Tuesday, February 12, 2013

A Dying Breed: The Dragon Tamer - The Beginning

Last week (or was it the week before?) I announced that I was going to write a book here on my blog. So this week marks the first entry. I hope to write a bit of the story each week. I hope that someone finds it interesting to follow along.

I am guaranteeing nothing. There will probably be very boring entries  There will be poor grammar at times. I am doing this more for myself, and sharing to help keep me accountable. I hope some of you will follow along. If you really like it, I have made a button that you can throw in your sidebars. You can find it at the bottom of this post.

Here is a brief about what the story is about:

There was a time when Dragons and Humans worked together to keep the world a peace. At some point the trust between Dragons and Humans was broken and all ties where cut. Friendships forgotten, ancient rituals lost. No one remembers what happens. All that is known now is that Dragons have become unruly and un-tamable creatures tormenting the lands and the peoples.

The world is becoming increasingly darker. Old evils are creeping up from forgotten places. New evils are blooming. The world needs its peace keepers again....

Chapter 1

‘Undassa, blow out that candle, they will see you!’

I looked up from my book to the girl sitting across from me. Her eyes were wide with fear, starting intently at the candle I was holding in my right hand to read my book with.

‘It is quiet tonight, I don’t think you have to worry. And, there are no windows in this room.’

‘Blow it out! They are expected to fly over any day now!’

I was enjoying my book, and really was not interested in blowing out the candle.

‘I don’t think dragons can see through walls..’

‘Undassa.. Please.’

She says it with such urgency and the poor thing looked like she is ready to have a nervous break down.


I lick my fingers and press them over the flame and onto the wick. This prevents the small  room filling up from smoke from the candle, making it hard to breath.

I lay down in my bed and listened. All is quiet. Quieter than normal. It is as if the entire town is holding its breath. Dragons had been spotted east of here a couple of days ago, wreaking havoc on another town. By following their path of destruction they are expected to fly over our little town as well.

Since the news of the dragons, everyone has gone a bit funny trying to prepare. A town curfew has issued in hopes to keep the town dark at night, with the thought that perhaps, should the dragons fly over at night, they won't see it. All the windows were boarded up to prevent any light from escaping from the houses. 

During the day everyone is to stay inside to make the town look abandoned. In my opinion this is all useless. Dragons are smart, and if they see a town they want to ‘play’ with, they are going to do it. And I am sure they can smell us.

I can her Lila breathing heavily in the bed next to mine. I can almost smell her terror. She is probably the most timid person I know. Poor thing. I would be surprised if we make it though the night without her screaming at some insignificant sound such as the tree branch that occasionally rubs against the side of the building when the wind blows.

I roll over to my side and decide since I can not read I might as well try and get some sleep. Although we can not go outside much during the day, we are still required to attend to any chores. Tomorrow I am on washing duty. I have the wonderful job of cleaning the stinking clothing of those who are above me. It is laborsom and boring, and by the end of the day my hands will be to sore to do much of anything. I wish that I had been born of a higher station. Then I could spend my days reading and learning about the days of the past.

Thinking about all the things I would do if I had the freedom, my eyes become heavy and I feel sleep starting to take over my body. Just as my eye lids come together I feel it. Something inside me become acutely aware of a presence.

My eyes fly open and I start into the darkness looking for someone. There is someone with me, other than Lila. I can not see anything, so I listen. If someone is in the room with us I would hear them breathe. To my left I hear Lila's familiar slow and steady that tells me that she is fast asleep. I hear no one else, but I still feel them. I almost feel violated, as if the presence can see completely inside of me, my thoughts.. my soul. I feel naked. I break out in a cold sweat.

Reaching over to the bedside table, my hands shake as I fumble and grab a match. I fear what I will see, but I need to see who or what is in the room.

I strike the match and light slowly creeps from the match head and casts a dim light on the room...


That's it for this week. Come back next week to find out what happens next.

<div align="center"><a href="http://notsouglyducklings.blogspot.dk/search/label/A%20Dying%20Breed" title="A Dying Breed"><img src="http://i1250.photobucket.com/albums/hh540/sommerfugldesign/dying-breed-button_zpsb5210e2f.png" width="150" alt="A Dying Breed" style="border:none;" /></a></div>

No comments:

Post a Comment