Prologue
The ground beneath me is cruel; it slows the tread of my feet, aids those of the beast on my heels...feeds my life to the Gods of Death.
As fire roars behind me once more, and my lungs fight for breath, I curse my foolishness again. For if I had not sought to destroy the very monster trying to kill me, I would not be fighting for survival against the unforgiving earth.
My brazen attempts to prove myself worthy are my downfall, my weakness. Playing hero is something that I can only hate myself for; it brings me nothing but pain and suffering.
The sword at my waist is heavy, it too slows me down. If I discard it, it could mean my life if I have to fight the creature again. If it remains strapped to me, the beast will have the advantage of more speed. Odds that do nothing to ease my panic.
If I survive, I will be forever branded the fool who deserves to die for the risk she imposes on others. If I die, every person at the Academy will consider it a blessing from Adieus; the God of Mercy.
The air around me is strong with the scent of death, of the blood dripping down my back and leg. Both injuries are evidence of the razor sharp dragons claws, and my continuous falling to the ground in my haste to escape.
With a roar of fury, I quicken my pace as the beast gains on me. I have the notion that if I could run any faster I would be flying. I was born a survivor; I will not forget that fact easily.
Feeling the dragon’s breath on my back, I draw my sword from its sheath and turn on my heel, raising it into the air to make a deep gash in the beasts’ jaw.
The sound of its cries slice through my mind, but I endure them through gritted teeth, whirling to continue my race to safety. Luck has it, the dragon pauses in it’s pursuit of my blood to nurse its injured jaw. But any moment it will come after me again, no doubt even angrier than before.
I must get to the gates of the Academy before this creature kills me; there the protective borders surrounding it will keep me safe. The magick that encircles the castle is impenetrable, even the dragon cannot breach its limits.
But for fear of danger to the students...I’m going to have to kill this thing. After all, that is what I set out to do.
In a sudden burst of inspiration, I curve sharply down the trail until I am out of view from the beast. Catching sight of a broken tree to my right, one that has been half destroyed in a recent storm, I race to it, knowing there is little time for planning.
As I begin to climb its base, aiming for a large overhanging branch, the ground beneath me rumbles and shakes as the dragon once again claws its way along the road in thirsty anticipation.
My throat tightens in panic, but I force myself to climb, knowing that it will be my last chance of survival. Sliding along the branch I clutch my sword in hand and poise myself near the very edge, hoisting myself to my feet I balance carefully in wait.
The beast, now unaware of my position on the branch, moves slowly along the road, its talons curling into the dirt as if it needs security on the unfamiliar earth.
Though dragons are naturally airborne, this particular one has been a menace to our vicinity for the past few months; eating our flocks and breathing its fire onto peoples homes. It lost its ability to fly not one hour ago, when five of my arrows made contact with its left wing.
I crouch slightly as the dragon moves closer, my spare hand making a fist to stop from shaking in fear. My will for this dragons death is strong, but still my heart thumps worriedly in my chest; I have never done anything this irrational before. At least I can seek comfort that I came alone, putting no one else in danger by bringing them with me. Although, I have let the dragon chase me towards town...
Waiting for my moment, I clench my teeth and focus my eyes on the place on the dragons back where my sword needs to slice into. If I succeed, the creature will die. If I do not, then I die in utter shame.
Aid me Navitas, I will need you now more than ever. I pray with my thoughts to the God of Ability, hoping he will give me the strength to survive this.
The dragon pauses momentarily, and the beat of my heart falters. Lowering it’s head to the ground it inhales my scent carefully; trying to determine my location. I give myself a short moment to curse silently, before throwing myself into the air.
I land on its back, but I am too early in my leap from the branch and collide painfully on one of the protruding horns alone its spine, catching my previously injured leg on its wing in the same breath.
The beast lets out a roar of anger so loud a ripple of dread creeps across my skin, before it proceeds in trying to throw me off its back, twisting it’s head around to snap its teeth inches from my face. In momentary panic I almost lose grip on my sword, and slide further down the dragons back trying to maintain a hold of it. I am out of reach of its teeth but cannot get the angle needed for my sword to bite into its heart.
Quickly gripping onto one of the horns along its back I begin the process of clambering back into position; not an easy feat considering this creature is a hundred times the size of me and strong enough to crush me with one grip. Plus, it’s doing everything it can to hurl me off.
As hard as it tries I maintain my grip, and in a howl of fury the dragon throws itself into the air in an attempt to gain altitude, too late realising its injured wing will not allow flight, and we both tumble back to the ground awkwardly. The jolt hurls me into just the right position to plunge my sword into the creatures heart.
Then I am falling along with the dragon, its cries of pain clawing into the air. Thrown from its back I tumble to the ground, my arm hitting the hard soil at a bad angle. I hear the snap of my bone breaking before feeling the burst of pain, letting out a sob of agony as the dragon slumps to the ground, finally still.
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