Chapter 21

Alaric

She's one of the very kind I hate but her annoying fights, runs just happen to turn me on.

She doesn't respect me or freak out when I'm close and suddenly, I just want her to realize that I can decide her fate.

She's powerless but then how come she's not turning into ashes at my touch?

Not even the dragons are immune to my touch. I was curious earlier and had decided to touch a slave with no gloves but she passed out immediately.

I wanted her at the field, just to be sure that she's truly immune to my touch and I'm shocked to realize that she calls herself useless.

There's doubt still but I'm forced to believe that she might be the one the prophecy talks about.

I saw that look of betrayal in her eyes when I gave her up for gray to handle.

Watching how she struggles to break out from gray is hilarious but weirdly, she shows strength.

Interesting.

She manages to haul him off her with great difficulty though and the best thing she's good at is run.

Gray chases after her and well, I did nothing...I mean I just made him fall just to taste if my powers were still active.

The fact that she keeps looking at me for hints is strange, like she trusts me? Or I'm hallucinating.

My fingers gestures to her, pointing to that precious tail of his. 

She picks up the signal and when Gray attempts to catch her, she throws herself like a slide between his open legs, quickly rises up from behind him and grabs his tail and pulls.

He roars, growing more furious that he uses his claws to scratch her arm just so her grip reduces as she stumbles to the ground with a bleeding arm.

I'm the wrongest person to ask for help. Gray turns to face her properly, making another attempt to lunge at her and I create a hue just to push him forcefully away from her.

His body slides through the air as he falls again with a whimper while she crawls upward, folding her fists and arcing herself like a fighter.

Stupid.

Gray looked bemused and quickly turned to look at me, just to be sure if I was the one but I acted curious, shrugging my shoulders.

He jumped up again, certainly believing she caused that force and when he rushed at her, I silently controlled her hand and it landed just right at his face.

Blood poured out from his mouth as his face to the right while she waves that hand because it hurts.

Even she looks startled if she caused that as she turns to look at me.

Why are they looking at me? It's a fight and I'm entertaining myself.

Gray's dragon scales glittered as they were covering all his body, more like a shield that wouldn't have any penetration.

Her eyes were still on me for a guide but all my guidance only drew her closer to the monstrous form of gray.

He armed himself for another attack, a speed and my eyes darted to and fro. She turns away like she understood that sign.

Her eyes spots a sword adjacent to her, one I have left behind even before their little petty fight began.

Only the pommel shows in the sand and her feet scurries to carry it.

She stood tall, holding the sword and ready to face him.

His scale glows like black diamond in the sunlight with those eyes that burn with fierce determination.

The air keeps getting thicker with tension as they circled each other, moving with fluid and calculations.

Watching from a shadow, my eyes were fixed intently on her. I nod subtly as she parried a powerful blow from gray.

She adjusted her stance and then struck back with renewed confidence.

What am I doing?

Gray roared in anger as she landed a critical hit and I can tell he'd want to summon his dragon but...well, I made sariah fall asleep.

I'm not helping her.

He unleashes flames from his hands and she dodges, her movement was swift and precise that she had me transfixed.

She keeps countering with a strike of her own and as the fight rages on, her sword slices through Gray's defense.

With one final blow, she struck him down, and he lay defeated at her feet. That sword was pointing to his chest.

With a sigh, I talk out my gloves to wear just to meet Gray, who after now would go to his bed, cry so hard, and then ghost me.

I stepped forward, a hint of satisfaction on my face and a nod of approval.

But to my surprise, she had shoved the sword to my throat, breathing hard and raging in fury at me.

I ceased my powers from her and she fell clumsily with the sword, a sign that she didn't do it herself, it's just me controlling her.

She can't even lift the sword.

I walked past her to gray, stretching my hand to him but he snapped it away, angry at me, not the woman who defeated him.

"You helped her, didn't you!" He roars as his chest swells up and down.

I used my boot to kick his knees and he growled, frowning the more.

"Where's the proof? And why the fuck do you keep appearing in my image?" I scold as he struggles to rise but couldn't.

His eyes gestured to me that he needed help rising but I'm not offering that hand again.

I shifted my gaze at her but suddenly, she's no longer here.

Not again! She's like a fox, always running and slipping off at every chance she gets.

I think chopping off those legs will be the best.

Gray burst into laughter and I just don't know what's funny.

"Don't tell me you're interested in her?"

More like disgusted by her.

"Don't tell me a wolf defeated you" I retorted and his laughter stopped as he was still laying on the ground.

"And it's a she," I added, causing him to burn with embarrassment.

"This is bully Alaric!"

"You're no more than my subject"