Chapter Three:

I had decided to return to my village to get some supplies, and after that resume my journey. I walked backwards a few steps and hit a tree. I turned around but I didn't see bark, what I saw were deep blue scales. That was when I realized that the roar wasn't just any roar; it was the roar of a dragon. Not just a dragon either, it was a dragon with eyes that looked so evil that they could have been balls of fire. It didn't really help that it was about thirty feet tall.

Most girls probably would have run away, but not me. I was always different than other girls. If someone had asked them to fight they would say "It isn't ladylike", but I probably would have said, "Bring it on. Choose your weapon." The girls in the village never really liked me.

I knew that I couldn't just charge at the dragon unless I didn't want to see my eighteenth birthday. So I backed away slowly so I could hide behind a tree to figure out how to fight a thirty-foot violent dragon, which I was almost certain, was also a fire breather. After about a minute of thinking I thought that I could try to use some branches from a tree to fight it. When I had my branches I started to walk towards the dragon when I saw a arrow shoot out about two inches away from my face. The dragon screeched with pain and flew away as quickly as it could.

I turned to the archer who shot the arrow who was about ten feet away me. "Who the hell do you think you are? Trying to save a damsel in distress? I was fine fighting that dragon on my own. But no you had to go and ruin it when I was about to achieve the goal."

"The only thing you would have achieved with fighting it with your bare hands is killing yourself," said the archer.

"I resent that. I was going to fight it with branches from a tree," I peeved.

"Oh yes, using wood to fight a fire breathing dragon was always what I think of first too. You are lucky that I came here when I did. Otherwise I assure you that you would be most likely dead right now."

"I resent that too. Do you think I am some sort of damsel in distress? If you do, you are talking to the wrong girl. Go to a castle somewhere that is far away from me and try to save Sleeping Beauty or Repunzel. Because I am neither. I would not run away screaming from a dragon like some scared little coward. Is that what you thought I was?"

"No. You are to beautiful to be a coward," he said innocently.

"Flattery will get you nowhere with me. Besides how can you even see me? It is too dark. I have to go now. Bye," I started to walk away but he grabbed my hand, making me stop.

"I can just tell that you are probably beautiful. Unless you resent that too. Well, where are you going?"

"It is none of your business."

"Ahhhhh. So you don't know where you are going," he stated so sure of himself.

"It is not that I don't know where I am going. I-um-er- just haven't planned that far ahead yet." I had no idea where I was going, or why I was going. But I was going.

"Can I come with you?"

"No. Why would you want to come me? I have been pretty much insulting you for the last five minutes."

"I might come in handy when you face another dragon. You can't bring one down by yourself. Besides, I don't mind insults that much. And I just happen to have an extra bow with me, and you can use it if you let me come with you. Unless you plan to fight all the creatures in this forest with those mighty twigs of yours. Wait- you do know how to use a bow right?" He waited for me to answer.

"First of all they were branches not twigs, and it would have worked if you hadn't gotten there first. Second of all yes I do know how to use a bow."

"Is that a yes?"

"Fine, I guess you can come with me," I said. I could of swore, even though I could only see the outline of his body, that he was happy that I said yes. Then I quickly added, "but you better not slow me down."

"Oh, yes of course not."

"Good. What is your name?"

"Kered. And yours?"

"Wow. No last name. It's Ren. Ren Faber. So what is your last name? Are you going to tell me or just stand there?"

"Maybe I will tell you another time, …Ren, but we have to start on our journey," he paused for second, "Are you always sarcastic?" He asked as we started to walk deeper into the forest.

I smiled and laughed slightly, "Only when I want to be."

Even though I couldn't see his face I could feel that he was smiling too. It was nice to see a new face instead of the same old people in my village. For a short moment I had forgotten that I was sad, mad, or confused. I was just……………… happy.

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