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After dinner, me and Gregory, talk about simple things as we play chess. I tell him of my childhood, and what it is like growing up in the horde. I tell him of the very first time I held a sword. I was four years old, and the sword was twice my size and made completely out of iron. I could not even lift it off the ground. My father had me stay in the training hall all day until I could finally lift it. When I did, I was so happy I smiled until my face hurt. I thought nothing could ruin this moment of joy, even when my father did not acknowledge my progress. No matter how hard I worked my father never noticed so eventually I just stopped trying to impress him. I have only come this far by working solely for myself. I enjoy Gregory’s company very much he makes me feel comfortable. I cannot help but think about what it would have been like if he was my father. I know it is impossible, but I cannot help but wonder. Could I have felt the warm loving embrace of a father instead
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As I walk through the halls toward Gregory's study the feeling of being watched washes over me and my skin begins to crawl. I stop in my tracks and listen for a moment. But with so many maids bustling about it is hard to find who could be the one watching me. If they are still following me then it is likely they do not know everything we are planning. With that in mind I continue to the study. I knock on the door, hearing a muffled come in, I shove the door open and stride into the room. Looking around the study I see Gregory positioned at his desk his white hair hanging around his head like a veil. He is looking at an old torn leather-bound book, he glances up at me in acknowledgment. He seems to be dressed quite casually wearing a black drawstring shirt and light blue vest. This is a contrast to his usual elegant and vibrantly colored robes. "Where did you run off to this morning Nora? We missed you at breakfast,” he asks. Walking across the room I grab one of
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Over the last two days, I have been spending more time with Gregory, often finding myself playing chess or just simply talking with him. For knowing him less than a week I find that he has become one of the closest people to me. He is easygoing and is not rooted in the beliefs of other humans, welcoming me rather than shunning me. Since I have spent most of my time with Gregory, I have thankfully not seen Geoffrey since our meeting in the hallway. He has been avoiding me like the plague, even going as far as to skip meals. But I must say I cannot blame him. I am not certain how I would react if I did see him again. When I first came here, I thought I would spend my days in complete and utter agony, but as of late I have found myself slowly falling into a routine. I am beginning to enjoy myself; I spend my mornings with the h
Dragon's Breath (Book One) Chapter Fifteen
I am roused from my slumber by the sound of someone knocking vigorously on my door. I peel my eyes open rubbing my temples. Pulling the crisp sheets from my body I feel a rush of cool air against my heated skin. I place my feet on the ground, recoiling at the nip of the frigid floor. I stand and stumble to the door, exhaustion laying me limp as wet laundry on a cold day. As I get closer to the door, I feel like every muscle in my body is trying to give in to gravity. When I open the door, I am greeted by a young short boy, who looks no older than sixteen. His face would have been white if not for all the freckles. There are so many that his face is brown with small pale spaces here and there, like the tips of grass trying to show through the golden-brown leaves of fall. His hair is the perfect mop of brown, it would have been almost lion-like if he was not so skinny. His eyes are green but not the kind that is easy to describe. It was almost like they are both yellow and green
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Flavius With a huff I throw the newly gathered firewood to the floor of my shop. Stretching my arms, I dip my hands into the water barrel in the corner of the room I splash the icy liquid over my arms and face. The dirt and grime of the outdoors wash away along with the water. Every day for the past few days I've been meeting with a dragon in the woods, but today she was not there. Somethin important must have come up. Sometimes I can't believe that I had the chance to meet such a creature, so beautiful and intelligent. Before I met her, I thought I’d be afraid of such a beast just as others are. Most men, whether they admit it or not are. And yet I found that I’m not afraid of her. Not at all. Instead, I find myself wanting to know more about her. Though we've spent quite some time together much to my disappointment her name is still unknown to me. That has been weighing on my mind for quite some time now. What could her name be? Her promise to visit the city bri
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Nora Reaching the outer edges of the city Flavius points to a little brown, and white cottage sitting all by its lonesome near the outskirts of the city. "That there is the commander's home,” he tells me. As we get closer the faint smell of blood fills my nose. I stop and sniff the air, taking in the scent. Panic squirms in my stomach when I confirm what I am smelling. Something is wrong! Without a moment to lose I take off sprinting to the commander's cottage. I force the door open forcefully causing it to bang against the wall. Looking in I note that the front room has been completely wrecked, there is blood splattered all over the floor and walls, and a man's severed hand is lying limp on the floor through the threshold of the cottage. I turn away from the sight, the metallic smell of blood bothering my sharp senses. I place my hand over my nose to try and block the overwhelming smell. Flavius, noticing my reaction, races up to me, concern evident in his
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Before leaving the commander's home we take the time to clean up the house. I wrap his body in his bedsheets and place him in the front room where he can easily be found. "Daniel, when we get back to the castle, inform a trusted guard of the commander's death,” I say. "Yes, your highness," He replies quietly with a nod. Grabbing the commander's journal, we take our leave and head back into the city. We walk in silence, the knowledge of Gwen's guilt weighing heavy on my mind. I am dumbfounded; what could Gwen have against me and my horde? why is she trying to hide the past? What is she after? Her actions leave me feeling perplexed, because there are no known connections between her and my horde. I cannot stand to think of this any longer. I will stop her; I must stop her. I do not know if I can handle a repeat of the past, I refuse to lose those closest to me again. What she has done is simply unforgivable. I wish I could take my painful memories and p
Dragon's Breath (Book One) Chapter Nineteen
I walk shakily down the hall my legs trembling with every step. I stop for a moment to compose myself by taking a deep breath. I feel a hand clasp my shoulder and I jump turning to face person. I turn around and I am faced withGeoffrey'sbright green eyes boring into my own. He looks down at me and laughs, “What has got you so shaken? Oh, let me guess you finally punched the wrong person and now father is mad at you,” Geoffrey guesses in a teasing manor. I roll my eyes, “Did you interrupt my day simply to say tha
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