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Chapter 3
The girl was strange, this little flame of his. He was curious of what kind she might be, and took the opportunity to watch her as she was asleep.
Her skin glowed with the inner fire, and he racked his mind for the slightest idea of what she could be. He was ancient, and had seen much, but never something like this.
She looked young, but the aura that he could sense was of a hidden character that reeked of age and wisdom.
He snorted silently, a puff of smoke curling up from his wide nostrils. The girl murmured in her dreams.
Strange indeed. As he studied her, he realized that he had come upon something of great value. A treasure so great that the other beings, fool as they were, did not see the importance of it.
A daughter of fire, he had called her. His mind stirred, and his scaly eyebrows scrunched in thought. He recalled an old legend, one he had forgotten about for years.
He finally brought it out of the deep recesses of his mind like an old book from an old, forgotten library, deserted and left to the merciless hands of time. Like an dusty leather volume, he blew the dust of time off of the memory and opened the pages of it gingerly, handling the cracked pages gently, and turning them to the right place.
He continued to study her as she slept, cheeks slightly flushed, and remembering the lines from the old legend as the puzzle pieces began to click into place.
From the depths of time and experience will come the savior once more.
In a time when she is needed, she will come from the words of ancient lore.
Called away from the sleep of immortals, she will be summoned by the Grey and the White.
She will be the Fire of Fires, the wielder of the saving light.
She will defeat the impossible, she will save the lost.
Her heart will be swayed to the one she is meant to be with, and will stay no matter the cost.
She will be the light to the dark that burns,
She will be ashes from the flames that she learns.
The Daughter Of Fire.
Could this be the same girl? He wasn't daft: he wouldn't consider something unless he thought it was highly possible. Dragons have a high intelligence, and they pride themselves as being the master of riddles.
He mulled it over. It could be possible. But what can the legend mean? More like a prophecy, really.
She fit quite well into some of the- "requirements"- of the prophecy. The daughter of fire. The flames that she learns. But ASHES from those said flames? Very odd.
Well, he wouldn't worry about it now. Best tell her his thoughts when she awoke.
He wasn't a caring being, but he admitted that she gave him interest. Almost like a magnetic pull. He didn't just want her to be another treasure. No, she was far greater than that, if that's what the prophecy foretold. No, if she was the daughter of fire, then she would be HIS daughter. He was, after all, both fire and death, was he not?
He stood and stretched, making sure to be as quiet as possible and not to harm her small figure as she slept. Her unnatural flush made him realize that even if her thirst was sated, her hunger was not. He was hungry as well, anyway.
He took off into the sky after clearing the main gates, searching the ground for food. After killing himself some game, he killed a small rabbit and uprooted an apple tree as well, carrying it all back to his mountain and closing the gates behind him.
He arrived to find her awake and pensive.
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I drifted into sleep, and into a world of dreams as well. The world seemed to tip and swirl, and I let myself go along with the currents.
I suddenly seemed to land with a thump, and looked around to find myself in a cave, lightening and thunder crashing outside. There were figures inside, and I peered around to see them all sleeping or keeping watch by a small fire.
I listened as they told a story. A story about a white Orc and a great battle, and my Father. My heart ached for their loss, but I couldn't help but almost feel relived that my father had taken over Erebor. After all, the gold and all was cursed, not to mention the precious Arkenstone.
I frowned thoughtfully and stared into the mesmerizing fire. I suddenly looked up at the sound of intake of breath, to find the Prince of Erebor, Thorin Oakenshield, staring at me with horror and shock on his face.
Wishing to hide from his gaze, even though somewhere in my mind I was reminding myself that this was nothing but a dream, I stepped into the fire, the flames whirling around me. And everything seemed to diasppear as my eyes slid shut.
I opened my eyes again to see three figures. Two were elves, I could tell, but the third- I noticed his staff and my eyes widened. A wizard? I had never met one before!
I looked down at my skin to see it a pasty white, the inner glow not there. I frowned and sighed, feeling sorrowful to see it gone, even if this was all a dream.
They looked up and saw me, eyes widening marginally. "It worked!" The wizard murmured.
I was confused. "What worked?" I barely realized that it was out of my mouth before the beautiful elvish lady replied.
"We have been calling for you, my dear. We have need of you."
"Why?"
They looked at each other, frowning in concern. "Do you not know what you are, child?" The other elf male asked.
I shook my head. "No."
The wizard interrupted. "Remember the last lines of the instructions." He seemed to be reminding them.
They suddenly looked relieved and nodded. The wizard spoke to me. "Please try to visit us if you can. If not in flesh, then some other way."
I felt myself being drawn towards them, and nodded. "I will try." Then everything whirled and went silent once more.
I woke up with a start, sitting up and panting. I calmed down and noticed that it was too quiet. Looking around, I realized that Father must have gone somewhere and curled up thoughtfully.
What that just a dream? No, it couldn't be! It had to be real, somehow. Maybe magic? I smiled wistfully and then thought again. I had to find a way to see them. Maybe I could visit them again in a dream, later.
Having decided that, I looked up at the sound of a scuffle and thump, to see Father laying an apple tree and a rabbit next to me. I smiled up at him gratefully and reached for an apple, plucking it and taking a bite. I ate slowly, trying to get my stomach to keep it down.
I wondered how to cook the rabbit when I remembered my fire and looked down at my skin. It was still glowing. Scrunching my eyebrows together in both thought and concentration, I tried to guide the light down to my fingertips with my mind.
It worked! I smiled delightedly as the fire danced on the tips of my fingers, then remembered the reason I was trying to do so and extinguished it for a moment.
I clambered across the piles of gold till I came upon an ornamental dagger that was sharp, and began to skin the rabbit. I wasn't very good, but I didn't care and did it anyway, then held my burning fingertips to the meat of the rabbit.
When I decided that it was good enough, I pulled off a bit and ate it gingerly, swallowing the food gratefully and slowly eating the rest.
I cocked my head when I finished and looked up to see Father studying me, picking his teeth of bones. "Well done, Narylfiel. You have learned."
I smiled shyly. "Thank you for the food, Father." I picked up the dagger and the pelt, taking them to be washed of blood. Something told me that he would not be happy if his treasures were left to be soiled.
Perhaps I could learn to control and use my fire for many purposes.
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