Dragon Piece

I know it's really clear right now... thats because its a middle chunk. But agian... another dream I had that I couldn't make go away and have been trying to form into a story. Doing research on Dragons for this one. :) Here is what you need to know.

Riley- Main character. female. dragon. leader of her clan. engaged to Arron.
Arron- Human. male. engaged to Riley.
Storm- Human. female. Riley's best friend. healer.
Everett- Dragon. male. second in comand of the dragon clan. good friend of Riley.
Altair- Riley's teacher.
Dentriael- group of rebel dragons. veiwed as evil.

If you guys like it and I continue to write it then it will all become more clear. thanks for taking the time to read this far. ♥ Me
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Roaring I swung my head around and sunk my teeth into his flesh.


His lips pressed softly to mine as he said his goodnight. Ever so softly he placed a hand on my side but I cringed away. The open wound there throbbed from the touch.

“Riley?” Arron questioned, his eyes shinning with concern.

“I’m fine Arron. Really. Just tiered.” My lie was relatively believable. But Arron saw through it.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” he reached over and grabbed my wrist.

“Arron it’s nothing.” I couldn’t show him how badly I was hurt. I turned from him, effortlessly freeing my arm, but twisted my side to much. I could feel the skin and new scabs tearing and the blood start to run down my side. “AHHH!” I feel to the ground clutching my side.

Arron swooped down, taking advantage of my pain to over power me. He pulled up the side of my tunic to reveal the three long parallel gashes. “Is this… is this from the fight today?” His hand hovered over my raw side.

“Yes.” I gasped.

“You told me dragons heal quickly.” He was in shock. He had never seen me this bad.

“We do…” I took a sharp breath through the pain. “But this wound was… deep.”

Arron gently lifted me and carried me to my bed. He lay me down there and gently placed a blanket over me.

“I’ll go get Storm.” He said, leaving the room.

A few moments later Storm came to my side with a bowl of steaming water and clean rags. “You took a hard beating today.” She said as she pulled back the blanket.

“I gave more than I took.” I smiled.

“Yes.” Storm smiled back at me. “But that doesn’t diminish your wounds.”

“It isn’t often I battle males that much bigger than me with out the aid of my clan.”

“True.” Strom laid a soaked cloth on my side. It was only then that I recalled the sharp smell of the linell root. “But I have seen you take on a male twice his size. Alone.”

Storm was the only one to have seen me fight before. It was on the night of her parent’s death, the night she learned to hate, the night she learned not all dragons where evil, the night she learned my secret. “I think there were… other things on your mind.”

I cringed as the root laced water seeped into my side. “Your right. My mind wasn’t on the battle and it threw me off.” I cringed again as she placed a new cloth. “But more than that. I’m out of shape. It has been to long since I fought alone.”

“The Dentriael are growing stronger.”

“And the battles are growing more frequent. It won’t be long before we will all face single combat. I don’t know if any of the clan is ready for that.”

Storm tapped her fingers on the bed. “Do you think Everett and James could put together some kind of trial or training?”

“With my help yes.”

“You are in no condition to be battle training.” Storm was using her stern healer’s voice with me.

I smiled. “Dragon. Not human. I heal fast.” I reminded her.

“I know how fast a dragon heals and you shouldn’t even be out of bed until tomorrow evening.”

Arron poked his head in the door. “Riley? Altair is here and he wishes to speak with you.