The Last Dragon

Chapter 1

There is no trouble telling winter is here, I can barely breathe, the gusts of thick, cold air has left a fiery sensation throughout my body, the ice pellets that have been raining down on us for days has finally stopped, the sheet of white frost was blinding with the glare of the sun reflecting off of it just as it was about to set. for miles all I can see are trees glazed with frost, although it is beautiful my face has become numbing, if not for the sheepskin cloaks Morgana made for us and the leather boots we stole from the dead bandits we would probably be frozen over by now.

"Morgana. lets set up camp here for tonight, we have a long journey ahead of us if we are going to bring you back home. We are going to need to feel our toes"

"Yes master, I will get to it right away" 

"How many times have I told you, do not call me master, I did not break you free from those bandits to serve me, out here we are equals and you are my companion. Now go fetch some firewood"

"Yes sir"

"Please, call me Zane"

She nodded as she went to search for firewood.

Maybe the best way for her to really accept me is to actually treat her like we are equal and stop bossing her around. After all a woman as beautiful as her i'll want to leave a good impression.

"Come back, I will go fetch the firewood why don't you relax and try to get warm"

Morgana smiled "Yes sir, I mean Zane"

I knelt down as I reached into my satchel to grab a blanket for her to warm up, I gazed into her eyes, not noticing before how beautiful they were before, the color resembled the prettiest shade of blue as if a lake has just barely frozen over, her long brown hair had just the perfect amount of curls, when hit by the right amount of sunlight you could see the tones of red in her hair. something about her makes me feel different when I'm with her I have this feeling of power and greatness coursing through my veins, almost like a feeling of compulsion. Although it has only been two days and we hardly talk, I need to get to know her, I stood back up.

"Here take this blanket and get yourself warm while I search for firewood"

"Thanks," She said as she smiled and wrapped herself in the thick wool blanket.

"I will be back with some wood in no time"

As I'm walking over the icy ridge returning with the firewood I hear what sounds like a cry for help in the distance, I stop for a moment and as I'm at the top of the ridge, I try my best to look around but all I see for miles are thick layers of trees covered in frost. I wait a minute and hear nothing, I come to the conclusion that my mind is playing tricks on me again, it's just the wind.

I then make a quick movement to turn around losing my footing, falling backward's down the icy ridge as I tumble and roll, the wood I was carrying falls with me when I finally land at the bottom I feel a sharp pain coming from my right leg. I raise my head with the last bit of energy I have left and all I can see is blood, one of the pieces of wood has gone clean through my right leg. My neck starts to shake as I'm losing strength, I let my head go and it smacks off the ice, unable to move I become dazed, all I can hear is ringing my vision starts to go black as I go unconscious.

Suddenly a loud voice awakens me from my sleep.

"Zane get up"

I open my eyes frightened by the loud raspy voices demands.

Only this time I didn't see the beautiful glazed ice on the top of the trees or the glare of the sun on the ground, it was dark and the sky was tinted blood red, all around me was darkness the few things I can see are impossible. Stone pillars that stand twenty feet tall, five of them forming the shape of a pentagon, each with the engraving of ancient sigils. This was dark magic the kind that hasn't been seen in hundreds of years it is sacrificial magic. I continue to look around. as I climb the top of the rocky hill, all I see is chaos the white marble walls of paragon are crumbled to pieces, the remaining walls that are left standing are colored dark from all the ashes. the citadel has fallen and the city is burning above the city a dragon circles maintaining the same strafing pattern scorching the remaining parts of whats left to paragon. You can see the dragons bright yellow eyes from miles away, the silver spikes from head to tail and the ferocious red colored body.