Fan Fiction ❯ The Keeper of the Orbs ❯ Distruction ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter Three

Destruction

 

Sathin felt the earth tremble beneath his feet. He looked quickly at Sala and saw that she had felt it as well. High overhead something passed before the sun, blocking it out for the briefest moment. Sala looked up and let out a scream of terror.

 

"Dragon!" she cried.

 

"This far north?" Sathin asked in confusion. "They normally keep to the less populated southern region."

 

"Damn it to the seven hells of Ravika!" Sala swore under her breath as she took off at a break neck speed.

 

As she ran, the wolf woman kept one eye on the dragon. It's ebony scales were seemingly luminescent in the daylight. She ran through the meadow. How could this day turn so sour? Sala stopped when she saw the orange flames come from the dragon's mouth. She screamed as loudly as she could, but the roar of the dragon and the collective scream of those in the village drowned her out.

 

Sala ran towards the village, but something held her in place. She whirled on her grandfather as he came striding out of the forest. He shook his head grimly.

 

"Let me go!" the young woman shouted. "Let me go!"

 

Sathin came to stand beside her as they watched the village burn to the ground. "No one can defeat a dragon. Especially not an untrained Traevakin such as yourself." he said.

 

She looked at him sharply. "What?!" Sala shouted. "What in the seven hells are you talking about?"

 

"I'm talking about that which you are, my child." he replied.

 

Sala shook her head and looked back at the gigantic creature that was killing her family. How could he stand here and watch his daughter die? Sala ground her teeth. She knew that she couldn't strike her grandfather but she really wanted to right now.

 

"It is preordained that you lose everything you hold dear in this world before you can take up your destiny." Sathin said.

 

When the dragon was satisfied with his destruction, he flew off to the south once more. Sathin released his hold on Sala and she took off towards her home. He watched her go, shaking his head sadly. She would understand one day soon.

 

Sala ran through the flaming buildings. The smell of rotting flesh filled the air. People lay on the charred ground, screaming as the dragon flame seared their flesh and bones. Bile rose in Sala's throat as she walked through the village. Soon the carrion birds would come to feed on them. She heard a beam of one of the houses crack and moved away as it fell in a shower of sparks.

 

One landed on her shoulder and she swatted it away. Her feet, calloused from long years of going barefoot, had no problems walking on the newly charred ground. When she caught sight of her house, Sala ran towards it. Flames danced along the wooden frame and the sod roof. Her heart sank when she caught sight of her parents inside the house.

 

"Don't go in." Sathin said. "There is no hope for them."

Sala felt the holding spell surround her once more. He really didn't trust her when it came to saving her parents'. She stood there, listening to the people of the village as they died and watched her parents' burn. Hate began to well up in her. Whoever had done this would pay.