All Chapters of Dragon's Breath (Book One): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Eleonora are you all right?" Gregory asks rubbing my back and wiping my tears.      Gregory touch startles me back to reality, “Y-Yes I am alright,” I rush out.     What am I even saying I have not been alright for a long time. But I do not know if I have the courage to tell him.     "Are you sure my dear, you spaced out for quite some time,” Gregory asks worriedly.     "Yes, I am fine, what were we talking about?" I assure him.       Gregory’s large hand cups my shoulder as he replies, "I was asking about your brother. But if you do not wish to tell me I understand."       A few more tears slip from my eyes but I am quick to wipe them away, "My brother was killed eight summers ago,” I tell him.       His eyes cast down hanging low with sorrow.      "I am sorry to hear that. losing family members is difficult,” he replies.     "I just cannot help but blame myself. If... If I had been stronger then he would still be with me," I choke out, no longer able to hold back my heartbr

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

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

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

 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 with Geoffrey's bright 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