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THE COMPANY OF DRAGONS
A brilliant flash of light flared in the alley, and
quickly died away. A girl of about sixteen or seventeen,
stood in it’s place, immediately drenched by the
late-winter downpour. Shivering from cold and terror, she tried
to take in her surroundings, seeing nothing familiar.
The girl took a tentative step towards the street,
brushing a stray lock of dark hair out of her face so she could
see. She cringed back as she saw a large creature with blazing
white eyes come around a corner. The beast either had not seen
her, or it was not interested in her, for it moved by on strange black
feet, which looked like cartwheels to her.
Breathing rapidly, she moved out from between the
buildings and began to walk, taking in brief, scared glances at the
world around her as she did. She saw a word suddenly flare to
life in bright, glowing red, then disappear, only to reappear
She quickened her pace, paying no mind to the people
she walked past. She found it odd no one asked her who she was,
why she was running, or, God forbid, why she was crying.
She spotted more of the beasts with the blazing
eyes, travelling in a straight line like a herd of sheep.
Terrified by the deep rumbling noises they made as they went past, she
broke out into a run, ignoring the pain of the hard walkway beneath her
She ran until she had no more strength, and
collapsed onto a small field of grass. Looking up at the cloudy
sky, she could see strange glowing colors above her which appeared
nothing at all like what she saw in Draguignan. Gasping loudly,
she tried again to get a sense of where she was.
This was not her town, and part of her wondered if
this was even her world. Everything had changed in a brilliant,
sudden flash of light. She had just confronted the ancient,
horrible Drake that had reigned over the countryside and was about to
fight him, when she suddenly had been brought here. She realized, too, she no longer had her sword, but she could somehow sense it was present.
She suddenly detected something else, a strange
buzzing in her head, like muted bees in their hive. She sat up on
the wet grass, too intently focussed on the sensation to pay any
attention to the water and mud that covered her. The feeling only
meant one thing, something her father, the Bishop of Antibes, had told
her. It meant dragons were here, and if she was to fight them,
she needed her sword.
Pulling herself up off the ground, she looked around
again. She closed her eyes and concentrated on her sword.
Bound together by powerful enchantments, she and the sword could never
be parted, and the sword could only unleash its true powers in her
“Hearing” the blade calling to her, she
ran off in the direction it came from. She finally had some sense
of certainty in this strange, alien place.
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