Crimson Gold

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
A short story that I wrote that was inspired by a dragon statue that I have. I thought about expanding it but I haven't gotten around to that.

Submitted: October 01, 2012

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Crimson Gold

A sound, quiet at first and suddenly loud woke a girl from her unconsciousness. The wind rushing past her ears was loud and prevented much else from being heard and the vast sky above her seemed to be infinite. Little puffs of clouds floated along the sky lightly forming whatever shape please them. Occasionally they would pass over the sun casting a shadow on the earth, which was far beneath her. Suddenly she realized she was falling, but not in time to prepare for a jarring impact that shocked her whole body as she felt her skull hit the hard ground, and she felt herself slipping away form herself yet again. A shaking of the ground beside rattled her and a cry sounded from beside her, but her eyes would not obey and open. She could hear metal on metal, could taste copper layering her tongue, could smell the wind carrying a smell that made bile rise in her throat yet she could not place, and could feel the grass beneath her, but her eyes would not open, and her mind escaped her. The blackness in front of her eyes was gradually growing light, shade by shade, and she knew that she was about to die, but couldn’t do a thing to stop it. A rush of air overcame the girl, and there was a earth shattering roar, one that could have come from lightning striking beside her, but she knew that this was not so. The light started to fade, and her mind and body returned to her control, and finally she remembered where she was and a sense of terror overwhelmed her…

 

“My Lady, if I may enter?” A butler by the name of Henry entered Mia’s room. He was quite old, and had been with them for many years now. His hair was turning from black to silver, but his golden brown eyes remained bright and cheerful.

 

“You may,” Mia replied, continuing to brush her midnight black hair, her auburn eyes flashing from the mirror to the butler now standing in the doorway to her room.

 

Bending at the hips, Henry bowed to her, then rose and cleared his throat. “My Lady, I am sorry to disturb you, but his Highness has requested you’re presence.” The elderly butler then bent at the hip again, and then left closing her door gently. Rising to her full height of 5’7”, Mia walked down the hallway to the main room. Although they were not Royal blood, they did rule over this area under the King and Queen of the country and were therefore given as much respect as they would have. Mia’s mother had died when she was two years old and her father had little time for her, but Mia was given the pleasure of many pets, which she would talk to when she was bored. Although her pets commanded a lot of her attention, Mia would prefer to talk to a crimson and gold statue of a dragon that her father had gifted her on her tenth birthday. Then, it had not seemed such a mad thing to do, but as the years went by, and Mia grew to be seventeen as she was now, things had changed. She grew secretive about talking to the statue, which she has named Syren when she was young, and chose to talk to it when she was positive she was alone. The pure majesty of the statue astounded Mia on a regular basis, from its crimson scales flashing gold on the outlines of the wings, breast, tail, and snout, along with its golden talons which extended from three digits on its legs, to its blue and green eyes contrasting and reflecting the world around it.

Daydreaming about the glory of the statue, Mia almost didn’t hear her father speak to her. “My daughter, Mia, I have grave news.” Her father, his black hair that was well kept and framed his long face, and cast a shocking contrast to the blue of his eyes, which were filled with worry and settled upon Mia. The worry in her father’s voice caught her curiosity and sparked a fear inside her at the same time. “The city to the west, Leonna, has been breached by the Coltis Army. They made it very clear that they intend to march upon our town next. As we speak, our army is gathering, but it will be a difficult task to defend our whole city. But, this is not why I have called you here. Although it pains me, I am sending you to the Capital to stay with the King and Queen until this, what I consider war now, is over.” Shock settled into Mia’s mind slowly as the words she heard twisted in her mind as she tried to find a way out.

“But father! I am trained to fight I have taken lessons with the spear, and I have the finest armour save the King and Queen’s! Why must I leave?”

 

A shadow passed over her father’s face at her words and he shook his head. “No. With your mother gone, and you having no siblings, we cannot risk having no successor survive the siege of our homes. If you die, there is nobody else. You will pack your things and leave by sundown.”

 

Mia flinched internally at the sudden decision made for her. ”Sundown? But father, the army will take at least four days to march from Leonna to here, at best!” Her father shook his head and waved a hand. “I will not negotiate with you, Mia. You will go to your room and pack; there will be a guard who will escort you out of the town and onto a horse when you are done, where you will go with five of my best warriors to the Capital.” No matter what else Mia tried to say, her father did not reply, nor did he look at her though she could see the distinct signs of tears in his eyes.

 

Angry and defeated, she made her way back to her room where she packed clothes and items she saw as important to keep if by chance the Coltis Army did take the city. Satisfied with her bag of items, she turned to leave only to realize she did not pack Syren. Turning on her heels, glad she did not forget him; she pranced over to the spot on her dresser where he was perched upon his tail, a place where he could observe the entirety of the room with one glance. Yet instead of Syren, she found an outlined figure of where he was usually sitting. Fear bubbling up inside her, she frantically searched her whole room, but to no avail. A sudden knock on the door filled the room as a man in full armour entered the room and bowed. “Lady Mia, we must leave now. We have intelligence that the Coltis Army is already marching toward us.” Tears welling in her eyes, Mia nodded, and walked out of her room following the solider out of her home, and into a barn, where they rode out into the horizon. Where is Syren? Mia wondered as she drifted off to sleep.

 

Screams awoke Mia in the morning, followed by a tugging on her arms. The man in command of the unit escorting her to the Capital had hefted her into his arms and was running at full speed away from the campsite. Wondering why they were running on foot when they had horses, Mia opened her eyes to see a trail of dust the horses had left behind in a desperate attempt to flee the area. What had scared them? Looking up to see the Captain’s face, she only saw fear, pure, raw, fear and as he tripped on a rock, the only words he said were “forgive me your Highness for I have failed in my orders to protect your daughter.” Falling onto the hard ground as small rocks cut into her flesh, Mia rolled along the gravel propelled by the speed the Captain was running, who appeared to have faded into unconsciousness. Staggering to her feet and brushing off the dust from her dress, Mia looked up to see a shadow pass over the sun in front of her. A giant hawk as it appeared was flying down towards her its wings spread wide, its talons outstretched, its tail flailing back and forth. Wait…a tail? As the hawk grew closer fear overwhelmed Mia as realization struck her. She had heard stories of old saying that they existed but never in her life had she thought she would see one. The myths had said they were common among the desert like area around her home but still, never had she thought she’d ever see one. “A dragon…” She whispered as a gust of wind struck her and the massive beast landed in front of her.

 

Mia stood frozen in front of the beast. Its long neck was outstretched as it lay on its belly, its wings folded onto its back and its tail curving around it to twitch in front of its face, it sighed. If Mia was not froze in place merely because there was a dragon bowing to her, when the realization struck her; her fear was complete and her knees buckled as she feel to the ground, staring at the majestic creature. As it opened its blue and green eyes the red eyelids sliding over the orb it sighed again, smoke expelling from its massive nostrils, its golden talons and crimson scales sliding as the dragon adjusted its weight on the ground. “Blue and green eyes, red and gold hide…this isn’t possible. You look exactly like Syren.” At the sound of the name, the massive creature tilted its head up to the sky and bellowed a stream of white hot fire, as if happy to be recognized, and then lay its head upon the ground once more, closer to Mia then before. “So, you are real? This has to be a coincidence!” Shaking its head from side to side, Mia’s voice caught in her throat. It could understand her, and it was responding to her words. Even more astounding, it was not trying to eat her, nor her men who were all unconscious. Lifting its head and emanating a low growl as if to clear its throat, it growled changing from high pitch to low pitch, imitating what sounded like a cat would purr. Blackness overtook her.

 

A wet sensation on Mia’s left cheek awoke her from her dreamless sleep. Sitting up and opening her eyes, Mia was again face to face with Syren, whose giant orb of an eye was staring at her calmly. “You didn’t eat us?” She whispered as the dragon blinked in response. Standing up and brushing off her dress again, Mia slowly reached out and touched Syren’s nose, his eyes closing and a hum emanating from his throat once again. “None of this makes sense. What is happening?”

 

Expelling smoke from his nostrils, Syren growled low as he raised his head up and blew a stream of fire into the bright blue sky, towards where they had come from.

 

“Home? We can’t go home, there is an army charging towards it!”

 

His scales slithering over his muscles and skin, Syren turned and lay his wing down on the ground like a bridge to his back, where spikes formed a saddle like area. He made a low purring sound and his eyes landed on her, glistening in the sun. After staring at Syren for a long time and retrieving the captain’s spear, Mia sighed, called upon all her courage and strength and climbed atop him, his scaled warm on her skin. Roaring loudly into the sky, he leapt from the ground, his wings pushing the air to the ground to heave him into the air as they flew towards her home.

 

As her home came into view, tears stung at Mia’s eyes. Fire billowed from the homes of her people and the smell of blood was in the air. She was terrified. How could they have mistaken how long had they thought they had by so much? A whistle to her left got her attention as Syren swerved to the side, dodging a barrage of arrows show at him. “They must have prepared for the blood to attract wild dragons and set archers on top of the city wall,” Mia mumbled as another whistles of arrows sounded to her right.

 

Syren snorted fire in a rage, his body rumbling underneath her as he growled. Syren sucked in a gutful of air and blew out white hot flames that made it impossible to see, killing all the archers on top of the wall. As they rose again to the clouds, a pain in Mia’s side stung her as she was struck off Syren’s back, falling through the air. His yelp of pain soon followed his roar after her.

 

A sound, quiet at first and suddenly loud woke a girl from her unconsciousness. The wind rushing past her ears was loud and prevented much else from being heard and the vast sky above her seemed to be infinite. Little puffs of clouds floated along the sky lightly forming whatever shape please them. Occasionally they would pass over the sun casting a shadow on the earth, which was far beneath her. Suddenly she realized she was falling, but not in time to prepare for a jarring impact that shocked her whole body as she felt her skull hit the hard ground, and she felt herself slipping away form herself yet again. A shaking of the ground beside rattled her and a cry sounded from beside her, but her eyes would not obey and open. She could hear metal on metal, could taste copper layering her tongue, could smell the wind carrying a smell that made bile rise in her throat yet she could not place, and could feel the grass beneath her, but her eyes would not open, and her mind escaped her. The blackness in front of her eyes was gradually growing light, shade by shade, and she knew that she was about to die, but couldn’t do a thing to stop it. A rush of air overcame the girl, and there was a earth shattering roar, one that could have come from lightning striking beside her, but she knew that this was not so. The light started to fade, and her mind and body returned to her control, and finally she remembered where she was and a sense of terror overwhelmed her…

 

Syren was over her billowing flames at the soldiers that charged to them, and roaring at the ones that stood too far away. Jumping to her feet, her vision blurred and her body swayed from side to side from the impact of falling. A solider from behind raised his sword to strike Syren in the flank as Mia thrust her spear at him, penetrating his armour, and killing him instantly. Dread and guilt rushed over her at the sight of the dead man, but she knew that it was necessary to stay alive and tried to shake it off, turning to face the Coltis Army that lay before her and Syren. As she turned to see them though, they all stood, staring at the dead man at Mia’s feet. Looking down, she saw markings on his uniform that indicated if she remembered correctly, that he was the officer in charge of the invasion. His soldiers stood stunned for a while until Syren roared, the sound shaking the ground as they dropped their weapons and put their hands in the air. Although there were only a few left, Mia was relieved that no more humans had to be killed. After everyone had been captured, and all the fires put out Mia sat down, Syren’s head beside her as he expelled more smoke from his nose. Looking around at all the survivors from the town, who were all avoiding Syren, fear gripped her. Her father was nowhere to be found. 


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