The Dragon Priestess

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A/N: Right So I'm redoing this story, making the bit smaller so it's easier for people to read plus I'm revamping it so it's not so awful. ^_^ Review if you like it :D

Chapter 3: Fateful Confession Pt. 3

Brooke was less then patient as she waited for the School nurse to come back from where ever she was. Brooke couldn't shake this feeling that had taken root in her chest. This over whelming feeling that something big was going to happen. She wasn't certain what this big thing was, she wasn't even certain if it was good or bad but it was going to happen and it was going to happen soon.

Brooke decided to do what she always did when she was uncertain. She took out her tarot cards and did a reading.

She knew it seemed silly to be consulting a deck of cards for life changing information, but for some unexplainable reason her readings were a little bit more than accurate then one would expect. Her predictions often came true, and after a while Brooke stopped wondering why and took it as a blessing. It was because of this that her friends at the orphanage, even random people at her school, would ask her to do readings for them. She also knew that this was the reason why people were so distant with her at school. Who would want to be friends with the freak would could tell you your future but never told you good things?

She flipped over her cards and stared at the cards facing her, in surprise. The Tower, this card meant sudden separation, she was leaving? Leaving the school? Leaving the orphanage? Neither was something she wanted, in fact she'd do just about anything to stay just where she was. The High Priestess, that was her card, and it was flanked by the inverted Ten of Cups, and the Inverted Star. Apparently someone was mad at her and wanted to duke it out. That had to be Kerry. She was the only person she could think would have a problem. Warnings of danger and separation, was she going to get in trouble for fighting Kerry?

Nurse Holly walked in and Brooke quickly swept the cards onto her lap. Nurse Holly, was a nice woman, not a fan of her cards though so she usually tried not to do readings in the infirmary. Everyone else in school had to call her Nurse Goldson, but Brooke spent a lot of time in this small room and that meant that she and Nurse Holly got to do a lot of talking. Nurse Holly moved around the small space gathering her things.

She smiled at Brook as she grouped her cards together and then tucked them into her blazers inside pocket. "Did you get a good reading?" she asked her. She wasn't a fan but she cared enough about the pupils in her care to ask. That was why Brooke liked her so much.

Brooke shook her head. "I don't know, I think I might be getting in trouble." she said.

Nurse Holly leaned in and flashed a light in her eyes. "It doesn't look like you've got any head trauma," she said. She put down her flashlight, and pinched Brooke's cheeks and sighed. "I think the only trouble you have is health issues. I'm thinking you're anaemic. It would explain the sporadic black outs."

Brooke sighed, because that was what she needed right now. "You're going to talk to me about going to doctors now aren't you?" she asked.

"Never you mind about that, if I do discuss doctors it'll be with Miss. Grimbly. She is your caretaker after all," she said. "Though I think you should wait to go home, there's a group of girls outside waiting for you. Not sure what they want, but I'd rather not have you back in here."

Brooke sighed. She guessed that was the people who wanted to duke it out with her. "Great, just great."

"Don't worry. I've already called Miss. Grimbly," Nurse Holly said. "She said to just get home safely whenever you can."

Brooke hung her head and pulled out a single card from her deck. She looked at the moon card and groaned. She wasn't getting out until night time.

Brooke wasn't off by much. According to Nurse Holly, who gave up her night out to wait with her, Kerry and her friends had finally cleared off and it was only sundown.

Brooke strapped her rollerblades on and began what would be a short glide through the park. Brooke always hated rollerblading after dark as the park became infinitely creepier once the sun went down. Something about the way shadows would begin to play against the trees. Brooke listened to her music as she skated down the deserted paths, she only met the occasional jogger or dog walker. She preferred the desolate park to the teaming one, endless and alone, perfect for an outcast like her. Besides she never liked seeing the happy families. Call her jaded, but it was sort of unfair that these people had all their loved ones when Brooke had no one.

Brooke frowned at where her mind had turned. It was irrational to be mad at other people for what happened to her. Besides if anything it was her own fault for most likely causing the accident that killed her family. She closed her eyes against that moments agonizing guilt and the strange boy's face floated past her eyes. She opened her eyes quickly with a gasp and then someone tackled her, knocking her off of her feet and into the bushes off the path.

Brooke rolled over onto her back and saw Kerry looming above her. "Thought you could move in on my boyfriend huh?" She asked. "I know that you've always liked him and what you think that you can make him smile that he's going to leave me for him?"

Brooke shook her head, trying to crawl away from her. Kerry stood above her while her friends made a semi-circle behind her. She saw a glint of something metallic in Kerry's hand and she felt her eyes widen in shock. Is that what the cards meant? Was Kerry going to attack her? Was she going to end up in the hospital?

Kerry's lip curled up in disgust. "I'm going to show you what happens to stupid little orphanage brats that think they're worth something," she growled.

Kerry lunged forward and Brooke yelped. She expected the agonizing pain of something metallic slicing through her skin. What she didn't expect was that a flood light would suddenly appear out of nowhere in the middle of the dark sky. The light warmed her skin, and sudden sweet smelling wind surrounded her. Brooke looked up at the column of light and saw something coming down at her.

Still with no time to move the person ended up landing on Brooke, or well above her. Brooke looked up at this person's butt, and realized that it was a man. He looked to be about her size, maybe a bit taller, if Brooke had to guess this was a very short adult or a teenager like her. But all she could see of him was the strange black and red armor and the seat of his white leather pants.

He was looking Kerry in the eye as she stared at him, her little knife drawn and held out at him. In his hand loomed a large samurai sword, he gestured at Kerry with it. "Where am I?" he asked.

Kerry stuttered out nothing but gibberish and took a hesitant step back. Brooke took a shaky breath: "You're in Toronto, you know, High Park."

There was a slight pause, and then the boy turned. Brooke nearly stopped breathing when she saw his face. This was the boy from her dream. He was standing there above her staring down at her with his reddy-brown eyes.

"Toronto... I've never heard of that country," he said. Brooke was surprised that he didn't ask her if she was okay or if he had landed on her, instead he stared at her, almost with disdain. And just like the kids in her school he turned away from her, having decided that she wasn't worth the time or the effort.

"You shouldn't be here," he said. "The dragon's going to come. You should leave."

Brooke barely registered what he was saying, instead she reached out and touched his leg just to be sure he was really there. The boy turned back around to glare at her and Brooke quickly took her hand away from his smooth leathery pants.

Kerry, who was still backing away, glanced back to her friends. "You're a freak," she said to Brooke. "Freaks should stay with freaks!"

Brooke watched as Kerry and her friends ran off and she breathed out a sigh of relief. At least she wasn't going to suffer at their hands. The boy watched them run off and then turned back to her. "You have strange friends."

Brooke pushed herself up to her feet, unstable on her rollerblades. "They're not my friends," she told him. "She was threatening me before you dropped from the sky. Probably would have sliced me up."

The boy was looking her up and down, taking in her uniform, her scrapes and cuts, and the rollerblades on her feet. He stared at her like he had never seen anything like her before and that was… well… weird, because he was the odd one out here, not her.

There was a sudden shaking and the boy stopped regarding her and looked around at his surroundings. "You have to leave, now!"

Brooke scoffed. "You mean because of a Dragon?"

At this point a portal opened across from them, revealing a foggy dark forest and a pair of glowing yellow eyes across from them. The boy instantly set himself in a defensive stance, sword out in front of himself, facing that portal.

"It's here."

Brooke instantly grabbed onto the boy's armor, clinging to him for safety. The dragon emerged from the opening. It was bigger than an elephant, it was a large tawny green, with frills on its side. It was round like a chicken with short but thick back legs and had short arms like a t-rex attached to large wings.

The boy tried to shrug her off. "You need to run," he hissed. "Run, run now."

Brooke felt that overwhelming feeling of dread hit her again, she glanced to the boy, then to the dragon and then back to the boy. "Okay," she whispered and quickly skated away.

She wasn't that far when there was a sudden roar. Brooke shot a glance over her shoulder to see the boy in front of the dragon as it charged forward and towards her. "No!" the boy shouted. "You're here for me!"

Brooke stopped to watch when she shouldn't have. She watched the boy bring his sword down on the scaled side and saw nothing but sparks. In return the dragon cocked its head and the large bulb in its chest started to glow a bright pink. The boy brought up his arm and large disk appeared, shielding his face when the dragon opened its mouth and spit the fire out at him.

When he was done it swatted at the boy with its long tail, sending him flying. Only then did the dragon turn its eyes to her. Brooke froze, she knew it saw her and she knew it thought she was dinner. Brooke dropped her bags in anticipation of running. The dragon roared and Brooke tore to the side. She heard it following her and she skidded to a stop, and found the dragon behind her.

It opened up her mouth and Brooke thought: That's it, I'm toast. But the boy appeared just in time to slam into her and the shot of fire narrowly missed them. The boy got up off of her and charged the dragon again but the sword wasn't doing any damage. Brooke somehow just knew that he wouldn't be able to get through the scales with that sword.

Suddenly the feeling returned, only this time it was something was different. Brooke wasn't in her body anymore instead she was watching the boy fight the dragon. She saw the boy in front of her, protecting her from the dragon, his eyes intent on scaled beast, not noticing the tail above him, the deadly point at the end aiming for the boy's body. Brooke could only watch in horror as it descended upon the boy, impaling him.

The feeling left her and Brooke felt like she was going to be sick. She looked back up and saw the scene replaying before her eyes, but this time for real. The boy was in front of her, shielding her from the dragon, and the dragon was poised to strike the unaware boy. "Look out!" Brooke screamed. "Above you!"

The boy looked up just in time to find the tail almost upon him. He jumped back. The jagged point snagged the front of his black barrel like armour ripping it from his body. The tail impaled into the ground and the boy launched up into the air, ripping the exposed flesh with his sword. Apparently the scales were softer on the underside, and apparently the boy figured it out too. He continued to cut all the exposed flesh, he jumped off of the dragon's back and then ran underneath the dragon cutting the chest cavity, causing a downpour of green blood to cover him.

The dragon roared in agony, before the boy shoved his sword straight into the bulbous pink glowing sack in the dragon's chest. Brooke stood up, and glided over to the boy, he was covered with the green blood. He stood there panting, staring at the dead body. Brooke looked it over. "Well how are you going to get rid of that?" she asked. Because otherwise the press was going to have a field day with this.

The boy ignored her, he shoved his sword into the bulbous chest sack again and began to dig through the chest cavity causing a spray of green blood to cover both her and the boy. At that point she wasn't interested in the boy cutting open the dragon's chest nor was she interested in what he was looking for.

She was more freaked out in being covered in blood. "Ew, Ew, Ew, Ew, Ew, Ew," she cried as she tried to wipe the blood off of her.

As she struggled to get the blood off she slipped and fell over. She cried out as she landed in a puddle of the blood and the chorus of Ews continued. After he was done carving the dragon's heart up the boy turned, smiling at her theatrics. "You're quite alright you know." he said, but when Brooke opened her eyes his smile was gone.

She looked around and found that the blood had gone, mysteriously vanished and then right before her eyes the body of the dragon disintegrated, layer by layer until the only thing left was a pile of ashes that was blown away into the wind. Brooke looked up to him surprised. "How did you do that?" she asked.

The boy scowled at her. "I think the better question is how did you and your friends get me here?" he asked. "And how do you plan on getting me home?"

Brooke looked him up and down, noticing that he had a strange gem in his hand. "I'm sorry, do I look like a witch to you?" she asked.

"Granted you are much more attractive then everyone says a witch is, I've gone through a lot today, a lot of which looked like magic and you were right at the end of that magic trail."

Brooke smiled coyly. "You think I'm attractive?" she asked. It was rare that she heard those words from the opposite sex, especially one handsome like this one. "Sweet, but I'm not a witch and I do not know how to get you home. I don't even know where your home is."

The boy looked around at his surroundings and then back to her. This time he had a scowl on his face. "So what you want a reward?" he asked. "I didn't ask to come here, I didn't need your help. If you want me to take you back to the castle and cover you with gold, what maybe marry you. Well you are sorely mistaken."

Quickly, before she could stop herself, she slapped him across his smug little face. "Listen to me very carefully. I did not bring you here," she said with a snarl. "I don't know how to get you home."

The boy's glare darkened. "So what am I to do then? Stay with you?" he asked.

"You can't stay with me, I live in a home for girls," Brooke said with a frown. The boy looked her up and down, confused. "It's an orphanage… only for girls," she explained.

At this the boy frowned and lowered his eyes. "I'm sorry," he whispered and Brooke could tell that he meant it. But Brooke didn't want his sympathy, so she found herself frowning and shifting on her rollerblades.

Suddenly the gem in his hand began to glow and the two of them stared down at it.

"I've never seen this before," he said.

Brooke didn't get to respond, the flood light from before, the column of light appeared once again, bathing them both in the warmth. The boy stared up at it with a smile and he began to lift into the sky. He turned his red-brown eyes to her and smiled, this time a genuine bright smile tinged with a hint of sadness. For a flash of a moment Brooke was sad that he was going.

Before she knew what was happening she was lifting too. She turned her eyes up to him and as they stared at each other in shock the light took them back to where the boy belonged. A place Brooke didn't want to go.

On another planet it was night time and the darkness was shattered by the brief flash of a beam of light touching down in the middle of an empty field. Brooke found herself touching the ground only to have her feet taken out from under her again as her rollerblades were not stable. The boy stood beside her, looking down at her as she rubbed her butt.

"Are those wheeled boots removable or are you stuck with them?" He questioned his voice sounded weary, like she tired him.

"I can take them off, I just haven't had a chance to yet," Brooke grumbled from her spot on the ground. She was surprised to find her bag beside her, but welcomed the appearance. She took this time to take her rollerblades off and put on her running shoes. While she did this the boy looked around. "So where did you take me?"

"Judging by the stars we're back on Gaea, somewhere near the city of Arzas," he answered pointing up to the sky. Brooke looked up and saw the earth and moon together in the sky and nearly had a heart attack. "And we're surrounded."

Brooke's eyes came back to ground level where she saw a circle of red glowing eyes around them. Standing she took a hold of the boy's arm for some sort of protection. "If I die here, I'm going to haunt you for the rest of your life," she swore.

The boy didn't even bother to look back at her, he merely drew his sword. Brooke hid her face in the boy's shoulder. She already knew she was going to hate it here.