Wilde Fyre

Legend speaks of a Maiden born from the fyre of a thousand dragons. Childe is an unloved, she has no family and noone but her friends to love her. Childe and her friends are on a quest to find the missing fyre dragon and return peace to their realm. will Childe make it home alive and who is this Wilde Fyre the dragons speak of


6. A Fight for a Friend

Chapter Five

 A Fight for Friendship

Allias was awake and walking through the forest. He wasn’t completely sure why he heard his sister, Isabelle  scream but it must have had something to do with Childe because minutes later she climbed through the window, eyes filled with fear, soot clinging to the blue silk of her dress which she quickly brushed off, letting herself glance in the direction of Isabelle’s room. All she said when he had asked her was, “We should get out soon, I was thinking about a walk in the forest,” then she mumbled something, but all he caught was: “I… Fyre Maiden.” And then she climbed out of the window, Allias following her shaking footsteps. That was all he knew about anything last night.

The forest was dark and filled with a low mist covering the splayed roots making it easy for the three friends, who were walking through it, not to trip over. But they knew the forest better than anyone, in fact anything.

Childe was filling with questions, questions she couldn’t answer. She felt she might explode, not from the amount of unanswered questions, but from the uncertainty that seemed to be filling her. She felt unsure about everything and everything. She thought she would have to tell her friends what had happened, but she didn’t have time.

A hooded figure came through the trees.

‘“So you are Wilde Fyre,” the hooded figure said in an elegant voice, giving off a mysterious air, “she belongs to us!” this time there was no elegance or mystery and her voice was ice cold.

 She stepped into the silver moonlight seeping through the branches of the tall trees.

“You’re a Dragon Rider!” Allias almost shouted at her

“Correct,” she said proudly, “and you must be some kind of royal, mustn’t you?” anger now bubbling in her

“Yes, I suppose I am.” Allias was now full of a dull gloominess

“Then let us fight, fight for the girl with the hair of fyre!” She unsheathed her elegant sword and held it in front of her, somewhat threateningly.

“I will not fight for the ownership of a friend,” he said bravely, “but to protect her, I will!”

He withdrew his plain sword from its place on his hip. And the fight began.

The sword belonging to the cloak struck Allias’ shoulder and a crimson line appeared, covering her sword in the same blood-red colour. Maia, who had been quiet the whole time, gasped. But that wouldn’t stop Allias, he wouldn’t lose a friend, and that was what he repeated and repeated in his head until…

The girl stumbled backwards tripping over a root hidden in the low mist and her hood flew off and she quietly let out a curse. This gave Allias all the time he needed to put the tip of his sword a little too hardly against the white blouse of the girl, spilling a few drops of her blood on it. Then he looked up at the pale face of the bewildered girl and took his sword off her almost immediately.

“You’re the Dragon Princess aren’t you?” he said

“Yeah.” Her shoulders slumped, now standing up, Iva guessed she couldn’t keep her identity hidden anymore, “I’d prefer best swordfighter on Dragen Island or anywhere, but you took that from me”

And, as it seems, the worst of enemies can become the best of friends in merely the fewest of seconds.

The only one that night, or early morning, that didn’t have the best time was Childe, there was now another question bouncing around her head, one that wouldn’t go away like all the other ones was ‘Why did Iva call he Wilde Fyre?’

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