Her brown eyes opened as she stared up at the sky, the sun shone brightly a little ways away from directly above her, still in the east, Still morning, she thought to herself as she sat up from the ground, wincing at the pain flowing through her ankle. She looked down at the pool of blood around her, and grimaced. It wasn't her blood, that much was obvious to her. It made her feel more disgusted, and worried for herself than if she realized it was her own. She looked at the bandage around her ankle, and wobbled to a standing position.
Her blond hair reflected the sun, creating a golden hue around her head. She looked around hoping to find out what the cause of the tragic blood she had found herself in. She decided to take a sample of it for herself, to test it, she told herself. She found her satchel not too far away as it was resting against the tree, neatly, she had to say. Opening it up, she pulled out a few of the magic books she carried, and the other vials full of other things, such as newt eyes, and fairy dust. Finding an empty vial, she turned back around to the blood on the dirt of the forest. She hoisted her skirts above her knees, and bent down to scoop a bit of it into the vial.
She couldn't exactly go to a doctor to get her ankle fixed, but she couldn't exactly stay sturdy on her feet either. She briefly wondered who had bandaged her up, as she held onto the trees in the direction to her cottage. Last night was full of crazy things, she told herself as she opened the front door to her small living quarters. She collapsed herself onto her bed, her small white dog clambering over to her, whining.
"I'm sorry, Plue, I don't have any new foods for you today." she smiled, as she ruffled the hair. She glanced outside, noticing a strange blue cat that looked oddly familiar. It had huge eyes, and a white belly and tail. It was strange that it was blue, she told herself as her chocolate brown eyes gazed longingly down the hill on the other side of her cottage. Into the town that she desperately needed to escape from. It wasn't very easy to be a witch, she reminded herself, as she stood to test out the blood she gathered.
After a little bit of studying, and droplets into her giant pot in the far corner of her cottage, she let out an excited yelp, "No way!" she exclaimed, and held up the vial for further examination onto its red color, "How? I thought they were extinct!"
She hurried over, and opened one of her magic books, as she skimmed through all of the spells, before coming to the forbidden ones. The ones she had desired to use since her mother handed her the book. Her mother. Her mother had been a wonderful woman, Layla Heartfilia, sure she was a witch as well, but she was caring. One thing that she had, was that she was a celestial witch. Celestial magic was a forbidden source of magic, and many mages, elves, and fairies alike all wanted their hands on its power. Her mother though, only ever used it for the best of the people in the town, before they decided to poison her, thinking she was doing it for all the wrong reasons. Her father, who was an elf, decided that it was probably for the better. He then devoted his actions to making her life miserable. But now, now she could finally be able to talk to that one celestial being that she had made friends with, or wanted to make friends with, before she was sealed away by a black demon.
Her now, she held a vial of blood as she found the spell she was looking for. With this one vial, she would be able to finally create the potion, and finally be able to see Aquarius again. In order to break a seal of a demon, it was common knowledge to need the blood of one, or something as equivalent to one, the only being that was ever able to equally match a demon, a dragon. Here in this vial, was dragon's blood, a powerful dragon's blood it seemed, based on the reactions she was getting in her pot. She might have made a few deadly mistakes last night, but she was eternally grateful for this red liquid she held in her hand.
It really wasn't her fault, she mused, after all they were the ones who decided to try and trick her. She was in the town, collecting substances, and new ingredients for her meals, when she ran into a man claiming to be a demon. She had been so curious about it, she ended up entranced by an awful forbidden love-spell that held her captive. If it wasn't for that strange blue cat that had showed up again, and the spiky haired man beside it, she would have ended up trapped in the man's hold forever.
However, her hopes didn't last long, because as soon as they had left, as soon as they were gone, and she was back on the track to her own cottage, that creepy man who tricked her began to follow her. She had to run, and she couldn't take him back to where she lived, that was the worst she could do. Luckily, she had known the woods, the forest, ever since her father abandoned her, and her witch blood. She ran through them, anxiously, and ended up tripping and twisting her ankle in the process as the man continued to chase after her. It was after he had knocked her out, fearful about what he would do to her, the witch. Witches were high in value on the slave market, on top of their high bounties if even just reported.
Then she had awoken in blood that wasn't her own. It didn't make sense, let along the blood belonging to that of a powerful extinct dragon. It had seemed rather fresh as well. She glanced back out the window, and saw the blue cat again. She finally decided to let it in, slightly fearful of what Plue would do to it, but let it in regardless. She limped over to the window, and opened it, holding out some dry fish she still had in her storage. The cat looked over at it, gleefully, as it made its way over to the window, snatching it from her hand with its paws, she noticed. He ate it quickly, spitting out the bones, and looking at her longingly for more.
She smiled, and ruffled its fur on top of its head, before picking up the creature, and limping back over to her chair. She left the vial of dragon's blood on the counter by her magic books, as she brushed her hands over the cat's fur. She noticed it's gaze was on the vial though, and she became a little anxious, "No, you can't have that," she smiled, noticing her dog's jealous eyes, before using one free hand to pet its head as well, "I need that, it's important to me." The cat looked up at her, and snuggled it's head closer to her, she smiled. This cat was sweet.
Later that evening she noticed she still needed to get a few more things for the potion, and left the cat and her dog, seeing as they ended up getting along when she would pet both of them, alone in her cottage. She wanted more of the blood, since she could only bring one celestial being, and she wanted to be able to bring all of them, but she knew it would be dry by now. She was in the middle of picking herbs when she noticed a white scarf made with the scales of a dragon. Her eyes widened, and she picked it up, before noticing it was stuck on something. She rummaged her hands into the bushes as she parted them to see what it had gotten stuck on, and her eyes widened. Her luck was just continuously growing, which was ironic, seeing as she was a witch.
She picked up the creature in her arms as she held him softly on her lap, he was curled up, and injured, across his back, though his thick red scales had covered it up, in an almost healing tone, nicely. Sure, she wanted his blood, but he looked so innocent. She brushed a hand over the strangely smooth back of his, avoiding the spikes that went down his neck to his tail. He looked young, she noticed. Sure he was nearly the size as her, even if she was holding him in her arms. He was definitely at least four times the size as Plue or the blue cat that was now in her home. The scarf was wrapped around its neck, and she wondered if it was its mother's, he might have stolen it from the person who turned it into a scarf.
She had read, though never seen, that dragon scales, once they are lost, in the molting process, turn white, having lost their fire. So that much made sense, although it seemed a little tangled around the poor dragon's neck. Avoiding its horns, she began to unwrap the scarf, only to notice its eyes flutter open. She dropped her hands, and scooched herself away from him, his body falling off her lap. He yawned, and she noticed his sharp teeth, before he pulled the scarf closer to him with one of his claws, and laid his head down on it, deciding to continue his nap.
She stood up, leaving her basket of herbs, and ran, though still limping, back to her cottage to get her small wagon. Luckily, upon returning, she noticed he was still sleeping, and she carefully, seeing as he was now heavier since she needed to pick him up higher than just her lap, placed him on the wagon. She picked up her basket of herbs, and made her way back to her cottage. Upon returning, she noticed the cat, who was in the window, suddenly jump and place its two front paws against the pane. She opened the door, and the cat rushed out, faster than she could stop him, he leaped onto the wagon, and nuzzled his face against the dragon's sleeping form.
"What?" she said, aloud, "You know him?" she asked, coming up to the cat, and petting it behind the ears.
The cat seemed relieved, as it continuously nuzzled against the dragon. The dragon opened one eye, and noticed the cat. The blond witch backed up, trying to grab the cat with her, thinking for both their safety. However, the dragon closed its eye again, and nuzzled closer into both the scarf and the blue cat. She was deeply confused. This being, this extinct being was here before her, feared throughout the land, in even just legends. He was here curled up on her wagon sleeping, cuddling a scarf, and an innocent small cat.