Zatarra ran down the empty street, hoping that the families got away, got somewhere safe. She turned another corner rounding to the shipyard where she spotted Jericho throwing stacks of wood meant for the repairs of the ships. A ferocious bellow left his lungs as Zatarra ran to his side. When Jericho spotted her she saw his eyebrows wrinkle in sympathy. He knew her fears, he knew up until the green haired man had arrived on the island, this was a day she lived in fear of. Now it had come and Jericho didn't know what to do for her.
"Everything will be all right in the end." Jericho patted her head and pointed to an old katana, Zatarra knew it by the smell of the oil she used to clean it with. No one had touched that sword in the last 15 years other than to keep it clean. She looked up with sorrow in her eyes, "Protect this island, protect your home." She ran off at full sprint to get to it. A few men walked in her path, she jumps up and sets her hands on their shoulders and pushes herself up into the air moving forward, only forward. Men shouted that that was the white hair they were looking for, that was who their Dragon wanted. The fear choked Zatarra, something she hadn't felt in years. She was here, the Dragon had set foot on her island, had come to her home and that left her with no choice but to stand her ground and defend her domicile.
Sorry this week is so short, I'm hoping to get back on a schedule and release weekly. Also sorry about my absence I have been dealing with some personal health issues. Thank you for continuing to read!
~Jack