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Scene #48

Dragon Keeper

Prologue

Year 4980 in the forests of Avenleigh a girl is born. No ordinary child this, but one that has a great destiny to fulfill. She is elfin though raised human with no knowledge of her ancestry. She will age as a human until twenty then it will be as if she is suspended in time never aging again…

“Alania, you must hide carefully! Find a runeberry bush, the scent from it should hide you from the tangaries. Now, go child, as fast as you can, they’re nearly upon us.” the old woman whispers fiercely as she urges her charge of six out the rear window.

“Nunah, the runeberry bush has thorns that poison.” the little girl whispers back over her shoulder.

“Yes, child, but you can heal yourself from them like I’ve taught you. You cannot heal yourself from death and that is what you’ll find should you stay. Now take the eggs and go! Come back only when you are sure they’re gone and remember what you were told about the eggs. NEVER forget.” “Nunah, what about you?” a pleading cry.

“I must place a spell to remove all trace of you so none ever know of your existence. I know not if I will live so you must remember all you have learned, no go darling child and keep yourself well.” Alania paused quickly to hug the old woman and then scrambled out the window into the thick forests surrounding. Never looking back even when just as she found the runeberry bush did the inhuman howling begin…

Chapter 1 Early the next morning, ill from the poisonous thorns, Alania staggers back to the hut in the deep middle forest of the Donegael Kingdom. She is exhausted and disoriented to her confusion. As the clearing by the hut comes into view, she sinks to her knees at the edge. Even through the darkness created by the sprawling branches above, Alania identifies the blood that had covered nearly everything from the front door to the low branches on the opposite side. “You must heal yourself and continue on child, you have a great task to complete.”

“Nunah? Where are you?”

“I am but a spirit now Alania. I have a short time to guide you before I must continue through the mist. Now heal yourself and I will call a waterbird to clean this mess.”

“Yes, Nunah.” she picked herself up and careful not to look about too much lest she become sick, she goes into the hut. Despite the mess of herbs and plants strewn about the three small rooms, she finds the correct ones and mixes them into the milk gathered from wild goats and stored in their cool cellar. Drinking the potion with a grimace, she waves her hand and with the words “Algainia Rictorit” the hut is back to its usual state of order. The few cooking utensils they owned were once again hanging on the wall above the dry sink. The small rough table and two chairs sat directly in the middle of the sink and the hearth. On either side of the fire place were two doors that led to two identical sleeping rooms. Just large enough for a small bed, the rooms had pegs on the walls for extra garments. The cool cellar that they used for food storage was accessed by a trap door and a rough ladder leading down in front of the hearth. Though this weakened her more, she knew the mess would be more an injury then the scratches seeping poison that already covered her entire self.

She sat briefly at the small rough table in the center of the gathering room and waited for the herbs to take affect. With her head in her hands she realized she had lost much the previous night. Her caretaker, her child hood, and though little was left, the rest of the knowledge she needed to possess to fully complete her task. She knew Nunah’s spirit would only last another hour, two at most. There was no time to have the remaining lessons, not that she had the full strength of magik required to study them besides. A child of six, though stronger than any others, was not yet strong enough to complete and study the master magiks. Once the potion had completed its healing magik, she released the pack draped over her shoulders. To the sound of the waterbird spouting streams of water about the clearing, Alania gathered the ten eggs hidden within her pack. She took each out checking for cracks caused by her quick escape into the forest.


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