Legend of the Dragons

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 2 (v.1)

Submitted: September 07, 2009

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Kael awoke to screaming. Just like he did every day. But there was something different about this scream. It wasn’t the usual screams of madness or pain. No, these were the screams of defiance. They were also the screams of the girl who was being dragged down the dark, damp aisle. He watched with slight anger as they tugged her along; another one of his kind to be locked away.
 
She thrashed furiously from side to side, her long hair whipping tear stained cheeks. The collar was already on, he noted in disdain, this was proved further as her image flickered continuously, but it wouldn’t work. He knew it wouldn’t work because he had tried it countless of times.
 
“If you keep struggling, they’ll just make it ten times harder for you.” He muttered to himself.
 
As if to prove his point, one of the men raised his chunky fist, sending it crashing into the side of her head. She immediately became still and they continued to drag her limp body along the ground. The cell door opposite his was flung open and she was thrown ungraciously inside, her small body hitting the damp concrete with a muffled thump.
 
The men observed her from outside the cell.
 
“Should we get Donnie?” One of them said. The other shook his head.
 
“Nah, leave her be. She ain’t going anywhere tonight.” He muttered. They turned and walked away.
 
Kael observed the girl’s still form from within his own cell. Her long hair was matted, and fell in layers down to her waist. He noticed, with little interest, that it was a teal blue colour, several strands streaked with black. Any visible skin noticeable was pale and covered in dried blood. Her clothes were ripped and ill fitted. The black hooded top and grey jogging bottoms were insanely baggy and hung from her thin frame.
 
A moan escaped her parched lips and, scowling slightly, Kael withdrew himself into the shadows of his cell.
 
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Edana moaned. Something was banging continuously against her forehead and she wished it would stop. As her blurry eyesight focused she realised she had been pressed face down on the cold, concrete floor and that, she realised, had been the source of the banging. Sitting up, Edana evaluated the situation.
 
Firstly, she was sitting in a very small, very cold and probably very dirty, cell. There were three stone walls, the wall in front of her being ceiling to floor metal bars. A pile of dirty straw sat in the corner and bucket of water in the other.
 
Secondly, and this was the most important part, Edana realised (with some dismay) she had absolutely no idea how she had gotten to be sat on the floor in some dirty, concrete cell. Worried, not scared, and very confused, Edana said the first thing that came to mind.
 
“Uh,” she then proceeded to curse herself for her lack of brain power at this precise moment in time.
 
“You look confused.”
 
Edana jumped and stared around wildly for the source of the voice. When she found no other person in sight, and after scrutinizing the dark and (seemingly) empty cell opposite, she scowled, crossing her thin arms over her chest and attempted to put on her most disapproving face, which only made her look slightly less more cheerful than usual.
 
The voice seemed to agree.
 
“You know that look really doesn’t suit you. You seem a cheerful type of person.” It commented airily.
 
“And just how am I meant to be happy in a situation such as this?” Edana snapped, though she dropped the scowl.
 
“Good point, but it might stop you from going mad.” The voice replied.
 
Edana snorted. “I am not going to go mad. On the other hand, I probably am already mad; hearing voices in your head usually isn’t a good sign.” She huffed. “I’ve only been in here five minutes and I’m already talking to myself.”
 
She heard the voice sigh. “I am not in your head, fortunately, and you are not mad…I hope. But I can’t deny the fact that you are indeed, talking to yourself.”
 
“Thought as much. So how do we get out of here?”
 
“There is only one way in and one way out.”
 
“Keep going,” Edana prompted.
 
“That door, at the end of the aisle.”
 
Edana crawled up to the bars. Holding them stiffly, she peered down the aisle, noticing there was, in fact, a door at the end. A very solid, very big, door. Well it’s a start, she thought to herself, leaning back against the wall.
 
“So…what’s the plan?” She called out brightly.
 
“Plan?”
 
“You know.” She waved her hand in the air vaguely. “Our plan of action. Don’t tell me you’ve never made a plan before?”
 
“Never.”
 
Edana’s jaw dropped. “Not even holiday plans?”
 
“I don’t do holidays. They are tedious things that I do not like to associate myself with.” The voice answered airily.
 
“Wow. You sound like a boring old grouch to me.” She narrowed her eyes into the darkness, desperate to see the owner of this mysterious voice. “So what are you going to do?”
 
“Do? I’m going to do nothing. I’ll just sit here for the rest of my days until it is time for me to go.”
 
“Oh, come on,” She said, thoroughly exasperated. “When are we getting out of here?”
 
“I am not going anywhere with you. You’re mad. You said so yourself.” The voice replied haughtily. “Like I said, I’m going to do nothing.”
 
“You’re going to do nothing?” Edana scoffed. “You sound old. Are you old, Mr Voice?”
 
“It depends how young you are.”
 
“I’m sixteen winters, right from when I was an egg.” She said proudly.
 
“Ah,” the voice seemed to get louder. “So you are a Dragon.”
 
“Of course I’m a dragon. What else would I be?” Edana answered, frowning.
 
“I was just checking. No need to go all defensive.”
 
“Hmph, so I assume you’re a Dragon too then?”
 
“Yes…yes, I am.” The voice sounded distant, as if it was deep in thought.
 
“Well now that we have established the obvious, what’s your name?” Edana sat a little straighter, eager to learn more about this enigma she had found.
 
“My name is Kael, and that is all you need to know for now.”
 
“I knew it!” Edana suddenly cried, grinning.
 
“Knew what?” Kael said, startled.
 
“That you were a boy. It’s something about the voice, I think, plus you sound like an egotistic idiot.” She smiled to herself.
 
“I am not egotistic!” Kael protested.
 
“Whatever you say, Mr Arrogant.”
 
“Arrogant? You’ve only just met me and you’re calling me arrogant?”
 
“I’m tired now.” Edana yawned, curling up on the floor. She purposely ignored the straw, which looked like it had stuff growing in it. “Goodnight, Big-Head.”
 
“Oh, so you’re calling me big-headed now, are you?” Kael snapped, obviously annoyed,
 
Edana chuckled, glad she had finally got one over this complete nikinpoop she had been so unfortunate to be holed up with.


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