Legend of the Dragons

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

Chapter 4 (v.1)

Submitted: September 08, 2009

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“…so then I said, ‘really?’ and she said, ‘yes!’ so then I said, ‘wow,’ and then she said-,”
 
“I don’t really care what she said next.” Kael moaned, rubbing his forehead. “You’ve been dictating this conversation for hours, please stop.”
 
Edana frowned. “Well what do you want to talk about?”
 
Kael, seeing an opportunity, sat up and shifted himself into a comfortable position; though he was still careful to stay in the shadows. He glanced over to Edana’s cell. She was still lying on her back; the pain on her stomach obviously hadn’t stopped. How she could keep talking with it, though, was something Kael would never understand.
 
“Let’s play a game.” He said slowly.
“A game?!” Edana squealed excitedly.
 
Momentarily forgetting about her injury, she attempted to jump up but with a shriek she fell back onto the floor.
 
“Yes, “ Kael continued as if it had never happened. “A game.”
 
“How do you play?”
 
Kael licked his lips and smiled slightly.
 
“The person, who can stay quiet the longest, wins.” He explained.
 
Edana’s brow furrowed. “That doesn’t sound very fun.” She remarked.
 
“Oh, it is. You’ve got to play it to understand.” Kael said airily. “You probably couldn’t do it anyway.”
 
“Bah, I bet I can stay quiet for the rest of the day.” Edana said, grinning.
 
Kael smirked. “Bet you couldn’t.”
 
“Bet I could.”
 
“Fine, prove it.”
 
“I will.”
 
The next few minutes for Kael were pure bliss. He smiled to himself and closed his eyes. Finally, she had shut up.
 
It didn’t last long.
 
Edana sighed. She clicked her tongue, a habit that she had learnt from her brother. She crossed her eyes over and stuck out her tongue. Kael opened one eye and watched her do this. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
 
“You are hopeless.” He said eventually.
 
“Hah!” She shouted, pointing a finger at him. “You lost!”
 
Kael could have screamed. Literally, screamed. Or torn his hair out. Either one would do.
 
“Hey, it doesn’t hurt anymore now.” Edana commented.
 
She knew it wouldn’t hurt for too long. Dragons had special abilities that allowed them to heal faster than most things. The slight snag was the ability only started when they were five winters old, so for the first five years of a Dragon’s life they will never leave their mother’s side.
 
Smiling happily to herself, Edana sat up and leant sideways against the bars. She gazed down the corridor, listening intently to the sounds.
 
It couldn’t be that hard, she thought to herself. Surely someone had tried to escape before? She watched as the short fat guard slowly sauntered down, past her cell, and then turned and walked back up again. All the time swinging the club in his right hand.
 
Edana shivered as he passed and flinched. The looked down at her and smirked. He stopped his march and crouched down on the balls of his feet so he was eye level with her.
 
“What’s wrong, Dragon?” He wheezed. “Afraid?”
 
Edana recoiled from his foul breath, shuffling backwards slightly. Once she was a safe distance away she stuck her tongue out at him.
 
“Not of you, you ugly blood sucking leech,” She smiled sweetly.
 
“You’ll regret that.” The man snarled warningly.
 
Without another word he turned and walked back up the aisle. Edana breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed her tense body.
 
“He’s not lying,” A voice said out of the darkness.
 
Edana jumped, staring wildly around, her large red eyes wide. It took her moment to remember Kael was sat in the ‘empty’ cell across from her. She looked across at the dark cell and squinted her eyes. But it was no use. She couldn’t see anything.
 
“What do you mean?” She asked curiously.
 
“I mean, he will make you regret being rude to him.” Kael answered, sighing.
 
Edana snorted. “How can he? He can’t even get to me.” She scoffed.
 
“He is a guard,” Kael pointed out. “And what do guards have?”
 
“…Keys?” Edana said weakly.
 
Kale smirked. “Correct.”
 
“What will he do to me?”
 
She was whispering now, her forehead pressed hard against the bars as he hands clutched them tightly. Kael resisted the urge to lean closer to her, so instead he closed his eyes.
 
“I don’t know,” he said mildly. “They might cut out your tongue. Or tear your fingernails out.” He shrugged. “They could always gouge your eyes out. But don’t worry; they’re always careful to make sure you will stay alive.”
 
As he had been speaking, Edana had crept further and further back into the shadow of her cell until she was pressed up against the wall. Her eyes were wide, the vertical pupils dilating in horror.
 
Suddenly the door at the end of the aisle slammed open and Edana screamed in terror. Her hands flew up to her face, hiding her eyes from view. She was obviously going for the, ‘if I can’t see you, you can’t see me,’ effect.
 
“They’re going to cut of my eyes and gouge my tongue out!” She moaned behind her hands.
 
Kael quietly shifted himself so he could see down the aisle but without being seen by Edana. He ignored her terrified whimpering and looked on with bored interest at the guards.
 
Between them they were dragging a shaggy haired, tall lanky boy. He was sobbing hysterically, not even bothering to fight against the guards. Every time one of them got to close to him he would flinch away and wail like a ghost. This amused the guards to no end.
 
Edana was broken from her moment of despair by curiosity and she cautiously pulled herself up to the bars. The boy was pulled past her cell and for a moment their eye’s met. His were wide and watery, Edana’s; sad and solemn.
 
The guard form before, or, ‘Club-man,’ as Edana had so rightly name him, leered down at her, flashing his yellowed fangs. She shivered and looked away.
 
As she did a pair of large black eyes caught her eyes. She turned her head in a flash, staring at the cell opposite, but they had disappeared. She smiled triumphantly.
 
“You have black eyes.” She stated proudly.
 
Kael mentally scolded himself for revealing part of his identity.
“Yeah, so?” He replied snappishly.
 
“You’re a Shadow Dragon,” Edana sang with a giggle.
 
Kael didn’t answer. Instead he waited with baited breath for her to work it out. For her to realise what he was and who he was. But either she was incredibly stupid, (he doubted that) or no one had told her.
 
“I’m just normal old Fire,” she sighed. “I’d rather fancy myself as a Water Dragon. Wouldn’t that be cool? I’ve always wanted to know how to swim.”
 
Kael breathed a sigh of relief and smiled softly. He put up with her constant chatter about the Dragon’s she had met. And to his surprise, for the first time in four years, he felt rather content to listen to someone.


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