Chapter 3 - A wayward heart

The meadow was as beautiful as it always was. The sun shone brightly and the sea of green grass swayed beneath a gentle breeze.

Elysian Meadow was the one place where his mind was able to calm down yet Sherlock lay in the grass, his thoughts moving faster than the clouds floaing above.

It had been days since his transformation and discovery of his soulmate but he had yet to leave the meadow, his mind continueously lingering on the events that brought him to his current state.

A creature crouched in the grass, brown hair blowing astray in the wind he created as he beat his wings as he descended to the ground.

Whatever this creature was, it was female in nature; the tan arms covering her head showed the female to be a being who spent the majority of their time outside.

The arms over her head also portrayed a natural humanistic instinct to protect themselves from danger.

'Tsk, a human... ' He remembered thinking, 'Such lowly creatures.'

Sherlock smirked as a wicked and mischiveous thought crossed his mind.

With reflexes honed over years of disciplined training, he quickly angled his body downwards, tucking in his wings and dived straight at the terrified being.

She was a peculiar human, wandering so far from the safety of the human territory. She had lovingly taken care of his Meadow and even knew the name for which he had called it. Then, in brazen courage, she locked eyes with him.

He knew the legends that followed his kind. The stories told to children of what would happen to any of them should they meet the eyes of a dragon. Sherlock knew that this mousy girl had been told them but still she met his gaze.

Her brown eyes locked with his, tugging, pulling, trying to bring out something from inside him.

He felt it first in his eyes. The way he saw the world changed and his vision swirled. A surge of power burst through a hidden place, pain quickly following it.

His bones shifted, shrinking and binding in on themselves. His wings layed flat against his back, skin stretching over and covering them. The spines on his back retreated inwards and melded into his back. A animalistic groan was let out from him and then he collapsed.

It was in that instant that who she was, the part that she would play, dawned on him. He had always denied the fact he had a 'soulmate' but now she appears? And as one of the lowest class of creatures!

Life had dealt him a cruel hand. He had already settled into his life routine. Once a dragon reaches about 100 years old, they tend to be stuck in their ways. His brother and parents were great examples of that and he was perfectly content on living the life of a lone dragon.

It might have been but a moment but it was an eternity that Sherlock lay on the ground in his new body. He felt vulnerable, weak even.

It took all of his mind and will power to stand and not sway. He was not going to topple over like a dragonling first learning to use their wings.

What had surprised him most was that the girl came close to him, trying to find the root cause of what had just transpired. He, of course, answered her questions bluntly. A sudden change in demeanor might cause her to run off and he knew that he did not have the strength to persue after her.

She took it all very well. A thought niggled at the back of his brain, maybe she would want more that what he was willing to give.

Sherlock had hoped that nothing would come of it. That he would be able to quickly fulfill his duty and be on his merry way but the moment he touched her he felt a deep possessive, passionate burning boil up from within the deepest parts of him. His hand that held her waist burned, sensation he'd never felt as fire held no fear in him.

Lust and longing for this simple human female overtook him. He wanted to be closer to her.

One part of him, his primitive and instinctual side, grimaced when she try to pull away, not wanting to let go and intent on having his way with her.

The other part, his more logical and sound side new that this would destroy her life if he were to continue. She would forever be deemed immoral, a blot upon society. His very child could and probably would be shunned and as little as he know or even cared for the mousy woman, he knew that it would be for the greater good if he waited.

The moment he let go, an ache filled him and made him want to reach for her. His heart thundered mightily inside him and hadn't stopped.

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Several hours later, Sherlock was still locked in his thoughts. His mind torturingly playing his and Molly's meeting without fail.

A russle in the grass, far out of pattern of the blowing wind, caused him to rouse from his memory induced stupor.

He sat up and his heart jumped his his chest. Standing before him with the sun Illuminating her skin and wind blowing her hair behind her, was Molly.

A smile graced his lips and he rose to greet her. "Couldn't stay away that long, now could you my dear?"

Molly huffed and crossed her arms, her gaze diverted. "It doesn't matter. I'll be staying far away from here after today."

An eyebrow raised, Sherlock laughed. "Oh Zeiss, the longer you stay away the harder it will be for you. Surely you have already felt a deep setted pain, an ache that grew stronger with each passing day?" He knew she did, just as he as had felt.

Molly knew he was right. She had done everything in her power to busy her mind, to keep her from wandering into the woods.

She placed a hand over her heart, feeling for the emotional turmoil that had plagued her since her last trip to Elysian. "I did. It was longing that I had never felt before. There was a force, always pushing me but I don't feel it now."

Perplexed, Sherlock's brow furrowed. He didn't feel anything, his heart was calm and his mind was at ease. The only thing that he wanted to do was cradle the woman before him in his arms.

He took a few tentative steps forward, testing the distance between them.

Head lowered and have still clutching her chest, Molly remained still as he approached, her feet firmly stuck in the ground beneath her.

She saw his feet as he stopped, his breath gently kissing the top of her head. A thousand wild horses galloped in her chest, her lungs gasping for each intake of air.

"I, I'm leaving." Molly's shaky voice broke the silent "I won't be able to come back. My father and I have new jobs at the castle near here. It'll be so far away!"

A hand snaked under her chin, gently turning her face upwards.

"Is that what you want?"

Blue eyes met brown, a thousand emotions wordlessly playing in each.

Molly threw her arms around the man in front of her, tears streaming down her face. "I would stay here for all eternity! My heart wrenches and tears as I think about leaving. I was born here, my mother died here. How can I just leave!?"

Sherlock stood in shock. He never knew what to do with a crying female. His mother had tried to help him in that manner but he was always so awkward in those precarious situations.

Slowly, he wrapped his arms around the sobbing woman. Surely there was something else he could do to ease her suffering?

He carefully bent down and scooped her up, shivering as his hand made contact with her skin.

Ignoring the thoughts and urges that roared to life, Sherlock gently sat on the ground, holding Molly as she cried into his chest.

He looked down and gazed upon her character.

Eyes were swollen, nose red and running, a hand grasping his chest, the other later on his neck, subtly playing with his hair.

He knew she was not what humans would define as beautiful but there was an air about her that made her radiate.

They stayed in that position for many hours. Sherlock's arms had since fallen asleep, Molly herself, had lapsed into exhaustion and slipped off to sleep.

Sherlock felt a stirring, a tug on his heart string.

Looking upon her sleeping form, he thought of how inexplicably she trusted him. Surely she did not realize he could have his way with her at this moment and she probably would never know?

He knew that if he didn't do something, she would be gone and the ache and longing for her would eventually drive him mad.

He layed a hand at the spot her dress met her shoulder, contemplating.

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He lay beside her; she was one of thr deepest sleepers he had ever seen. Slowly, he brushed a wayward lock of hair off if her face.

Quietly, he placed a kiss on the top of her head, and once again tool her into his arms and placed her under the covering of the nearby trees.

Carefully following the direction Molly had come from, he made his way. Every step that he took away from her greatly pained his heart and his body.

After some time, he came upon a small village. He took mental note of this being Molly's village and proceeded onward to find some local bystanders.

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HI! Boy, was that a hard chapter. I finally buckled down and wrote it!I cannot believe it's taken me so long!So sorry about that!Could you guys please tell me if they seemed ooc? Did the scene move too fast?It might but I can't tell anymore.It's 1am and I don't feel like I need to rewrite this again.Please leave a review! I love them! Please inspire me!!~ND~