Chapter 1
Forests of Azarth
A few miles away from the mountain gorge, a redwood forest was under dull weather conditions, making the forest much darker than it truly was. Out of sight, there was a dark bay stallion and his rider standing so tranquilly they seemed to be a part of the forest. The stallion was overwrought, ready for any gesticulation his rider may give and his rider was ever so vigilant in her movements.
The girl had auburn hair braided down the length of her back and a silver circlet went around her forehead. Her top was dark green to match the brush of the forest and her pants were baggy and dark brown to match with tree trunks. Across her shoulders were a long bow and a quiver of arrows. Her dark blue eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of unusual movement in the area.
Nearly fifteen feet ahead of her, a small dragon (compared to others she had seen in the area) stood bigger than her near five feet taller than her stallion. It had large scales held the emerald and deep brown of the woods, making him harder for prey and certain people to see. But he wouldn’t be able to dupe this girl, not in any way possible, she had the ability to observe and sense living things that ran feral through the forest she lived.
The girl fitted the arrow to the twine, mutely and vastly furtiveness, the dragon hadn’t seen any of her astute actions. Slowly, she drew the string back and let it soar to its objective: the left side of its chest. The dragon screeched in pain, a screeching that could make anything deaf but she, and her horse, had been given a spell to ward away the dragon’s magic. Dragons in the Forests of Azarth were notorious for their hexes with screeches, something that they were quite arrogant toward.
This time, the girl didn’t worry about stealth and fastened arrow after arrow onto her string to fly towards the dragon mercilessly; she stopped her salvo after seven more arrows had flown to the target. The dragon tried grasping at the arrows but found it useless and sank to the ground in silence.
The bay stallion snorted, he could scent death and decay setting in already. He was proud, not of himself, but of his rider. Though she was not of his kind, she was well known throughout the vicinity for her extraordinary marksmanship, even to predators of the forests. He snorted and began walking towards the dragon, after commanded by his lady, with pride in his eyes.
The girl alighted to squat beside the dragon; she could see his fatal fangs hanging out of his mouth. It was these fangs that had taken four small children from their homes. It was outlandish how all the dragons began responding these days, even towards slight weather conditions. Some dragons, such as those found in the warmer environments, had been found in the mountains where it is much colder than their customary territory.
Strange, and a little irritating, she thought as she looked at the scales of the dragon’s hide. The scales were longer than most of the usual dragons in this area, like those found in snakes; overlying and in invariable pattern. Could this one have been sent to carry this desolation to families?
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Submission Name: The Prophecy (Part II)
