Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Fantasy

[Prologue]
  Snow fell around the glassy white dragon like a coat fell around a humans shoulders. The white dragon looked up at the moon. Praying that the legends were true. The cold wind battered the older dragoness, but they didn't affect her one bit. Her eyes were stretched to the sky. 
"Damaris." A voice behind the white dragon sounded.
     Damaris teared its gaze from the moon to look at the messenger. 
"Dejen." Damaris sighed. "I see you've brought news from the north.
The blurry gray dragon lifted its head sadly with a growl.
"The Demonicons are getting restless. I fear they may believe that the 'Brávèn' may not come."
     Damaris cursed in the dragonic language under her breath.
"What should we do M'lady?" Dejen asked, his eyes pleading slightly.
The dragoness looked at the moon one last time before fully turning to the younger dragon. 
"Send Ime to the human relm." Damaris growled. "He must seek the Brávèn!"



[Prologue End]

Chapter 1: Lotte

     I trudged down the street with a sharp intake of breath each time my foot got caught In the mud or I stepped on my shoe lace. I shouldn't be out this late, but my aunt shouldn't have grounded me.
     Ever since I woke up on a hospital bed when I was 11, I had been in my aunts custody. She always told me it was my parents quick thinking that helped me survive.
And yet, I survived and they didn't.
     I wiped my eyes when I felt the hot tears fill them. I wasn't supposed to cry in public. I was supposed to stay strong.
     Anyways, my parents had been driving me home from school. We had just gotten snowcones since the summer heat had decided to come early on in the spring. My aunt told me a drunk driver had hit the car head on, pushing us over the side of the bridge we were crossing at the time.
     My parents were in action before I had a chance to scream. They threw off their seatbelts and opened the sunroof, pushing me out onto the car roof when we hit the water. To make sure enough air was kept inside the car to float, my parents closed the sunroof and smiled and cried as they slowly drowned.
     My aunt told me it was the bravest thing she's ever heard of. I was in a coma for about a year when I finally woke up. When I got back to my senses, I asks my aunt the question I should've never asked.
"Where's mom and dad?"
     My aunt instantly stopped smiling and wiped her eyes, giving me a firm hug and whispering in my ear to go to sleep, before she left the room to go talk to a docter.
     I cried myself to sleep that night. And the night after that. And the next night. And so on until I was 15. 
     I never wanted to drive in my life, but a week after I turned 16 I got my license.