Destiny: Experimental Heart, #1

Impenetrable walls made of stone and synthetic metal surrounded me on all sides. Cold and dampness clung to the air, adding to the oppression. I stared, with tired eyes, up at the small, barred window as I leaned against the wall of the cell, contemplating my options. Oh, that's right. I had none.

I was trapped with my comrades—my friends—in this cell, waiting for our judgment. They shouldn't be here. This was my punishment, not theirs. If I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have gotten them into this mess.

I shouldn't have allowed him to join us. I shouldn't have trusted him. I shouldn't have cared about him the way I did. It was all a bunch of lies, and those lies started the day I…

Chapter One

A failure… I was nothing but a failure. Nothing I did was right. Nothing I was could ever be perfect enough. Even now, I’d failed.

The midday sun shone brilliantly over the peaks of the Larkian Mountain Range in the distance, filling Lumaraeon with warmth. Birds sang in unison with the crickets, while a stream babbled nearby. Mid-spring—a perfect time to explore the mountainous regions of Lumaraeon. I, however, was not here on a luxury hiking trip.

My violet bangs hung over my eyes as I rested against a tall birch tree. I placed pressure on the deep gash on the left side of my abdomen, though the staining of my white tank top showed how futile my attempt was. What a predicament you’ve gotten yourself into this time, Eira. Former commander of Company 14 of the Dalatrend Army, reduced to such a state by someone as insignificant as a Hunter. I’d been running for so long. Had I really let my guard down that much? Pathetic.

Fool, look at where your carelessness got you, a malevolent voice I knew all too well whispered in my mind.

The Hunter was dead by my hands now, but I would soon follow. Death was coming, and I wasn’t afraid.

I didn’t fear death; I never had. I had faced death every second since I was… born. I felt nothing about this situation. I felt nothing at all—ever. Well, that wasn’t true. I felt some emotions, mostly negative, such as anger, and right now, I experienced a lot of that. I was angry with myself, and with those who had forced me into this situation. Yet there was no point in being angry. I would never be able to obtain the revenge I craved, and the physical pain I experienced was more powerful than that anger. To take my mind off my suffering, I allowed my gaze to wander.

A small bubbling stream pushed its way through the land in front of me. Water bugs effortlessly cruised their way downstream while fish desperately tried to catch them. In the distance, a waterfall roared, feeding the river that spawned the stream before me. Squirrels chattered in the trees above, an angry squabble that made me chuckle. Here comes the delirium.

Suddenly a loud roar pierced the air. A chill ran down my spine, sending me on full alert. I had never heard that type of noise before, but for some reason, it seemed… familiar. Everything went quiet, but for only a moment, and then life around me resumed as if nothing had happened.

My focus shifted to my wound when something minuscule tickled my skin—flies attempting to get into my wound. I swatted them away, the effort proving to be futile. I eventually gave up and watched the grazing deer in the meadow across the stream for some time instead. It was peaceful, making me feel slightly odd—happiness—an emotion I wasn’t supposed to feel—a flaw in my… creation.

Although the sensation was supposed to be forbidden to me, I didn’t push it away. I liked it. I was glad it was in a place like this—a place so peaceful and untouched by Zarda’s tyrannical clutches. I would leave this pitiful excuse of a land and possibly atone for my sins. No. Atonement for my bloodied past wasn’t possible.

My head spun, the blood loss getting to me. A small amount of sadness plucked at my chest. I wanted to live for a little while longer, to continue to feel free, but I couldn’t prolong it. My life was not mine to control now.

A gust of wind picked up and blew dust everywhere, getting into my wound and causing it to sting. I wanted to go to the stream and clean it, but couldn’t find the will or reason to do so. The ground trembled underneath me; my pulse quickened. I sucked in a tight breath, my eyes darting about my surroundings. The trembling became more and more frequent, and soon I was able to pick up large footsteps. The hell is that?

With my bloodstained hand, I drew a dagger strapped to my leg and held it close to my body; I didn’t know why. I wouldn’t be able to protect myself in this state, and frankly, I didn’t want to.

Maybe instinct drove me. Maybe my training. Possibly both. Although my body told me to fight, my mind won with the logic to just give up, because there was no hope in the end for me anyway.

A purple butterfly fluttered into my view. I zeroed in on it. Naturally it wasn’t the source of the trembling, but the amaranthine butterfly was a rare species. It was so rarely seen that most believed they were extinct, and any claimed sightings were just tales to stir up excitement.

The flying insect landed on my knee. I stared at it. The small creature seemed so unaware of how easily I could crush it. Or maybe it could sense my weakened state and determined I wasn’t a threat. The ground shook again, but the butterfly didn’t move. A large black figure moved into my peripheral vision, pulling my attention away from the purple insect. It was like nothing I had ever seen before, only heard in the stories, and from—well—that didn’t matter. What did matter was the enormous creature that stood before me.

The large bat-like wings, long tail and horns, spined neck, and black scales were unmistakable. A black dragon stood before me, its presence unbelievable. The creature’s sapphire eyes pierced through me. If it weren’t for the ashen stench of its breath reaching me, I may have blamed this all on blood-loss-induced delirium.

Although its presence was daunting, I couldn’t help but smile. If the stories were true and a dragon was really as fearsome as it was said to be, then it was finally my time to pass from this plane. I was at peace with that knowledge.

The purple butterfly fluttered away suddenly, and I watched it go before I turned to address the dragon. Are you here to take my life, Dragon?

At least it would be quick, or so I thought. The dragon just stared at me, unmoving. This was frustrating and confusing to say the least. What’s wrong, Dragon? Afraid of me?

The dragon growled but still didn’t move.

I snorted and rested my head back on the trunk of the tree. No, of course you wouldn’t be. What reason would a dragon have to fear a human? Why would life be kind to me now, when it’s always spat on me in the past?

Disappointment and emptiness crept into my chest. I wanted death. The life I had lived, the things I had seen, it would make anyone want that kind of release. I grunted. Listen to me, begging for death like a wounded dog. Pathetic. I guess I really am a worthless bitch.

My body grew weaker, but I paid it no mind. Instead, I ran scenarios through my head. What would become of me once my breathing stopped? Hell came up in most. It’s where I belonged, after all.

The end was coming, and there was no stopping it. Oddly enough, I couldn’t help but smile. This is it, then. It’s… finally over…

Everything started to blur. The last thing I saw was the dragon’s head moving closer to me until it was level with my face.

The dense forest was a blur. My feet carried me as quickly as they could, while my pursuer closed in. Pain raked my body, and everything around me spun. My body crashed into the ground, and instinct kicked in as I struggled to fight off my assailant. The warmth of sticky blood splashed over my skin, and then the spinning stopped, but there was nothing left to see—only darkness.

My eyes snapped open and darted around. The sun hung low, casting long shadows over the forest. Am I dead? My head whirled, and then pain shot through my abdomen as I attempted to move. It didn’t hurt like before, but it was enough to convince me to remain still a while longer. No, I’m alive, but how?

I remembered waiting for death and then I remembered the dragon. My eyes opened more with the realization. That dragon. Had I really seen him? I could have been delusional. Dragons were extinct, after all. Or that was the claim. You know a bit more truth than the gullible masses, Eira, don’t you?

A shadow blocked my view of the sky, and I squinted to adjust my eyes to the lack of light. Leaning over me was a young man. I gasped and scrambled to a sitting position, trying to put some distance between us. He appeared my age—late twenties, maybe early thirties. He was shirtless, exposing his broad, tanned shoulders and muscular frame. His hair was black with a red stripe in the middle, cut to a medium length, and he had a black goatee.

I was starting to think you hadn’t actually made it, he said, his voice low-pitched with a slight gravelly edge.

I continued to pull back—the way he watched me sent unease through my nerves. Well, I did, thanks.

You lost a lot of blood, but you should be fine now that the wound is closed, and you’ve had time to rest.

My brow furrowed, and I lifted my bloodstained shirt to find a long scar where my wound had been. How… I pinched my nose. Trying to understand made my head hurt, on top of all the blood loss. Maybe I’m dead after all.

I took a deep breath in an attempt to clear my head, while keeping an eye on this stranger, only to find myself gazing directly into his eyes. They were a deep sapphire blue, and the way the sun reflected off them made them look like the precious azure gem. I am alive. Death couldn’t possibly allow me to gaze at something so… beautiful. Not with my dark, bloodstained past.

I continued to hold his stare, noting the careful way he watched me, reflecting my own caution. He also showed some interest in my general presence, though I wasn’t sure why. Nothing special about me. Then it hit me. You’re… that dragon.

A half-smile curled up his face. I’m impressed you figured it out so quickly. Although you don’t appear to be surprised in the least.

He was right, but I wasn’t going to let him know that. I was told stories of dragons and what they were capable of.

He didn’t respond, and his expression gave nothing away. That’s when I noticed he wasn’t only shirtless. My gaze shifted out to the river, my cheeks burning.

Something wrong? he asked.

You’re not wearing pants, I muttered through clenched teeth.

You would be correct. Do you have a problem with it?

Yes. Yes, I do.

He chuckled in response. This had to be my punishment, unless, of course, I had truly been born into hell and I could never escape.

A long silence filled the air between us until I sighed and broke it. I had too many questions, which was uncharacteristic of me. Why didn’t you leave me to die? Or kill me yourself?

The dragon didn’t respond. I rested my chin on my hand. He should have just killed me.

Why would I kill you? he asked.

Because.

That’s not a real answer. Why do you believe I should have killed you?

I sighed, a frown tugging at the corners of my lips. Because it’s what I deserve.

You don’t come across as the type who deserves such a fate.

You don’t know me. Getting a strange feeling my personal space was being invaded, I turned, only to find him a few inches from my face. I jerked back. Do you mind? You’re too close.

He didn’t move, nor did he budge when I tried to push his face away, so I resorted to scooting back a few inches.

You didn’t fear me when I found you, and you don’t appear to fear me now. The elves I’ve crossed paths with were far more cowardly, especially when facing death.

My lip curled. I’m not an elf. And I don’t fear death.

His head tilted, a smirk firm on his lips. The long ears say otherwise.

I scoffed. I’m a nu-human. Nowhere close to an elf.

Nu… human?

My brow furrowed. Is he serious? He looked at me expectantly. He is. I guess it’s possible a dragon wouldn’t know. Nu-humans are genetically enhanced humans. Telling sign is our long ears. They far exceed the length of an elf. Everyone knows this. We’re more abundant than ordinary humans, and have existed for centuries.

And what would be the purpose of genetic enhancement, as you call it?

Don’t tell him anything, the malevolent voice in my head said.

I eyed him. Perfection, of course.

Right. He drew close to me again.

What is his issue? Do you have a problem or something?

"I’ve never been so close to a nu-human before. Do you?" he asked.

My eyebrow twitched. Do I what?

Have a problem with me being this close?

Yes. I don’t like others being so close to me.

Interesting, he mused. "Never thought a human would have a personal-space problem."

I stood, wincing in pain, and faced the river. I crossed my arms over my chest, keeping myself aware of his presence in case he tried to pull something. It wasn’t smart to turn my back on this stranger, but it was for the best in this situation. Well, I do.

Is there an explanation to go along with that?

Don’t tell him, the voice whispered.

I have nothing to tell you.

Don’t be like that. I saved you, after all. I think I deserve some explanation.

Don’t tell him anything.

No one asked you to save me.

Consider it my good deed for the year.

I almost laughed. That was a response I’d expect from myself, or even old comrades of mine. Funny how I’d find a dragon that fit part of that profile. Very well, but don’t say I didn’t try to spare you. I am artificially created. Grown in a lab for the sole purpose of being another’s lap dog. My training—assassination. Because of that, I prefer my space to contain only myself.

The dragon remained quiet for a moment. So, what is a weapon like you doing all the way out here on your own?

Keep quiet.

Running.

From what?

My gaze fell on the moving water, my past flashing before my eyes. The cruelty—the punishment. I lived in torment. After everything I’d done under his orders, my creator deemed me imperfect and tried to destroy me. I chose to run instead of face my demise.

I wanted it all to be a lie. That I’d wake up and be a normal person with a normal life.

What kind of cruel person would do that to another?

My fists clenched. Cruel? Cruel doesn’t begin to describe him. He’s maniacal and twisted. He uses his power to get whatever he wants and torture those who do not submit. He makes others appear weaker—stupid—imperfect.

My rage numbed me. The awful memories of the torture and suffering I had endured ran through my mind.

We are just tools to him, and he makes sure we understand that is our sole purpose in life. We are nothing without that single purpose.

I jumped back when a hand rested on my shoulder. I focused on the dragon to find his eyes filled with concern. My brow furrowed. Why are you looking at me like that?

His expression twisted with more concern. Have you never been shown compassion?

I took a step back and averted my gaze. I’m not overly familiar with that emotion.

It’s not just an emotion. It’s an action.

That’s right… I forgot that. I looked up at the sky, the sun lower than before, casting longer shadows across the tree-filled landscape. I listened as the chirping of crickets filled the air and felt the coolness of the river lap at my bare feet. Everything was so peaceful and calm. The answer to your question is ‘not really.’ Very few have shown me compassion.

Was one such person the one who gave you this? I turned to see him holding up a hairclip made of emerald. The wind picked up and my hair whipped around my face. I had been so distracted, I hadn’t realized it was missing. I’m not sure about humans, but for a dragon to give another something made of pure emerald, you have to mean a lot to them.

I snorted and took the hairclip from him. Have you not been listening to me? A misfit like me, special? That’s a laugh. I’m nothing more than a broken toy, thrown away.

I did listen, but what you said doesn’t add up to that. I’ve seen that craftsman’s work before. An elf from Ravenward up north. He charges a hefty price. So, unless you stole it, then you had to mean a lot to someone.

I twirled up my hair and clipped in the hair clip underneath it, letting the loose portion of my hair flow over the top hair clip. I then looked away. How I got this isn’t your business.

Silence fell between us, allowing me to think about where to go from here. I had been heading west some time, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue that way. North seemed like a better choice; being much colder, it gave less possibility of being followed.

The dragon broke the silence. What did you do to be deemed imperfect?

I continued to stare out at the scenery. I failed my design. I showed emotion.

What?

Instead of replying, I listened to the forest. I’d heard some rustling that didn’t match the typical wildlife here. I turned around to find the dragon-man had moved closer to me again, though I ignored it this time.

Watch yourself.

I continued to listen, hearing the sound of something metallic whistling through the foliage. My eyes widened, and I pushed the dragon to the side. Look out!

He fell to the ground, and a small throwing knife sunk deep into my shoulder. I bit my lip, holding back a cry of pain, and then yanked the weapon out. Spinning it in my fingers, I stared into the underbrush of the forest. Come out and fight me like a man.

Three more blades flung out of the brush, but I knocked them away. Those weren’t thrown with conviction. Wow, both a coward and a weak shot. This isn’t exciting at all.

The brush rustled and then a tall man bolted from his cover. One glance at his bizarre features made me aware of what he was. I readied myself for a fight, but before he came into range, a mass of fur barreled into him. A wolf? The man screamed when the wolf bit down on his arm and shook his head. I took a moment to glance the dragon’s way to find him gone. Where did he go?

The attacker raked his talon-like nails across the wolf’s shoulder. It yelped and released him. The man jumped to his feet and did his best to keep his eyes on both the wolf and me. The canine forced the man’s attention when he showed himself to be a threat, and I used the opportunity to sneak closer. Gun tucked away behind him. By the time the man knew of my presence, I was already on him.

I thrust the throwing knife into his back and then reached around and slit his throat, then released him, pulling the gun he held. He choked and writhed on the ground.

He gasped for air. Zarda will get you… you disloyal bitch.

I checked the gun, finding one bullet loaded in the chamber. Convenient. Says the puppet bleeding out at my feet. I spat on him. Your master is nothing. And soon, neither will you be.

I aimed the gun at his head and fired, blood and viscera splattering over the ground. If anyone came across him, they wouldn’t be able to identify him from his face. The wolf looked at the dead man, and then, before my eyes, slowly morphed into the human form the dragon had taken. It wasn’t a pretty process by any means, but I’d seen far worse in my life.

A dragon that can take the shape of a human and a wolf? The historical texts were true. They claimed dragons were the last with the shapeshifting ability prior to supposedly going extinct. Druids could take a single form, and science tried to replicate the ability, but had only come as far as druids, with some slight variation.

Let me see that scratch he gave you, I ordered.

The dragon turned his injured shoulder away. I’m fine. What was he?

A Hunter. I knelt and rummaged through the man’s pockets. He didn’t wear a uniform, but many in the field didn’t so they could blend in better. Not that their features don’t make them stand out anyways. They’re created specifically for tracking people.

I found a small object in his jacket. Pulling it out, I examined a small shield-shaped pin with a city engraved on it. A crown hovered over it and a sword plunged through them both. This one is from my city.

I flung the pin on the ground and continued to rummage, finally finding a few medical supplies. I tossed a tube of salve to him. Here. It’ll keep it from getting infected. Their claws dig deep.

He threw it back, I’m fine.

Very well. I started walking upstream. Thanks for the help. I’ve now proven I’m hazardous to your health, so I’ll be leaving. My voice lowered. I don’t even know why you’ve stuck around this long…

Well if I’m going to help you, I guess I have to get used to that.

I halted. Face scrunched, I cast him a puzzled glance over my shoulder. What?

Running from this maker of yours hasn’t helped you, so why not take care of him? I can tell you want revenge for what he’s done.

Don’t do it, the voice whispered.

I turned fully and regarded him for a moment. Why would you want to provide help I never asked for?

His gaze lowered, as did his voice, though my good hearing picked him up well. Misfits are more common than you realize. He then looked at me again. We dragons are good at exacting revenge. We like it, even if it’s not our own.

Don’t listen to him.

He was hiding something, and I wanted to know what it was. Getting to Zarda isn’t something as easy as heading home and killing him. He’s well-fortified and has an army on his side. There’s a resistance movement against him, but after all the time I’ve been gone, I can’t say the type of progress they’ve made, or if they’re even around still.

But, gods, do I hope they are.

Then we’ll join forces with them. With us added to their numbers, it should help, right?

Refuse his offer. He can’t be trusted.

My eyes narrowed. Something wasn’t right. There is no trust between us, neither can deny that. So why should I believe you wish to help me? What do you really get out of this? Revenge can’t be a sole motivating factor. I can’t even offer you payment as a mercenary.

He smirked. I have my reasons, and you appear smart enough to figure them out sooner or later.

Leave now! Get away from him!

You really think that’s going to get me to trust you?

Of course not, but trust isn’t the aim here. Do you or do you not want to get rid of this creator of yours?

I thought about this. He was right. Running all these years didn’t slow the pursuit, and I couldn’t run for the rest of my life. It treated the symptoms, not the disease. And there’s something else about the offer… I couldn’t shake the strange sensation I got as he tried to convince me. It felt like some sort of pull toward saying yes.

Fool, the voice hissed.

I extended my hand. My name is Eira.

The dragon grasped my hand. Raikidan.

Chapter Two

The crisp air clung to my lungs as Raikidan and I traveled farther upriver, the orange sun setting behind the purple mountain range in the distance.

Raikidan continued to be chatty along the way. So, you said you were an assassin. Is there anything else you did while in service of your creator—Zarda, was it?

I’m a former commander. The look he gave indicated I’d have to explain. It’s a rank in our military. For our city, it’s just below general, which is the highest rank you can attain.

His brows rose. You specified your city. It’s different in other ones?

I gave a curt nod. Human cities are governed differently, if they don’t have an on overarching ruler between them. This means they can choose how they wish to rank their military and civilians. My eyes swept across our surroundings. Are you sure there’s a safe place to rest up this way?

Raikidan responded with a loud snort. This is my territory. Of course I’m sure.

Since it was late in the day, the two of us agreed it’d be best to rest up before heading for Dalatrend. Raikidan claimed to know a place that would keep us out of the eyes of any Hunters. Of course, this forced me to place trust in him that I wasn’t ready to give.

Don’t trust him.

The roar of the upstream waterfall grew louder and the path we took became rockier until it came into view. It wasn’t as large as I expected, but it was the source of the river and had a deep pool beneath it. Behind the falling water, I spied a cave. Please don’t tell me this is our destination.

Raikidan pointed to the cave. That’s where we can stay for the night.

Of course. I looked at him with a raised brow. A cave behind a waterfall? How cliché can you get?

The dragon’s eyes narrowed. It’s an easy location to defend if we are found. If you’d rather sleep in the open, be my guest.

A small grin spread across my lips, despite myself. The bite in his tongue was refreshing. As long as it’s a secure spot, I’ll give it a try, I suppose.

Raikidan snorted and waved me to follow him. He led me up a narrow path leading to the cave and allowed me to look around the large chamber. From the looks of it, it started out as a naturally occurring space, but the gouges in the rocks and occasional scorch marks told me it had been excavated by something large. Probably safe to assume he did it. I guessed this to be, at the very least, one place he’d call a lair. Whether it was his main one, where he stored hoarded treasure, had yet to be determined.

Raikidan sat down with his back against the wall. So, what’s your plan?

I leaned against the opposite wall, noting its dampness. The obvious is to head to Dalatrend. I would like to stop at a small village on the way, for personal reasons, but unfortunately, I don’t know where we are. You wouldn’t have a map, by chance?

His expression twisted. What need would I have for a map?

I’m not saying you do. But everyone knows dragons hoard, so I thought maybe you’d collected one or two. I shifted my gaze away from him. I was only asking if you had one. It’s not a big deal if you don’t.

He looked away, speaking to himself. The sounds came out as grunts and growls. Must be Draconic. From what I knew, dragons had their own language called Draconic, and they used a unique power most called draconic magic. It was said to be the source of how they shifted and received their rarely matched strength.

I searched for a dry place to sit, but found none. I steepled my hands in front of my lips. Exhaling, a burning sensation rose up from my chest and out of my mouth. Harnessing the power in my hands, I discreetly pulled the flame from my lips and held it within my fingers, adding power to it to create the illusion I’d conjured the fire from my hand.

I had the innate ability to produce fire internally in my body and use it at will. Many beings in Lumaraeon had this ability, and some had the skills to harness other elements. They were called elementalists. A few races could go beyond that and shift into an animal, such as a druid, while shamans could speak with the spirits of the dead. Though how I produced fire wasn’t natural for a human. Not even a nu-human like myself. It had caused me my fair share of problems, so I’d come to hiding its production to ease my headaches.

I went about drying off the rocky surface and noticed Raikidan watching me with great interest. What?

You can create fire?

The side of my lips twisted upward as I continued my task. One of the many things that set me apart from a normal nu-human.

Raikidan’s eyes glowed with interest. There’s a town, east of here, with people capable of doing that. I’ve never gone there since it’s out of my territory, but if you’re familiar with it, it may give you an idea of where you need to bring us.

My brow furrowed into deep creases as I mulled over this new information. If it’s the same place I’m thinking, yes, I have. It’d be the West Shaman Tribe, and the town I want to stop in.

Raikidan cocked his head to one side. Why do you want to stop there?

I stayed there for some time and had to leave in a hurry. I left a few things there I’d like to retrieve, as they’ll be useful in our goal.

If they let you stay there, does that mean you’re a shaman as well?

I avoided his gaze. I didn’t like the way the conversation kept shifting back to me. You could say that.

His stomach growled, and I took the escape route that presented. You should go find something to eat. If your shifting is anything like a druid’s, then I’m sure you’ve used a great deal of energy staying in your human form.

What about you?

I sat down in my now-dry spot. I’m not hungry.

He leveled his eyes at me for a moment, then removed the clothes he’d borrowed from the dead Hunter at my request. I was sure to keep my eyes averted. His shape changed, and I now shared my space with a large dragon. Thankfully, the cave accommodated the two of us well. I stole a glance, but he launched himself out of the cavern and took to the skies before I could catch more than the sight of some red scales mixed in with the black on his spine.

I placed a hand on my stomach. It’d been some time since it had needed to tell me to feed. Throughout my tormented years, it had learned to adapt to a lack of food. A cave cricket jumped past me and I licked my lips. I knew it would provide some energy, but I didn’t need that dragon to know how weak I was at the moment. I’d have to resort to foraging, rather than hunting wild game.

A cold breeze blew through the cascading water into the cave and I shivered. I should collect firewood, too. I stood and left the rock chamber.

My search turned up a good source of firewood, but food proved more difficult. The nuts on the hardwood trees weren’t developed enough at this time of year, and all of the mushrooms and berries I found were poisonous. I should have eaten that cricket. I had a feeling insect hunting would be my next resort.

While most reeled at the thought of eating an insect, I understood their importance to a diet when food was hard to come by. I even knew when to suck up my pride and dig for worms. As disgusting as they were, food was food.

My foraging halted when I realized how quiet the forest had grown. I dropped my wood haul when a twig snapped. I drew a dagger, taking in a deep whiff to gauge what may be hiding in the shadows. The petrichor masked the unknown being, but when I heard another twig snap in the opposite direction from the first, I had a decent idea of who and what was hiding beyond the brush. My suspicions were proven correct when two figures charged out from opposite sides of the forest, talon-like hands extended for a kill.

I managed to push back their first attack, but one of them was quicker on the recovery than I expected he’d be, and managed to rake me in the side. I cried out in pain, anger flaring in me. Spurred on by that anger, I retaliated and stabbed him twice with my weapon while backfisting his comrade. The pair backed off and exchanged glances, then tried to flank me. I dropped into a defensive stance and watched them with trained eyes. Rushing with two opponents would result in my death. But the blood wafting in the air… it teased me.

Kill them.

Yet before the fight could continue, an ear-piercing roar echoed through the trees, followed by the beating of wings. Everyone looked up to see a black dragon descending from the skies. I noticed the red scales trailing along his head and spine. Is it Raikidan, or another dragon? I didn’t know enough about their species to understand identification between individuals.

The Hunters attempted to attack me in this distracted state, but the dragon swung his tail. I barely managed to jump out of the way of the attack while the two Hunters went flying into the forest. If it is Raikidan, he’s showing his true colors.

I told you not to trust him!

The dragon landed above me and snapped his wicked teeth at one of the Hunters, who ran back into this uneven fight. The man wasn’t prepared for the attack and screamed in agony as the dragon crunched him in his toothy maw, blood splattering in all directions. The huge creature spat out the Hunter, his body landing on the ground with a thud. He lay there unmoving. I had to admit, I was impressed. That’s one way to deal with these pests.

The dragon swiveled his head back and forth, scanning the forest for the other Hunter. This has to be my dragon. I couldn’t rationalize his lack of interest in killing me any other way—unless you counted that failed tail attack an attempt. It could have been a poorly misjudged swipe for all I knew, and my lack of trust was skewing my opinion.

Don’t trust him.

Sudden movement in the forest caught my eye, and before I knew it my dagger flew out of my hand. I silently cursed myself when the blade disappeared into the underbrush with no target met.

Idiot.

The dragon above me moved forward, the trees around us moaning, cracking, and eventually falling under the strength of the large creature. His actions flushed out the remaining Hunter.

From the indecisive look on the Hunter’s face, I could tell he was torn between his orders to kill me and saving his own life. Unfortunately for him, disobeying orders wasn’t easy for the average creation of Zarda. As a result, the Hunter tried to get around my dragon comrade. That proved to be a mistake.

The Hunter, as their design intended, was quick, but the dragon happened to be quicker. Even with his large size, he raked his enormous talons into the man’s soft flesh. The Hunter cried out as the dragon gored him, spilling his innards across the ground. An ordinary person might have blanched at the sight, but my past left me unaffected by the grisly visage.

With both Hunters now dead, I was left to retrieve my thrown dagger and discarded timber, mindful of the wound I now had.

Are you all right?

I turned to find Raikidan back in his human form and swiftly turned my gaze away from his naked form. I’m fine.

I smell blood on you; are you sure?

My upper lip curled into a snarl. I said I’m fine.

The human-dragon let out a long sigh. Very well. Can I know why you’re out here?

I lifted the small stack of timber in my arms. I don’t know about you, but I’m going to need a fire to keep me warm in that damp cave.

Raikidan’s eyes widened as if the thought had never occurred to him. It was probably one of the perks of being a dragon. I guessed it took a lot before they suffered from the cold.

As I finished collecting up the wood, I noticed a patch of mushrooms growing by the base of a tree. Upon closer inspection, I found them to be edible. I wasted no time harvesting them, even popping a few in my mouth while securing my fire fuel in my arms. My foraging did not go unnoticed.

Wait, are you hungry? Raikidan asked from behind me. If you were hungry, you only had to say something when I went hunting earlier. I could have brought you back something.

I’m perfectly capable of fending for myself.

He ground his teeth together. Does your species know nothing of working together? Or is there something just wrong with you? I’m offering my assistance because we need to work together.

Timber and food in hand, I ignored his question and headed back to the cave. There’s a lot wrong with me, Dragon. You don’t want to waste your time knowing what kind of mess I am. Thanks for the help with those Hunters. Next time just watch where you swing that tail.

Raikidan caught up with me. I realized how stupid that was to do. It wasn’t my intent to attack you as well. I’m sorry.

Don’t accept his words.

Apology accepted.

What is wrong with you?

The two of us remained silent for the rest of our walk back to the cave. When we reached our destination, I went about crafting a fire and roasting a few of the mushrooms to add a different taste to my palate. Meanwhile, Raikidan had slipped out of the cave again. He returned just as I’d settled down in front of the fire.

I nearly jumped when he threw something at me, but I managed to catch it thanks to my quick reflexes. In my hands I now held a dead rabbit. I set a suspicious eye on the human-dragon, who had thankfully put on pants this time. Why do you insist I eat more than what I’ve collected?

Because you’re too stubborn for your own good. That will sustain you more than those mushrooms.

Don’t eat it.

I looked at the meat he’d provided and then back to him.

Raikidan shook his head, then shrugged. Listen, if I really wanted to kill you, I’d have already done so, instead of poisoning you like some coward.

I half grunted and half laughed. Poison isn’t for cowards, and you did attack me earlier.

That was an accident. Had I meant to, you would no longer be alive.

He has a point.

No, it’s a trick.

I decided I’d have to risk it. Even if it was poisoned, I’d get the death I’d hoped for earlier. I went about skinning the rabbit, eating everything edible it could offer. Raw or cooked—it didn’t matter to me.

Raikidan didn’t take his eyes off me the entire time.

Even after I finished my meal, his gaze hadn’t left me. It was really starting to bother me. As I cleaned up, I decided to find out what his problem was. Why are you staring at me?

His response was rather simplistic. You’re wounded. You said you were fine, but I can see how you favor one side.

Just because I’m wounded doesn’t mean I’m not fine. I’ve dealt with worse; it’ll heal in time.

I can heal you.

I let out a derisive snort. Sure you can.

He continued to speak as he drew closer. I healed the other life-threatening wound you had. So, let me help.

I shoved him away and started to stand. Don’t touch me.

Raikidan fell over and his eyes narrowed. What’s your deal? I’m only trying to help.

And I said I didn’t want it! He didn’t flinch at my loud tone, but his eyes darkened. My eyes narrowed. There’s that anger. I was wondering when it’d come back.

His expression almost immediately softened. What are you talking about?

This fake concern; did you really think I wouldn’t see it? Heh… I saw you trying to hide the hate you have when you look at me. While you do well at concealing it, I’m all too accustomed to that look for you to succeed. You associate me with someone who has caused you pain, at least enough to justify anger toward me.

The human-dragon moved with a speed I never saw coming. Before I knew it, my back slammed into the cave wall and Raikidan’s arm was pressed into my neck, cutting off the air to my lungs. The bundle in my hand clattered to the ground. Don’t you dare start making assumptions as if you know me.

Fight!

I struggled to breathe, but I didn’t fight him. But it’s… true. Otherwise… you wouldn’t be… choking me… You want… me dead…

His eyes narrowed, his gaze so intense it nearly burned. You have it wrong.

He’s lying.

When I remained impassive, his brow furrowed. Why are you so calm?

You think… you’re the first man… to ever try… to beat me… My lips spread into a sick, twisted grin. You’re years late… to that party…

His eyes widened at my confession. He paused a moment, then jumped back. Air flooded into my lungs and I fell to my knees. My side pulsed with pain, but I refused to show weakness in front of this dragon.

I glanced up at him as I rubbed my throat. What’s wrong? You had the perfect opportunity… to end me and… get some sort of twisted revenge. I may be strong… but I’m no match for a dragon.

He stared at me as if frozen, mixed emotions playing across his face.

What is with him? It’s not like what I said was all that shocking.

Raikidan finally composed himself and knelt. Stop being stubborn and let me look at your wound. I can smell the fresh blood. All this moving around has caused it to open back up. He peered at me with soft eyes when I refused to budge. Please.

The way he’s looking at me… My face felt a bit warm for some reason. I couldn’t explain it. I sighed and showed him the damage the Hunter had caused. Consider yourself lucky. I wouldn’t show this to just anyone.

He chuckled. The action drew my eye to his strong facial features, and for the first time since I met him, I noticed how handsome he was. Funny what a smile can do.

Someone as stubborn as you, I wouldn’t doubt it. Now let me see.

I kept a close eye on him as he leaned in to inspect the wound. It didn’t escape me when he noticed the deep horizontal scars on my sides, but he didn’t say anything. For the best. No way would I allow him to know about the origins of those.

Raikidan peered up at me with regretful eyes. I’m sorry for attacking you. That was wrong. I don’t hate you. I don’t even know you to be able to do that.

It’s easy to hate someone if they remind you of someone else.

You’re wrong about me. He held my shirt out of the way. Now hold still. This shouldn’t hurt, but it might.

Well at least he gave me warning.

Raikidan took a deep breath and then exhaled a thin flame at my skin. He can breathe fire in this form? I tensed, expecting pain, but instead, a soothing sensation fell over my wound and my body. What is this? Before my very eyes, the wound closed and then disappeared.

See, not so bad getting my help, Raikidan said as he pulled away.

I touched the spot he healed. Nothing was left to indicate I’d been harmed during that attack, though my prior scars remained. Is this how you saved me last time?

He nodded. Yes, though for some reason that time left a scar. Sorry.

I shrugged. It’s not like I don’t have others.

His eyes darkened but he didn’t say anything. I continued to watch him. I didn’t understand this dragon. I was so sure I’d figured him out. But if he really did want me dead, he had the perfect opportunity. And yet, here he is showing me… kindness.

It’s a trap.

I didn’t believe he could be trusted. I’d now have to be extra careful with him.

I started picking up my dropped mess. I’m going to clean this up and then get some rest. We have a long day tomorrow.

Right.

I rose to my feet and started to leave, but stopped and looked back. Thank you.

I then left the cave to deal with the rabbit remains.

Sunlight hit my eyes, stirring me. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around, exhaustion heavy on my mind. Soft rays of light filtered through the cascading water outside the cave, and Raikidan’s soft dragon snores echoed against the cave walls. He’d kept his distance—as much as the cave allowed, at least. That should have helped me sleep, but I’d been on the run so long that my lack of trust in him kept my body on high alert throughout the night.

I had woken up every time the smallest sound echoed through this cave, even if it was just him moving in his sleep. Sometimes, when I’d wake, I’d catch him watching me or staring out at the water falling in front of the mouth of the rocky chamber.

I gazed down at the dagger in my hands. I always slept with it there, just in case. It wouldn’t deter a dragon, but it helped me sleep at least. Sheathing it, I quietly made my way out of the cave.

The sun hung low in the morning skies, maybe a few hours after sunrise. It was later than I’d expected to wake, but with my years of military service behind me, and running for as long as I had, that internal clock had changed. And I’d learned that the safer I felt, the longer and more soundly I’d sleep. It’s been a long time since I slept through the night. And just as long waking up so late after sunrise. I wouldn’t let Raikidan know, but for some illogical reason, his presence had helped me sleep. Even though I knew I couldn’t trust him, I had this strange sense of ease resting near him.

I examined my surroundings to find the forest quiet of anything unusual. A light breeze rustled the trees, and birds trilled their morning song. Following the path, I made my way to the pool beneath the falls. The agitated basin churned beneath the cascading water. I could handle the flow, but… that’s too deep for my liking. I moved downriver a few yards and found a small spot that would work for a quick wash-up.

Wading into the hip-deep water, I suppressed a shiver as the icy water seeped into my clothes. Spring river water wasn’t the most comfortable to bathe in, but I’d dealt with worse. Part of my training in the military had me completing tasks while water elementalists assaulted me with both frigid and scalding water.

Removing my hair clip, I sloshed and scrubbed my neglected body and hair, cleaning myself as best I could without modern beauty products. The next time I decide to run away, I should think about taking a route with better access to water. I gazed down at the moving water, but it was too agitated to give a clear enough image. I would have to wait to see the condition I’d fallen into. Couldn’t be too bad, or the dragon would have made some sort of comment. At most, I suspected I merely appeared malnourished and unkempt.

As I cleaned myself, I sensed I wasn’t alone. I did my best to act casual as I scanned the area. My eyes fell on the waterfall as movement caught my attention. Raikidan. He didn’t come out from where he hid, but I could tell he watched me. Creeper. You know, it’s rude to stare.

I didn’t get an answer right away, but I never stopped watching the rushing water. Raikidan finally moved out from behind the falls and maneuvered his way down to the ground. My eyes, no longer restricted by the low light of dusk and night, got a perfect view of his impressive natural form. I couldn’t lie to myself: he was a magnificent-looking creature.

His scales were polished and black, save for a small section of red scales. His head was triangular, with several small ivory spikes on the jawbones on each side of his head. Black, heavy plated scales covered his neck and chest, as well as his hips and thighs. Heavy plated scales also lined the tops of his eyes and merged with his long, heavily plated horns. Under the plating, I could tell his horns were ivory, contrasting with his dark scales. Ivory spikes lined the undersides of his eyes, and large ivory spines grew down his neck and body until they reached the heavy plating on his tail.

The red scales created a stripe that began at the tip of the center point of his eyes and flowed down his body, ending at his tail. At the end of his tail, a spade-shaped club flexed, revealing malleable spikes on either side of the base.

When he reached the shore next to me, he laid down, watching me. I held his gaze for a while, unable to find the ability to go back to washing up. Some strong, unseen force pulled me away from that task to this one.

Raikidan lowered his head next to me. His smoky breath was warm, but non-threatening. Involuntarily, my hand stretched out and rested gently on the tip of his snout. A part of me screamed to stop, but the other was much too curious to care.

I didn’t understand what was going on with me. It had been so long—a distant memory at best—since I had been so curious about something.

The small, almond-shaped scales were smooth and almost leathery, and as I slid my hand across them, I felt the separation between each of them.

Finally snapping out of my daze, I stepped back. Get a hold of yourself, Eira! I really was losing it. I went back to bathing, my mind going to my plans for the next few days. I’d need Raikidan to show me the way to the village he mentioned. I was sure I knew this place. It made sense, based on my erratic path to lose these Hunters over the years. Even if it wasn’t the right place, I could obtain a map and plot out our path.

Once we reached Dalatrend, we’d have to sneak in and then make my presence known to the resistance. If luck was on our side, which wasn’t the case for me most of these days, there would be a path to sneak in under the city.

Strong hands pressed the back of my neck and shoulders. Let me help you with that.

Surprised, I whirled around and knocked Raikidan in the face. He stumbled back, the water barely covering his now-human lower half. He stood a few inches taller than me, so I was lucky the water covered him at all. Don’t touch me!

He rubbed his cheek. You didn’t need to hit me.

Then learn some personal space! I lashed out. And don’t touch people without their permission.

I only wanted to help. He continued to rub his face. Is… he pouting? As I watched him, his lip was in fact sticking out a bit. It was cute. Wait, why am I thinking this way? Keep yourself together, Eira.

I don’t know a lot about humans. I’ve only learned from those who have wandered through my territory, and I kept tabs on them without interacting. Not too long ago, an elven pair, male and female, chose this river to wash up. The male helped his female companion. I know humans and elves are different, but they have a lot of similarities. Raikidan cupped his chin with his hand. Oh wait. While they were doing that, it did entail a pursuit that—

My hands flew up into the air, my cheeks warming at the unwanted image he’d planted in my head. Stop! I don’t want to hear what they did.

Raikidan tilted his head. You look to be of an equivalent to human mating age. I would have thought that topic wouldn’t have bothered you. How old are you?

Don’t tell him anything.

My eyes narrowed, and my teeth remained clenched as I fought the uncomfortable feeling plaguing my body. Instinct screamed at me to not trust the motive for his question. I’m twenty-seven.

I spun around, indicating I wasn’t going to continue the topic. Raikidan let me be, but for once I wasn’t satisfied by that. You know, it’s rude to ask someone’s age without giving your own.

You didn’t ask for it.

I crossed my arms. Well, I am now.

Only about two centuries hatched. I had been in my shell for almost another two.

So, based on how you act, and the age you present yourself in human form, if I’m correct in believing that you can’t change that look, you’d be the equivalent to my age.

I guess so. But what do you mean by ‘act’?

I chuckled. An older, wiser dragon would know when to leave someone be.

Are you saying I’m not wise?

I glanced back at him to find him annoyed. The side of my mouth twisted into a smirk. Precisely.

His upper lip curled, and he crossed his arms, looking away from me. Whatever.

I chuckled again. Thanks for proving my point.

Determining I was as clean as possible without removing my clothes, I made my way out of the water.

Wait, how are you done? Raikidan asked. You’re still in your clothes. Why would you even get them wet?

Because there’s no way I’d undress in the open, especially with someone around.

I don’t understand you. What it is with you and clothes?

I didn’t answer him. He followed me out of the moving water. Is this strange reaction the reason why you’re so adamant I wear them?

When he’d offered to help, I made it clear he’d have to wear the borrowed Hunter’s clothes until we found him something more suitable. I didn’t care if he was a disguised dragon—he looked human enough to make it far too uncomfortable to allow him to strut around in the nude.

His hot breath met the back of my neck suddenly, taking me by surprise. Does this form I take make you uncomfortable? Look too human for someone your age, causing confusion?

I elbowed him. He grunted and then backed off. No.

He chuckled. If you’re concerned something may happen between us, don’t be. I’m able to discern between our two species, even in this form.

You have an active imagination. Clothes are customary for humans. To walk around without them is considered indecent, and sometimes illegal, depending on where you are. I care not for how you appear, and I’m well aware you’re not human. I also care not for the engagement of sex or companionship. Both are a waste of time. Now would you please go put your clothes on, so we can leave? We’re burning daylight.

Sure. He walked off.

His easy compliance confused me, but I brushed it off. While he retrieved his clothes, I produced some fire and encircled my body, drying my skin and clothes. By the time Raikidan returned, I had finished throwing my hair up into a modified ponytail.

I’ve never seen someone wear their hair like that, Raikidan said.

Is that a problem?

His brow furrowed. No, just an observation.

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