MISTRESS OF DRAGONS
Fall through the trees, and down the rivers, up to the skies where the birds fly with empty souls. And laugh with your teary eyes, as those with love fall, never here, never gone. Broken wings carry you up so high to where the sun will burn your flesh away.
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Chapter One: The Bard
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Mayir had gotten herself about twenty gold pieces and was making her way over to the tavern before the sun had risen. She walked in, and across the wooden floors to the front counter.
"Room, hot bath and a meal." She said bluntly, dropping her sac of gold in front of the man and turned away to analyze her surroundings. There were about ten large round tables in the lounge and a risen stage where a young bard played his lute; there were only five people in the tavern and three sat at one table, quietly discussing matters of the day over their pipes and ale, the other two sat near the door looking over some sort of map.
"That will be three gold pieces if you will milady." He said, seeming to look over her exotic beauty.
Mayir looked at the sac then took out three gold pieces and tossed then down onto the counter before stuffing the sac back into her pouch.
"Your room is up stairs, number five, you can call for the bath when ever you wish, and the meal can be provided at you will." The man said behind the counter, unable to take his eyes off Mayir.
Mayir nodded, then took a seat near the far windows and ordered some ale. She noticed how the bard looked at her. She, as many sorceresses and sorcerers, believed that they were ancestors of the dragons, and from that blood they had been given their exotic looks. Mayir sipped at her ale and listened to his song, it seemed to hold here in a spell, even though she was paying little attention. The song ended and the bard jumped from the stage and wandered casually over to Mayir and sat himself at her table, ordering himself some ale as well.
"And what might such a fine lass be doing in a place like this?" He asked, looking into Mayir's deep blue eyes, they as her hair had a metallic tint to them.
"And why is it your concern?" She asked back to him, looking into his eyes over her ale. He was a thin man, with long black hair that hung down past his shoulders and his eyes were a warm brown. He wore simple leather armour and a ring though his ear, but his scar on his arm caught her attention. "Where did you receive a wound such as that bard?"
The bard looked at his arm and the wound that lay across it. "A battle." He answered, pulling his sleeve down over it.
"Why is it that I come over here to ask why a fair lady is in such a foul place and I am quizzed by questions about my past?" He tried to snap at her, but her gaze softened him.
"And why is it that you come over here to disrupt my silence?" She asked, placing her ale onto the table and leaning back in her chair. "Leave me."
"How 'bout I buy you another ale," He said nodding his head over to her near to empty cup. "And you let me say?"
Mayir looked into her cup, and then eyed the stranger. "Fine." She said, smiling slightly, she knew how to use people.
"DRAGON!" A person shouted from the streets running into the tavern. "EVERYONE RUN TO THE CELLERS!" The person ran off into the galley.
The bard turned to Mayir to say for her to come with him to the cellars, but she was no longer there, nor was his ale.
Mayir entered the stables with the bard's ale in one hand, and looked around at the horses.
"Aren't you a beauty?" She said to a black stallion, opening the gate and patting his nose with a kind hand only to be interrupted by the scream of a woman then the scream from a man. Mayir left the stables to investigate.
The bard watched as the carcass, drenched in blood fell to the ground.
"How dare you kill such a fine lady? I never even got to get her name!" He shouted up at the black dragon that stood over him. Behind the dragon was another, a silver white ice dragon and beside her a golden sun dragon, each of colossal size. The bard drew his rapier and pointed it up at the black dragon.
"I will kill you this time Soukon! You may have wounded me many years ago, but wounds heal, this is for the lady!" He glared up at Soukon.
Mayir walked behind the three dragons and walked out between them, each backing away for her and Soukon looked down at her.
'Your late.' He mentally told her.
"Your point?" Mayir asked, and then turned to the bard. "So Soukon gave you that wound then?" She asked.
The bard could hardly believe his eyes. "Your...but your dead, I saw and he...and they anent you? And you talk with them civilly and..." The bard looked at her.
Mayir smiled then turned to walk off with her dragons.
"Wait!" The bard called after her. "I never got your name!"
Mayir stopped and with ought turning to face him said back. "Mayir, Mayir al'Donovan."
"Can I at least speak of you my name?" He called after her.
"Speak." Her words where deafly calm.
"Tobias, I am Tobias Tieekaro." He said, and Mayir felt a pain inside.
A memory passed her mind, her brother calling for her in a felid then disappearing in a wave of flames. Mayir closed her eyes, and then turned to him.
"Pleasure to meet you Tobias." She said, then turned back to follow the dragons, her hands shaking almost, she still remembered her brother.
"Come along now Mayir." A voice said, and a cold hand crossed over her shoulders, "You have been accepted for the dragons seal." The vampire looked down at her.
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Authors Notes: I am way to tired today to add an authors notes, I almost lost this chapter three times, so there you go. Enjoy. R&R Please!
Fall through the trees, and down the rivers, up to the skies where the birds fly with empty souls. And laugh with your teary eyes, as those with love fall, never here, never gone. Broken wings carry you up so high to where the sun will burn your flesh away.
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Chapter One: The Bard
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Mayir had gotten herself about twenty gold pieces and was making her way over to the tavern before the sun had risen. She walked in, and across the wooden floors to the front counter.
"Room, hot bath and a meal." She said bluntly, dropping her sac of gold in front of the man and turned away to analyze her surroundings. There were about ten large round tables in the lounge and a risen stage where a young bard played his lute; there were only five people in the tavern and three sat at one table, quietly discussing matters of the day over their pipes and ale, the other two sat near the door looking over some sort of map.
"That will be three gold pieces if you will milady." He said, seeming to look over her exotic beauty.
Mayir looked at the sac then took out three gold pieces and tossed then down onto the counter before stuffing the sac back into her pouch.
"Your room is up stairs, number five, you can call for the bath when ever you wish, and the meal can be provided at you will." The man said behind the counter, unable to take his eyes off Mayir.
Mayir nodded, then took a seat near the far windows and ordered some ale. She noticed how the bard looked at her. She, as many sorceresses and sorcerers, believed that they were ancestors of the dragons, and from that blood they had been given their exotic looks. Mayir sipped at her ale and listened to his song, it seemed to hold here in a spell, even though she was paying little attention. The song ended and the bard jumped from the stage and wandered casually over to Mayir and sat himself at her table, ordering himself some ale as well.
"And what might such a fine lass be doing in a place like this?" He asked, looking into Mayir's deep blue eyes, they as her hair had a metallic tint to them.
"And why is it your concern?" She asked back to him, looking into his eyes over her ale. He was a thin man, with long black hair that hung down past his shoulders and his eyes were a warm brown. He wore simple leather armour and a ring though his ear, but his scar on his arm caught her attention. "Where did you receive a wound such as that bard?"
The bard looked at his arm and the wound that lay across it. "A battle." He answered, pulling his sleeve down over it.
"Why is it that I come over here to ask why a fair lady is in such a foul place and I am quizzed by questions about my past?" He tried to snap at her, but her gaze softened him.
"And why is it that you come over here to disrupt my silence?" She asked, placing her ale onto the table and leaning back in her chair. "Leave me."
"How 'bout I buy you another ale," He said nodding his head over to her near to empty cup. "And you let me say?"
Mayir looked into her cup, and then eyed the stranger. "Fine." She said, smiling slightly, she knew how to use people.
"DRAGON!" A person shouted from the streets running into the tavern. "EVERYONE RUN TO THE CELLERS!" The person ran off into the galley.
The bard turned to Mayir to say for her to come with him to the cellars, but she was no longer there, nor was his ale.
Mayir entered the stables with the bard's ale in one hand, and looked around at the horses.
"Aren't you a beauty?" She said to a black stallion, opening the gate and patting his nose with a kind hand only to be interrupted by the scream of a woman then the scream from a man. Mayir left the stables to investigate.
The bard watched as the carcass, drenched in blood fell to the ground.
"How dare you kill such a fine lady? I never even got to get her name!" He shouted up at the black dragon that stood over him. Behind the dragon was another, a silver white ice dragon and beside her a golden sun dragon, each of colossal size. The bard drew his rapier and pointed it up at the black dragon.
"I will kill you this time Soukon! You may have wounded me many years ago, but wounds heal, this is for the lady!" He glared up at Soukon.
Mayir walked behind the three dragons and walked out between them, each backing away for her and Soukon looked down at her.
'Your late.' He mentally told her.
"Your point?" Mayir asked, and then turned to the bard. "So Soukon gave you that wound then?" She asked.
The bard could hardly believe his eyes. "Your...but your dead, I saw and he...and they anent you? And you talk with them civilly and..." The bard looked at her.
Mayir smiled then turned to walk off with her dragons.
"Wait!" The bard called after her. "I never got your name!"
Mayir stopped and with ought turning to face him said back. "Mayir, Mayir al'Donovan."
"Can I at least speak of you my name?" He called after her.
"Speak." Her words where deafly calm.
"Tobias, I am Tobias Tieekaro." He said, and Mayir felt a pain inside.
A memory passed her mind, her brother calling for her in a felid then disappearing in a wave of flames. Mayir closed her eyes, and then turned to him.
"Pleasure to meet you Tobias." She said, then turned back to follow the dragons, her hands shaking almost, she still remembered her brother.
"Come along now Mayir." A voice said, and a cold hand crossed over her shoulders, "You have been accepted for the dragons seal." The vampire looked down at her.
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Authors Notes: I am way to tired today to add an authors notes, I almost lost this chapter three times, so there you go. Enjoy. R&R Please!