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Dragons of Power

By

Shadow's Wings

A dark-cloaked figure snuck quietly down the hall of the huge castle-like house. A few torches illuminated the imposing stone walls, but they were few and

far between. In the shadows created by the torchlight the figure looked sinister and mysterious. But the figure stuck to the shadows. Expertly. Reaching a corner the

dark shape slowed and looked cautiously around the edge, one hand gripping a polished wooden stick. Seeing no one the figure progressed silently down a

majestically sweeping staircase to a high-ceilinged entrance hall. Just by the door a uniformed man sat with his back to the wall, snoring quietly. The door security.

Without approaching the man the dark figure pointed the wooden stick at him and whispered just barely audibly.

            "Somnus." The door man continued to sleep. The dark figure now walked to the door and quietly pulled back the large bolt. With only the slightest of

creaks the massive wooden door swung open a crack and the figure slipped through, shutting the door quietly behind. Turning, the figure gazed from under the black

hood on its cloak at the long sweeping lawn before turning and disappearing into the shadows at the edge of the house. From there it was able to enter the woods

which wrapped around from the back of the house like arms. A few minutes later a distant crack could be heard from the house, but everyone was asleep. And then

everything was quiet.

            In a dirty side-street of a moderately bad part of town many miles from the house in the woods, a figure appeared suddenly and silently in a shadow. It

moved quickly down the street to a grubby bar and slipped in along the wall. Reaching the inn keeper the figure dropped several gold coins on the counter and said

in a quiet hiss of breath

"A room for the night." The bar keeper nodded—seemingly not perturbed in the slightest by the dark hood and mysterious manner—and pulled a key from

behind the bar.

"Room six." He said as the figure took the key from under the cloak and turned to leave the bar for the rooms section.

In room number six the door creaked open to admit the black-cloaked figure. After scanning the room thoroughly the figure turned and locked the door.

After one more look around the room the figure reached up and unclasped the cloak, collapsing on the lumpy bed.

Shining golden hair splayed across the flat pillow and clear but serious blue-grey eyes fixed on the ceiling. The girl on the bed took a deep breath. She was

young, just turned 18, and she looked beautiful, but strong. She wore will fitting black pants with a slight flare at the bottom, a stretchy black tank top and a silver

necklace with a dragon pendant. On her upper right arm was a tattoo of a dragon wrestling with a huge snake, and she had a silver ring on her right hand which

depicted a dragon as well.

With another sigh the girl sat up and rubbed her head, apparently thinking hard. She needed to plan. She had thought everything out so perfectly, but this

was still going to be tricky.

Alayana Kazia de Dracon was the only daughter and heir of the French de Dracon line. There was another line which had split after a feud and moved two

England several centuries ago, but they were lost as far as she knew. And no one would recognize them as family anyway, it had been too long. Alayana had just

finished Durmstrang Institute for Magical Instruction with top marks. Her Dark Arts and Defense marks were record breaking. It came with being talented to begin

with and growing up in a Dark household. She was legally an adult and yet she had just run away from home.

Last summer after the Dark Lord rose and her family had renewed its allegiance to him, Alayana found herself doing "favors" for her father, and in the

process setting herself up to become a Death Eater. Now. She could accomplish the tasks that were asked of her easily, she was quite talented at Dark Arts as well

as other magic types and she was not terribly bothered by pain either to herself or to others. She even rather enjoyed the seduction; she was used to dangerous and

dominating boyfriends. She had certainly found them easily enough on her own, what did it matter if it paid off a debt or bought her some information? But she was

smart. And not just smart, but intelligent. She didn't want to follow orders and she was confident that she could think her way out of it. She knew she was talented

and powerful. So when it became clear that she was to get the dark mark soon she began to make plans. Now she was here in a little bar hotel that she knew from

her school partying days. She knew they got a bunch of hoods-up people here and wouldn't ask questions. But what now? Her plan had been to simply disappear

as far as her parents were concerned. She had trashed her room and forced her window so that if she got caught she could say she was kidnapped. But it was going

to be hard to simply disappear. She would have to have money and a place where no one would recognize her.

Her plan, such as it was, was to stay at the inn until she could find a muggle job (and some hair dye). She knew she wouldn't be able to make a lot of

money, but she just needed enough for a small apartment. She brought what wizard money she could and she hoped to be able to change that anonymously

somewhere. Now, however, as she stared at the small apartment, Alayana realized that that would never work. No, she was too ambitious. The same thing that

kept her from becoming a Death Eater would keep her from disappearing in muggle society.

'There has to be a way.' She thought. 'I can't disappear with the muggles, so I have to go somewhere in the wizarding world. But the only way to avoid

being constantly pursued by my parents is to join the Dark Lord's war. Unless… Unless I joined the other side. I'd still be living in hiding, but then I wouldn't be

doing nothing, I'd be fighting.' Jumping off the bed, Alayana went into the bathroom to shower and finalize her plans.

'Would working for the opposition be any better than working for the Dark Lord?' She asked herself.

'Probably.' She thought.

' And even if it isn't it might be a chance I have to take.' She wasn't sure what the opposition would think of an ally such as herself. She knew by almost

any standard she was a Dark Witch. She was good at the Dark Arts, powerful and slightly blind to her conscience. But she also knew that they would probably be

after any powerful witches and wizards they could get on their side. And she had inside knowledge of how the Dark Side worked.

After her shower, Alayana walked out and lay down on the bed again. If she was going to do this, going to utterly betray everything she had been taught as

a child, she was going to need to have some sleep tonight. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, but Alayana wanted to be up early. She had a new plan and she was going to make it work.

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