A/N: Yet again, the song is written by me. Any suggestions on a title for it?
Captured
The years passed, but still the dragon would not leave the hills. The people of Brethil were worried, and Ilayilia and her family soon found it impossible to go into town. Finally Kalkas went out alone to try to and reach his father and find some hired men to protect their barn. Ilayilia was left alone with Falkas, who was about ten by now.
"Be careful," Kalkas had warned her before her left. "We don't know what the dragon wants, so stay close to home."
"You be careful, too," Ilayilia had said, kissing him and causing Falkas to mime puking. Over a week had passed, and still no news of her husband. But Ilayilia was not very worried yet, for Kalkas's father lived fairly far south and it would take him almost a week to get there, let alone return.
Brassen had grown over the years. He was a fine young colt and practically towered over the shaggy Rhaw Nur. Ilayilia was out in the fields with him almost everyday, training him on a long lead rope.
After one such training session, Ilayilia led Brassen back to the barn and gave him fresh water and oats. The sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon as she came out of the barn. Ilayilia walked around the barn once, making sure all of the doors and windows were secure. As she did she hummed to herself, then began to sing.
"The snow fell all around
As I walked into Savorntown
And though I know the snow will go
I've seen springtime flowers grow
For seasons come and seasons change
And blossoms follow snow.
The rain fell all around
As I departed Savorntown
And though I know the rain will fall
I have heard the blackbird's call
For seasons come and seasons change
And harvest time follows rain
The leaves fell all around
As I came to my home
And though I know the leaves will go
I still look for winter snow
For seasons come and seasons change
And snow will blanket the field."
When she finished, Ilayilia felt something was wrong. It was too quiet, and all of the birds had stopped singing. Inside the stables, the ponies were whinnying nervously, and she could hear them moving restlessly.
Ilayilia went to the front of the stable to check on the ponies one last time when she heard the steady thump of wings and felt the gusts of winds stirred up. The woman turned and screamed as a large black shape blocked out the sky. The ponies also screamed, running around the barn and kicking at the doors of the stalls.
Hot black claws closed around Ilayilia's waist and she fainted from fear as she was lifted into the air.