Running Away From One Thing, and Into Another.

Chapter 25: Simple: Survive

Slowly, I breath in the sweet scented air. Spring is leaving us behind, making way for summer who not only brings warmer days but also darker days filled with death. An oddly cold breeze brushes my cheeks, reminding me that hard days are near. My twenty-eight days of training was not in vain and will definitely not go unused.

A happy chirp brings me out of my serious thoughts. Quickly, I locate an odd, little bird with yellow feathers. Smiling, I study the little creature. It still amazes me to this day how dragon like this whole world is. The plants, animals, and people all bear some form of dragon characteristics. For instance, the legs of the little fellow didn't look like the bird legs I knew at home. The claws on the bird looked deadly beyond belief, and the legs looked like orange armor.

Despite how dangerous the bird is, he merrily sings as if all is well with the world. I disagree bitterly with him. Even so, I listen to his song.

Besides, I can't deny I am feeling lonely. I have been waiting besides Rosanda's pond for a while now. Rosanda had left roughly three hours ago, taking Brean and I out of her dungeon at our request. She said that she was going to locate a few other dragonesses that she had been able to keep contact with over the years. I don't know what all kinds of dragons will be here, but the more the better.

Because tonight, I'm going back home.

Brean, however, left only half an hour ago to search for food.

I absently swirl my finger in the cool water, knowing that they should both return soon. That is, of course, unless something happens to them. And that is becoming more and more likely with each passing day.

Shuddering, I think for a moment. It's not likely they were caught, right? Even if they were, I am able to protect myself without them. They just make it a whole lot easier.

I tilt my head, looking at the deep blue sky. Puffy clouds dot it here and there, making it seem peaceful. Shaking my head, I close my eyes. These past days have been anything but peaceful.

The sweat, the frustration, and the ache has kept me from peace. Swimming in Rosanda's cold pond has made me more fit, and the magic in my head has been stretched thin with my constant picking at it.

Though it payed off, seeing now that I can actually use the magic. Even though it seems it still has a will of it's own, it will follow my lead rather well. With my guiding it, it can infiltrate somebody's mind, allowing me to communicate with the other person by connecting our thought process. Using it, I can use fire. I can't breath fire like a dragon; instead I am basically a living and walking coal. Within seconds, I can go from being a normal temperature to literally being on fire without any harm towards me. The only problem is I am having difficulty going in between the two. I am either on fire, or nothing at all is happening. Something I really need to get a control on.

Also, I can't seem to do what Marzack and I talked about. No matter what I do, my memories cannot be unlocked. Even things I partially remember won't budge. Sure, right now I don't need it, but what about later when detail is key?

I huff, angry that I can't do everything I need in time. What if my weakness becomes the cause of my death? Or worse... the cause of others' death.

“Well, you're huffy.” I look up, and smile at Brean as he strides over to me with sack slung over his shoulder. Don't know how it survived the trip to and from Rosanda's cave, but it sure did. Mine, the one with food and Sashell's journal, couldn't be so fortunate.

“Do you got food?” I ask, ignoring his statement.

He waves the bag with a smirk on his face. “Please, I would rather die before eating another fish.” Obviously, we had to eat something since my bag was pretty much ruined along with the contents inside it. All Rosanda had to offer was raw, dragon-hybrid fish. One word: nasty.