Chapter Three: Of Forests and Dragons
No one dared enter the Spine, not unless they were absolutely daft. Though, this was not the case with the two children currently walking into the dreaded mountain range.
They were safe, they knew this.
The first was a tall, young man of seventeen or so, the second his younger, by two years, sister. Both claimed dark, jet-black hair and cool eyes of blue and green. Though younger and smaller than her brother, Mariah could use a sword just as well as he, and her magic seemed to be twice as strong as his and twice as unwieldy. In a spar, she could very well hold her own.
In the tiny village of Carvahall however, no one knew of this part of them; villagers merely took them to be foolish young children whom had no common sense as to the dangers of the Spine.
They knew better.
Mark, after looking behind him to make sure that no one had followed or would be following, slipped into the shadows of the trees, taking to a path that had long been there.
"I thought we were going to town, brother," she said, trotting behind him. He waved at her to be quiet and continued on in silence, listening to the birds singing within the tree limbs high above.
Just as the trees began to tighten, and one had to crawl through the thorny underbrush to merely move, the forest parted, leaving a large clearing in front of the two siblings.
Within the spacious clearing, stood a large, red dragon…