MISTRESS OF DRAGONS
Call of dragons to the land broke the peace, shadows enter through the trees, but never let the people sleep. Whispers dark and cold, echo through the barren towns, and no one ever comes to stop it...
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Prologue: Broken
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"Kill him, or we will kill him for you!" One of the men said with a laugh, grabbing the young child by the hair and holding a knife in her hand for her.
"No, I cant!" The small girl cried, trying to push the knife away.
"Your choice." The man said, then signalled to two other men, who whipped the two horses in which her father was tied to.
"Daddy!" The child screamed, watching as her father was ripped in two.
"Now we will try again, kill him or we will kill him for you." The man whispered into the child's ear looking over to her brother who was bound with the others of her family.
"Please, for love, please stop it!" The child whimpered, backing deeper into the arms of her capturer.
"Are you going to kill him or not? Because I think it is getting chilly here." He smirked darkly to one of his band members.
"I cant! He's my brother!" She shouted, tears streaming down her face.
"Your brother eh?" The man said, grinning slightly, then he nodded to another who ripped her brother from the ground and bound him to a large stake that had been put up earlier.
"Tobias!" The child shouted, trying to break from the big mans arms and reach her brother bound to the stake.
"Tobias, ah, what I lovely name, I always like to know the name of who I'm killing. It just makes things much more personal." He laughed. "Are you going to kill him?"
"No! Tobias! Please!" She cried. "Tobias!"
"Quiet sister." Tobias whispered. "Just do it, I won't mind, and you know it."
A whip slashed across his face, drawing blood.
"Please, I would be able to rest easer to know that you killed me, not one of them." He said again, now gasping with blood pouring form his neck caused by another whip wound.
"I cant!" The girl cried, "Please let them go!" She turned and tried to beat the man holding her, but was stopped by two huge hands grasping her wrists and forcing her to turn back to her brother.
"As I asked, are you going to kill him?" The man bent down to whisper in her ear. "Alright lass, I'll cut you a deal, you kill you brother and the others don't have to die."
She looked up at her brother through her tears. "Brother." She whispered.
"Kill me!" He tried to yell. "I heard what he said, just kill me!"
"But Tobias!" She cried.
"Do it Mayir!" He called back.
The child crumpled to the ground, "I cant... I just cant..." Tears poured free down her cheeks.
"We did hear that right?" One of the men said.
"That we did." The one holding the child said. "Burn him."
"No!" The child screamed, trying to break from the man's grasp.
Tobias was doused in oil, and a torch tossed under him. His screams echoed through the woods. The young girl tried to turn and hid her eyes in the tunic of the man holding her, but was forcibly turned to watch her brother burn. There was utter silence.
Over the next few hours the child, Mayir, watched as ever member of her family was murdered in front her eyes. Over the years that the band of these brutal rouges dragged her around with them, by the age of six she killed her first person, by the age of ten she learned of her abilities as a sorceress, by the age of 14 she met a Dragon named Soukon and his sister, Sieekon.
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Ten Years After the death of her family...
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The dragon landed beside Mayir, its black scales glistening in the moonlight.
"I want to kill." Mayir whispered to him.
'That you will get to do, but not as of now.' The thoughts penetrated her mind.
"Can I at least kill my band and start aloft on my own?" Mayir muttered, pulling out a scimitar.
'If you stop complaining about how no one listens to you, then yes, go and slaughter the bunch of them. They are just a thorn in my foot anyway. I'm leaving for now.' The black dragon lowered its head beside Mayir.
"Leaving me?" She frowned, her stern face changing to one of annoyance. "Like you always do Soukon. Fine, leave me, I will do this on my own, then I will find your sister."
'My sister?'
"Yes, I need to gather the dragons." Mayir whispered.
'Great...' The Soukon raised his head, and it nearly reached twenty feet in the air. 'You are not the powers around here.'
"But I am, am I not the most skill sorceress in this land?" She asked, looking up.
'Yes, that you are, but only for your age. There are others who are much more powerful than you.' Soukon's thoughts entered her head. 'You are only fifteen Mayir, you still have much to learn.'
Mayir nodded then started to walk back to her bands camp, the same people who ten years earlier had forced her to watch then kill every member of her family, though she didn't want to kill them for that.
'Where are you going?' Soukon asked, lowering himself to her level and stopping her with his long white beard.
"I want to kill, where do you think I am going?" She asked her voice held the strength of a queen.
'Fine, I will return again in a few days, hold your ground, and don't get to cocky.' Soukon Spread his great wings and took off over the trees, leaving Mayir in a whirlwind of dried leaves. Her silver hair, tied loosely in braids that hung at the side of her head moved gently from the gust, and her white thin shirt tried to wrap around its self, along with the single-shoulder cloak that she wore.
"Kill the day, burn the night and in echo's on the pond, view the end that shall come. Dream no more of flowers and fields, but of death and decay, remember not the past, but the present day." Mayir entered the camp.
"You know that that is disturbing right?" One of the men said sitting by the fire and sharpening one of his blades.
Mayir looked at him, and then sauntered over to a tree where she jumped up and sat on a lower branch.
"I feel like an elf now." She said, pulling out a scroll.
"And what might you be doing with that, Mayir al'Donovan?" One of the others asked.
"And you dare use my full name?" She spat back, scanning down the elvish words. "Lanta en' kalale!" She muttered and a bolt of lightning struck the fire.
"What the hell are you doing?" One of the men shouted, jumping back.
Mayir looked at him. "Hyandae en' luhta." She said, jumping down, and blade spirits sliced the man to bits.
"Mayir, what are you doing?" Another gasped, pulling out his sword.
"Lova poldora." Mayir whispered and the man dropped his sword, hardly able to stand from the weight of his armour. She pulled out her scimitar and dug it into his chest, then ripped it out and walked past.
The band all drew their weapons, and stood in an attack position.
"I'm bored now of this wizardry." She muttered, placing the scroll into a small pouch that hung at the side of her belt.
"Mayir? What has come over you?" Tovan, the leader asked, holding his bastard sword firmly inform of him.
"I'm bored of you now." Mayir answered as a blast of white-hot light pulsed from her. Her blue eyes opened in surprise, and then went back to their calm stage, she was still new with this sorcery thing and things seemed to randomly happen, such as that.
She looked around to see the burnt bodies lying around, scattered like rag dolls thrown askew.
"Oops." She said, walking over to the corpses to remove any valuables as they had taught her.
With her new sack over her shoulder, and her blade sheathed and her hand crossbow hanging off her belt, she made her way to the nearest town to sell her loot and get a few coins to stay at a local tavern.
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*** Sorry to anyone who was interested in "The Timelesswoods Part One Alone" I have cancelled that story.
Authors Notes: This is the prologue/ first chapter to MISTRESS OF DRAGONS; I would love it if you could R&R and help me improve it.
Call of dragons to the land broke the peace, shadows enter through the trees, but never let the people sleep. Whispers dark and cold, echo through the barren towns, and no one ever comes to stop it...
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Prologue: Broken
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"Kill him, or we will kill him for you!" One of the men said with a laugh, grabbing the young child by the hair and holding a knife in her hand for her.
"No, I cant!" The small girl cried, trying to push the knife away.
"Your choice." The man said, then signalled to two other men, who whipped the two horses in which her father was tied to.
"Daddy!" The child screamed, watching as her father was ripped in two.
"Now we will try again, kill him or we will kill him for you." The man whispered into the child's ear looking over to her brother who was bound with the others of her family.
"Please, for love, please stop it!" The child whimpered, backing deeper into the arms of her capturer.
"Are you going to kill him or not? Because I think it is getting chilly here." He smirked darkly to one of his band members.
"I cant! He's my brother!" She shouted, tears streaming down her face.
"Your brother eh?" The man said, grinning slightly, then he nodded to another who ripped her brother from the ground and bound him to a large stake that had been put up earlier.
"Tobias!" The child shouted, trying to break from the big mans arms and reach her brother bound to the stake.
"Tobias, ah, what I lovely name, I always like to know the name of who I'm killing. It just makes things much more personal." He laughed. "Are you going to kill him?"
"No! Tobias! Please!" She cried. "Tobias!"
"Quiet sister." Tobias whispered. "Just do it, I won't mind, and you know it."
A whip slashed across his face, drawing blood.
"Please, I would be able to rest easer to know that you killed me, not one of them." He said again, now gasping with blood pouring form his neck caused by another whip wound.
"I cant!" The girl cried, "Please let them go!" She turned and tried to beat the man holding her, but was stopped by two huge hands grasping her wrists and forcing her to turn back to her brother.
"As I asked, are you going to kill him?" The man bent down to whisper in her ear. "Alright lass, I'll cut you a deal, you kill you brother and the others don't have to die."
She looked up at her brother through her tears. "Brother." She whispered.
"Kill me!" He tried to yell. "I heard what he said, just kill me!"
"But Tobias!" She cried.
"Do it Mayir!" He called back.
The child crumpled to the ground, "I cant... I just cant..." Tears poured free down her cheeks.
"We did hear that right?" One of the men said.
"That we did." The one holding the child said. "Burn him."
"No!" The child screamed, trying to break from the man's grasp.
Tobias was doused in oil, and a torch tossed under him. His screams echoed through the woods. The young girl tried to turn and hid her eyes in the tunic of the man holding her, but was forcibly turned to watch her brother burn. There was utter silence.
Over the next few hours the child, Mayir, watched as ever member of her family was murdered in front her eyes. Over the years that the band of these brutal rouges dragged her around with them, by the age of six she killed her first person, by the age of ten she learned of her abilities as a sorceress, by the age of 14 she met a Dragon named Soukon and his sister, Sieekon.
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Ten Years After the death of her family...
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The dragon landed beside Mayir, its black scales glistening in the moonlight.
"I want to kill." Mayir whispered to him.
'That you will get to do, but not as of now.' The thoughts penetrated her mind.
"Can I at least kill my band and start aloft on my own?" Mayir muttered, pulling out a scimitar.
'If you stop complaining about how no one listens to you, then yes, go and slaughter the bunch of them. They are just a thorn in my foot anyway. I'm leaving for now.' The black dragon lowered its head beside Mayir.
"Leaving me?" She frowned, her stern face changing to one of annoyance. "Like you always do Soukon. Fine, leave me, I will do this on my own, then I will find your sister."
'My sister?'
"Yes, I need to gather the dragons." Mayir whispered.
'Great...' The Soukon raised his head, and it nearly reached twenty feet in the air. 'You are not the powers around here.'
"But I am, am I not the most skill sorceress in this land?" She asked, looking up.
'Yes, that you are, but only for your age. There are others who are much more powerful than you.' Soukon's thoughts entered her head. 'You are only fifteen Mayir, you still have much to learn.'
Mayir nodded then started to walk back to her bands camp, the same people who ten years earlier had forced her to watch then kill every member of her family, though she didn't want to kill them for that.
'Where are you going?' Soukon asked, lowering himself to her level and stopping her with his long white beard.
"I want to kill, where do you think I am going?" She asked her voice held the strength of a queen.
'Fine, I will return again in a few days, hold your ground, and don't get to cocky.' Soukon Spread his great wings and took off over the trees, leaving Mayir in a whirlwind of dried leaves. Her silver hair, tied loosely in braids that hung at the side of her head moved gently from the gust, and her white thin shirt tried to wrap around its self, along with the single-shoulder cloak that she wore.
"Kill the day, burn the night and in echo's on the pond, view the end that shall come. Dream no more of flowers and fields, but of death and decay, remember not the past, but the present day." Mayir entered the camp.
"You know that that is disturbing right?" One of the men said sitting by the fire and sharpening one of his blades.
Mayir looked at him, and then sauntered over to a tree where she jumped up and sat on a lower branch.
"I feel like an elf now." She said, pulling out a scroll.
"And what might you be doing with that, Mayir al'Donovan?" One of the others asked.
"And you dare use my full name?" She spat back, scanning down the elvish words. "Lanta en' kalale!" She muttered and a bolt of lightning struck the fire.
"What the hell are you doing?" One of the men shouted, jumping back.
Mayir looked at him. "Hyandae en' luhta." She said, jumping down, and blade spirits sliced the man to bits.
"Mayir, what are you doing?" Another gasped, pulling out his sword.
"Lova poldora." Mayir whispered and the man dropped his sword, hardly able to stand from the weight of his armour. She pulled out her scimitar and dug it into his chest, then ripped it out and walked past.
The band all drew their weapons, and stood in an attack position.
"I'm bored now of this wizardry." She muttered, placing the scroll into a small pouch that hung at the side of her belt.
"Mayir? What has come over you?" Tovan, the leader asked, holding his bastard sword firmly inform of him.
"I'm bored of you now." Mayir answered as a blast of white-hot light pulsed from her. Her blue eyes opened in surprise, and then went back to their calm stage, she was still new with this sorcery thing and things seemed to randomly happen, such as that.
She looked around to see the burnt bodies lying around, scattered like rag dolls thrown askew.
"Oops." She said, walking over to the corpses to remove any valuables as they had taught her.
With her new sack over her shoulder, and her blade sheathed and her hand crossbow hanging off her belt, she made her way to the nearest town to sell her loot and get a few coins to stay at a local tavern.
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*** Sorry to anyone who was interested in "The Timelesswoods Part One Alone" I have cancelled that story.
Authors Notes: This is the prologue/ first chapter to MISTRESS OF DRAGONS; I would love it if you could R&R and help me improve it.