being a female who happens to also be a dragon slayer… Horrible. When I was growing up my mother Aurora told me I'd be an strong, just like all dragon slayers. It was my destiny. What the hell happened?! I grew up learning how to shape and control water and ice to my will, how to be the toughest, most feared water and ice mage. My mother was as proud of me as any dragon could be; she taught me how to be a dragon just like her. I was strong and scared of nothing. Then she left me when I was twelve; not even a goodbye, she just disappeared without a trace. I started wandering and learning how to turn my crude waves shards of ice into elegant weapons. That's when I learned that there was a strong difference between male dragon slayers and female. When I became of age I began to go through periods of time that could only be described as 'heats'. Instead of going through the heats like normal I went to a doctor and got a pheromone blocker, and it worked. When I went into heats, it was bearable and I always kept at least one emergency pheromone blocking shot on my person at all times. I think I keep talking to myself when I'm walking around. It's been five years since Aurora disappeared; I've been looking for her and dealing with heats. So far I've been across half of Fiore looking for her; I haven't even found a clue or a lead that might indicate where she could be. God, this is frustrating. While I was passing through Magnolia I picked up this diary, I needed something to write down my thoughts, it helps me stay focused and not babble to myself so much.
I was just about to finish my entry when I collided with a solid mass that knocked me on my ass. "Ow! Hey watch where you're going, jerk!" I said dusting myself off as I looked for my journal, which I couldn't seem to locate. Looking up I saw a raven haired guy with a scar over his left eyebrow, his eyes were such a dark blue they might look black in the right light. Standing up I noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. It looked like he was chiseled from stone, very toned but still lean. He wore a necklace with a small sword on it and a guild emblem that resembled a flame sat on his right peck. I stared at him for at least thirty seconds before I realized he was talking to me. He's really handsome...
"Hey are you okay, I'm trying to talk to you but you keep staring with a dazed look. Did you hit your head or something?" He asked grabbing my shoulders. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I pointed at his bare chest and told him he was half naked. "CRAP! Where the hell is my shirt?!" he blurted looking around for the lost article of clothing. While he was distracted I spotted my journal; grabbed it, then quickly left before he noticed. I didn't stop hauling ass till I was a block away. I started to notice that I felt light headed and the first signs of a heat coming on. Crap. Then I really got out of there. I needed to find a secluded spot where no one would bother me and I needed to take my pheromone blocker as soon as I had the chance. Soon people around me would be affected by the scent of a dragon slayer in heat and if there happened to be a male dragon slayer he would come to claim me. So I ran like hell and didn't stop until I was at least ten miles into the forest. Sometimes you have to admire the endurance of a dragon slayer. I sat down with my back against a tree and tried to catch my breath again. All I managed to do was inhale the sent he left on my journal. It was really nice. It, no he smells like winter, like home.
"Mom, where are you I could really use your help right about now." I whispered to myself. I felt the signs of a heat coming back much stronger than before. I pulled up the skirt I was wearing to find the holster that held my pheromone blocker empty. "Shit."