This has two versions. The one that is shorter is the real one and if it ever got done, it would also be the bloodier one. This came from a dream that was a bit… odder and sicker then either version. This is also what horse whisper is based on.
Taken
Outside the rain thundered against the thick stonewalls making the dragons in the upper towers screech discontentedly as the rest of the island tried to sleep. An irritated cry for silence made Syeira glad that she did not have the duty of climbing up and down the stairs all night, hoping to hush the dragons. The warmth from the fireplace doubled that feeling as she had already spent nights up in the open tower and new what type of cold weather was let in.
Even if she had to do that each night, she would want to be on of the Guardians. The Guardians were the servants of Aecrytvi, the goddess of Aecarite, the island on which Syeira lived. The Guardians were girls who were born with certain powers such as healing and mind-speech. Sometimes a boy would also get these powers but that only happened every few centuries. The Guardians' duties included things like holding the services for Aecrytvi, foreseeing the future and their most important duty, taking care of the dragons. The dragons were avatars of the goddess, which meant her servants had to make sure that their every need was taken care of. Outsiders had many times tried to steal or buy the dragons for zoos or worse, wars.
Tonight Syeira had a special task. Some of the dragons had given birth and since staying out in the storm would be bad for them, she was suppose to look after the dragon eyases. There were two that she especially had to watch over; Kaniash, who had had a difficult birth and almost died, and Aslraih, or Asla, who had something that something that the outsides would have called disablement. That wasn't what it was though; it was a sign of Aecrytvi. Instead of the black, velvet-like wings most dragons wore, Asla was born with beautiful fins in their place. She also had other differences from her family that made her more of a water dragon. There was only one of her kind per century, so Asla was treated like a princess.
A gust of wind whipped ripped open one of the windows and Syeira hurried to close it. Once the window was shut, Syeira realized that her hair was now wet and tangled. She knew that if she did not comb it out now, it would be impossible to straighten out it without help. Her hair fell past her back, which made it very hard to deal with, but she would never think about cutting it. Sighing, she hurried into the adjoining that the Guardians would keep their stuff in when they were taking care of the dragons or eyases. Rummaging through, Syeira pulled out on of her friend's brushes, knowing she wouldn't mind.
Shadows danced on the mirroring surfaces of the room. Something seemed wrong in the odd silence that had filled the entire temple. Even the storm that raged outside made no noise. The flames flicked, barely light enough for her to notice things in the room including a cold plate of food someone had brought her earlier. A glance at the fireplace showed that the fire had not burned down, which meant the coldness she was feeling, was fear. She hurried to the eyases to make sure they were all fine and signed with relief when she saw they were all accounted for. The dragons were just asleep as every other normal person in the temple was except her and the guards. Choosing a spot, Syeira sat down and began brushing her long hair.
Something had caught her eye. She looked up to see what it was and saw something behind her in the glass tiles of the room. Dropping her brush, Syeira whipped around to get her wrists grabbed. She tried to pull away as she surveyed the situation.
School Version
Shadows danced on the mirroring surfaces of the room. Something seemed wrong in the odd silence that filled the entire temple. Even the storm that raged outside made no noise. The flames flicked, barely lighting enough for her to notice things in the room, including a cold plate of food someone had brought her earlier. Then, outside, the rain thundered once more against the thick stone walls making the dragons in the upper towers screech discontentedly as the rest of the island tried to sleep. Irritated cries for silence made Syeira glad that she did not have the duty of climbing up and down the stairs all night to hush the dragons. The warmth from the fireplace doubled that feeling as she had already spent nights up in the open tower and knew what type of cold weather was let in.
Even if she had to do that each night, she would never give up her place as one of the Guardians. The Guardians were the servants of Aecrytvi, the goddess of the island on which Syeira lived, called Aecarite. The Guardians were girls who were born with certain powers such as healing and mind-speech. Sometimes a boy would also get these powers but that only happened every few centuries. The Guardians' duties included holding the services for Aecrytvi, foreseeing the future and, their most important duty, taking care of the dragons. The dragons were avatars of the goddess, which meant her servants had to make sure that their every need was taken care of. Outsiders had many times tried to steal or buy the dragons for zoos or worse, wars, but the dragons had never left the island.
Tonight Syeira had a special task. Some of the dragons had given birth and since staying out in the storm would be bad for them, she was suppose to look after the dragon eyases. There were two that she especially had to be careful about; Kaniash, who had had a difficult birth and almost died, and Aslraih, or Asla, who was looked like what some outsides would have called deformed. That wasn't what it was though; it was a sign of Aecrytvi. Instead of the black, velvet-like wings most dragons wore, Asla was born with beautiful fins in their place. She also had other differences from her family that made her more of a water dragon. Her kind was very rare, so Asla was treated like a princess.
A gust of wind whipped ripped open one of the windows and Syeira hurried to close it. Once the window was shut, Syeira realized that her hair was now wet and tangled. She knew that if she did not comb it out now, it would be impossible to straighten out later without help. Her hair fell past her waist, which made it very hard to deal with, but she would never think of cutting it. Sighing, she hurried into the adjoining room where the Guardians kept their supplies in when they were taking care of the dragons or eyases. Rummaging through, Syeira pulled out on of her friend's brushes, knowing she wouldn't mind.
A glance at the fireplace showed that the fire had not burned down, which meant the coldness she was feeling, was fear. She hurried to the eyases to make sure they were all fine and signed with relief when she saw they were all accounted for. The dragons were just asleep as every other normal person in the temple was except her and the guards. Choosing a spot, Syeira sat down and began brushing her long hair.
Something had pulled her out of her trance, but Syeira did not know what. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that there was movement behind her, reflected in the glass tiles of the room. Dropping her brush, Syeira whipped around only to get her wrists grabbed. She tried to pull away instinctively, but her mind had frozen in fear. She shook her head, hoping to make it work again. Finally giving up, Syeira looked up at her captor, thinking perhaps in was a joke from one of her friends.
The man in front of was definitely not one of her friends. In fact, Syeira was pretty sure he did not even live on Aecarite. The first thing that made her guess that was that he was in armor; the second was that there was a small army behind him. The men hurried to were the dragons were asleep and each picked one up. Seeing that jolted Syeira out of her shock and made her realize they were stealing Aecrytvi's dragons.
'Let me go!' she cried and began to scream. The man who had grabbed her wrists let one go and slapped her.
'No one can hear you anyways,' the man grinned sadistically and Syeira assumed he was in charge of the people stealing the eyases, 'and since you are the only one awake, you seem to be my new dragon trainer since the drug I used is suppose to be only used for the dragons.' She looked at him in alarm as she realized what he had just said. That was why she had heard no fighting, that was the invaders had gotten in so easily. They had poisoned the food with something that may have killed the humans on the island.
Another man entered the room, 'Lord Cillian we are ready to leave.' Cillian grinned cruelly and started to leave the room, dragging Syeira behind him. As he led through the dark halls she had traveled through so often, she saw that even though they were asleep, an man that Cillian's men had seen had be killed. As they passed through what would have been the more crowded room of the temple, she could still see the bodies through half-closed lids.
She was happy to see they were outside even though that meant she was closer to her dark fate. There were even more men standing in the pouring rain with horses, and worse the other dragons. :Seruque: Syeira thought to the dragons. All she got was blurred replies. She was lifted up onto Cillian's black stallion before she started to wonder how he and him men go there. There were no boats around and there was no other possible way to get on or off the island unless they had dragon, which of course they did not.
Cillian answered her question shortly. He pulled out a small black stone, muttering some nonsense words as a black light surrounded them. Everything shifter and Syeira found herself clinging on to Cillian with him laugh at her. The next moment found them in a place, which she guesses was Cillian's land. Now there was nowhere to go.