MISTRESS OF DRAGONS
Dreams fly but memories stay firmly grounded. And as love but never opens its eyes to the reality of the world, if ever should you fall down its path, you are lost in dreams... forever.
Chapter five: The crimson blood turns.
Mayir placed her arm over Tobias' shoulder and he helped her back into the caves, though Tobias was reluctant to enter them again, he did for Mayir. Mayir on the other hand was fighting with her mind, she would usually just kill someone who bothered her, and Tobias was bothering her, so why wouldn't she kill him? Sieekon approached in her human form and spoke to Tobias.
"Leave her to us, and we will care for her." She said, her glistening blue eyes trying to break down his soft gaze.
"No, I can take care of her, you can just go on and do what dragons do." He said, he was afraid, though now he was afraid and protective.
"Mayir is a child of the dragons, and you are to hand her over to the council and leave this land." Sieekon was angered by his disobedience, and looked to Mayir. "He is under you charge, you tell him what to do."
Mayir looked at Sieekon then back at Tobias. "Let Sieekon care for me, I will be fine." She muttered, and Tobias let Mayir slip from his shoulders to Sieekon and watched as they left the room and headed off somewhere else.
"DAMNIT!" He shouted kicking the hard stonewall, and then sat back down to hold his foot which was now in immense pain.
Sieekon got a closer look at Mayir then frowned. "You are not a vampire." She said.
Mayir looked back at her puzzled. "Why would you ever think that I am a vampire?" She asked, sitting by the wall that Sieekon had taken her too.
Sieekon walked over to the other wall to get something. "I would just suppose that when you have fangs that you are a vampire." She stated. Mayir ran her finger along the length of her teeth.
"WHY DO I HAVE FANGS!' She shouted, scrambling up to look in a mirror that hung on the wall.
"Ask me not, Soukon is the one who knows things such as that." She said, walking back over to Mayir. Mayir looked at her.
"You have fangs." Mayir said, and Sieekon nodded.
"I am a dragon, all my forms have fangs." She said handing Mayir a small green tablet and a cup of water.
Mayir took it and drank the water, then looked back at Sieekon. "Soukon stated that I have dragons blood in my veins, could that be why?"
Sieekon looked at her then responded. "You had no fangs come of entering this cave."
"Well what if the 'dragons seal' did something?" She asked again, now slightly worried about her fangs.
"That could be that case, but I'm not sure about it." Sieekon sat down a few feet off.
"What is the 'dragons seal'?" Mayir asked, sitting as well.
Sieekon looked at her then took a glass of water and drank some of it. "The 'dragons seal' is a tattoo made form the blood of dragons, when given to a mortal or one who is not a dragon it represents that they are accepted into the dragons society, like a right of passage you could say. But in your case, when the dragon's blood touches the blood of another dragon, even a small amount like that in you, then it creates a volatile reaction, as you saw and felt." She put her glass down.
"Could that volatile reaction have triggered something in me?" Mayir asked, she noticed that the bombardment of questions was irritating Sieekon.
"That it could have but I do not know, Soukon would understand what is happening." She got up and left Mayir alone in the room, and Mayir heard as Sieekon changed back into her dragon form and take off into the caves.
"Fine!" Mayir muttered as she stood, she noticed how whatever it was that Sieekon gave her really helped and she felt much better than she did.
"What does Sieekon know? She is JUST a common white dragon, her brother, who knows how it works that they become siblings, is, I think a shadow dragon." Mayir started to mutter things to herself as she walked from the room and into the depths of the cave. "Like a white could tell me anything..." She was trying to relieve some of her stress, but mumbling things to herself didn't help.
"Mayir! I found you." Tobias called out approaching Mayir from down one of the halls.
"Oh hell..." Mayir muttered, seeing him. "Must you persist to follow me everywhere?"
"I only wish to see that your are well, and besides, we never finished out little match." He said trying to strike a conversation, no matter what note it was on.
"Go and bitch to the displacer beast about that, oh wait." Mayir had a mocking touch to her voice. "The displacer beast is dead, I guess you will just have to find someone else to bitch to, and it's not me." She walked past Tobias and towards the cave entrance.
"Why do you persist to beat me down?" He asked while turning to watch her walk off. "What wrong have I done to you?"
Mayir bent down to pick up a stone from the ground and chucked it at him, it barley missed, scratching off the wall behind him. "Answer that yourself bard."
"And you persist to call me 'bard'" He looked at her with a stern face, and then it cracked to a smile that said he had a comeback. "What be it, now should I call you sorceress...or rogue?"
Mayir glared at him, how did he know that she had the skills of a rogue? Or was it just a good guess, something to anger her...
"Leave me!" Mayir growled, turning back to leave the caves.
"Where are you going?" Tobias followed Mayir and looked her in her face, stopping her.
"I am going to slowly rip out someone or something's throat, but first I will tie them down, make an incision on their stomach and slowly roll out their intestines on a blade or a stick or something." Mayir had a satisfied look on her face; she was going to kill someone, though the way she described was not entirely accurate.
Tobias looked shocked, appalled and afraid from her statement. "Y...you... ar...are go...going to kill someone?" He stammered.
"Yes." Mayir stated bluntly walking past him. "It helps me relieve stress..." Mayir disappeared off out of the cave.
Tobias just stood there, looking more at the wall then at anything else, and then he turned back into the cave. "She's going to kill someone, just because it relieves stress..." He muttered under his breath, trying to grasp any logic in it. "Why do I like a killer?" He looked up. "Why does everyone I like have to be a killer?" He turned back to where she had left. She might only be a sociopath, there was a sense of care in her...His thoughts trailed off and he walked deeper into the cave, no longer caring about the dragons.
Authors notes: There you go! I don't really have anything to say about this chapter, R&R please!
To Tom Valor – I hope this chapter clears up the sorceress/rogue business; Mayir was raised by rogues and only recently learned of her sorcerer abilities. Thanks for helping me keep this accurate though!
To mepb – I also hope that this chapter clears up the information about the dragon's seal that you were questioning.