One, two, three. She drank a large pint of air, coughing out violently. Her inky purple gemstone eyes allowed light in. She stopped, looked around the reddish black sky. The smell of burning sulphur and decaying corpse played on her nose. She could feel the slippery, crawly, irritating feeling on her body. She jumped up, pushing the maggots and work off her. She had been lying on a heap of decaying flesh. She picked a tag for one of the flesh's body. Seeing the white dragon and a sea of swirling blue sky and three black stars. Her eyes dilated. " Black Ash academy knight. " She muttered, she swallowed the saliva and looked around. Several heaps of corpses scattered. Some were fresh, others were half rotten most were decayed and oozing suicidal smells.
She could hear voices of happiness, screaming wildly in the air. She moved, her legs ached from the troubles and her abdomen gashed widely. Her leathers were soaked wet at the abdominal region with blood. " Finally..." She muttered, staggering closer and kicking off corpses as she left. The stench nearly crippled her. She hit a stone and pain shot up in her abdomen. She held it and fell. Hitting her head as she went head first into a heap of decaying corpse. She could taste the casserole she had for breakfast. Grinding her teeth in anger and frustrations. She pulled herself up, throwing up in the process. She moved further, the noise becoming very audible, but so wrong.
She could hear it now but it was not happiness as she thought, it was fright. A country in distress. She could see it. Hundreds of dragons flying and picking people up. Some turning into corpse and falling to join the heaps. Others becoming ashes or torn in two by contesting dragons. She moved backwards but she could hear the roars and terrified caws of dragons and crows behind her. She rushed slipping and falling frightened, a scream echoing from her mouth as she fell.
She landed harshly on a heap of skeleton heads. A shrill cry escaping he lip again. The stench of corpses and sulphur mixed together under the terrified rain fall. The sky becoming inky black. All dragons we're now departing in fear. She could hear massive dragon wing beats, she tried to stand but somehow her leg could not move she had broken it terribly. She swallowed in anger as a surging fire breath headed for her. She was badly terrified, she could not breathe at all. Her arm was opened to receive the doom attack and some how, some one stretched a hand and green smoke coupled with green blast collided with the fire breath.
A hand grasped her shoulder and she could feel her knees bend. Pain shot up, her hands opening and letting out a scream. The hand left her and a face formed. He had cynic sapphire eyes, his Ash hair plastered on his face. His nose pointed out and he was in an armour flight leathers. " Go! Get out of here! " The young man yelled dragging her up. She could feel pain shoot up. She could feel every marrow of her riot in anger. She fell on him, her hair on his chest. He glanced at her leg it was swollen. " F***k! Somebody get me a mender!" He yelled. She looked backwards seeing the next fire breath come squarely at them. She pushed him down suspending her hands in the air and letting out a cry.
Black swarm up, corroding, deadly inky black. To save its mistress. The fire breath met and the massive spark extinguished it. She fell backwards with him. The dragon not scared at the scene, dive forward moving at a speed only a god could attain. An army soldier rushed forward striking forward with his sword, but the dragon claw smashed into his neck and an explosion of blood landed on the floor around them. " What is this?" She screamed and tasted blood, the metallic scent and sour taste hit her. " Where the f***k is the mender?!!!" The young man screamed and he helped her to sit on heap of corpse. He held out her leg, bending it awkwardly. She winced as he touched it. He concentrated his power at her feet. She could feel her bone temporarily forcing into place. She screamed, cried, pleaded. Tears rolling out of her eyes. Her curse taking the better of the opportunity. She could feel her brain melt into mush, her eyes becoming dizzy and her sanity slip.
" Take her out of here!!!" He yelled. An army soldier rushed forward carrying her on his shoulder. His hair plastered on her face. His metallic clipped baritone was familiar. He laid her in a stretcher. Healers and menders attending to her. she turned to the soldier that brought her. It was impossible that a dragon would destroy Audrigald without it's consent. She managed to speak. " How did this happen?" She asked solemnly. " Do you live here at all, the dragons are attacking." The soldier said. " But they are tamed! No Rider will allow their dragon destroy his country. " She challenged. He squeezed his hair, burning in further.
" We do not have a choice, the empyrean has arrived. All dragons are rioting. " The soldier said turning to meet her gaze. " And why are you here? His majesty has ordered everyone into the dream lock portal. " The soldier said looking suspiciously at her. " I am from the academy." Elara voiced out. " Black Ash won't accept a creep like you. What country are you from? " The soldier asked. Spite filled her throat, she could taste the resentment. " Audrigald. Princess Elara Ashwood of Audrigald." She said, hating the husky tone she had to manage to tell him her Genesis. He let mocking laughter, followed by all who were with him. " Princess of Audrigald? Hilarious?" The soldier scowled bending to meet her gaze. " You are not a princess. " The soldier said in his most mean tone.
" Take her to the dream lock portal." He said. " Yes commander cadisbury." The lieutenant said. She froze, her breath caught the black hair, the annoying attitude, his peach black eyes. He was no doubt headmaster Silas.
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Why didn't they believe her, she was sure he was head master Silas, but it was impossible how he was this young, they don't believe her. She knew the truth, but somehow they don't believe her. The menders that escorted her seem to snarl angrily at her. The stretcher was being pulled out of the long corridor. The three menders moved serenely down the corridor. She could still hear the dragon blasts. The next shriek that rose. She tried to move her body but she couldn't. The menders gleaming with pride at their work. Each was armed with daggers that could Pierce her easily.
" Anything to get out of this wretched country." One said. Elara pushed herself up, a mild dose of pain blasted in her. Her eyes becoming narrower with anger she could feel the movement of something in her veins. She winced in pain as one tore her with the dagger. She screamed, reaching for help. A shrill cry of help parting her lips. The menders stopped, glancing forward in horror. They could hear thunder bolt like sounds of angry crowd. They retreated, a pair of onyx eyes tearing through space and glancing violently at them. " Don't hurt...my pride."
***
He sat down flipping through the pages of the book before him. Jaydara was with her pack .She would rather not wait on him while he read. He looked up, his eyes accommodating all things in his dorm. He giggled slightly. This was all too surreal, for two years he had been just like any other cadets, but now he was a wing leader. He inhaled slowly and returned to the book. Jason lorke. The quiet, gullible, hopeless child of the lorke dynasty, thrown into the dark a new for an outrageous signet they considered demonic. Yet the dark zone riders codex had no effect on him.
He was a rare being with a breathtakingly good signet. Yet he had achieved so little in his life. But now she was here, she was here to be with him. And he would protect her at all cost. Even if he loses himself in his mission. He stood up, moving to the mirror, his dagger was on the reading table, forgotten by its wielder. He paused to look at himself. Adoring his physique. He moved to the door, he had to visit the colonel to get the manuscript for wing duties. He rubbed his hand frantically in his hair breathing tensely. His heart was beating violently in his chest. He swallowed slowly. Sometimes he had this rare ominous sense which most time was his over thinking.
He turned to control his breath pacing. Watching himself slowly. He moved to the drumming his hand erratically on the pouch of his flight leathers. He lift his hand and held the door knob and twisted it. His breath caught, the massive pain exploding in his head as the metal bit into his flesh. He could feel a steady breathing at his neck. Someone's mouth pressed to his ear. Blood exploding from his abdomen. The mouth biting in and whispering. " You can't protect someone I want to kill....."