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Tamer of Dragons - Part One



Mel shivered, pulling her cloak closer as a cool breeze tousled her hair. She hopefully glanced over at Prince William, but he paid her no heed. With a sigh, she finally spoke. “Please can we go?” William merely glanced at her. “Will-”

“Hush,” he murmured. “Here it comes.” The sound of flapping wings could be heard; a strong wind sent them stumbling back. Mel’s hair whipped her red cheeks. To keep a scream from erupting out of her throat, she bit her lower lip until the salty taste of blood reached her tongue. A large green scaly beast came flying over them. Mel wanted to run, to get out of there, but her legs felt like blocks of wood. She was glued to the ground.

William, on the other hand, stared at it in awe and amazement. He’d seen it before, he knew it was coming. Mel hadn’t believed him. Dragons weren’t supposed to be here. They were supposed to have all traveled back to their world long ago. As soon as the dragon had passed, William looked back at Mel with a proud grin. Seeing her expression, his grin faded, replaced by worry. She was still staring at where it had been, her face milky white, and her eyes opened wide with fear. She looked frozen, unable to move. She appeared not to even be breathing.

“Mel,” he began hesitantly, running toward her. He stopped, surprised, as she turned toward him, her eyes unblinking. He sighed, relieved she was still alive; for a moment it had looked as though her heart had burst in her fear. Still staring at him, she collapsed. The first time he’d seen the dragon, he’d thought it beautiful, a wonderment. He was surprised and panicked by her reaction.

Hastily, he ran through the sparkling white snow to get to Mel. Crouching beside her, he gathered her up in his arms. Slowly, his legs wobbling, he stood. He was only slightly larger then she, and as he began the long walk back to his palace, he began to wonder if he’d make it.

“How old are you, boy?” asked a sudden voice. In surprise, William let go of the large bundle in his arms. For a fleeting moment, he glimpsed a woman under the  snow. In wonder, he crouched down on the spot he’d seen her and brushed the snow off the frozen lake that had running water to swim in, in summer. He brushed away more snow, searching for the white face. An icy hand touched his shoulder, so cold he could feel it through all the thick layers of clothing he wore. It sent a shiver up his spine and made his hair feel as though it were standing up on end.


William hesitantly turned his head. It was a woman, her skin as white and sparkly as the snow around them, her hair, which was piled on top of her head, the same color. Her bright violet eyes pierced into his. She didn’t appear to be dressed appropriately for the weather at all, however, this didn’t seem to matter to her. She wore a thin dress the same color as her eyes. Her expression was unreadable as well as her age. She looked both old and young at the same time. She was lovely and unwrinkled, though old beyond her age.

“Thirteen years of age, lady,” he answered meekly.

“Two more years,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving his. Suddenly, she turned her head, giving back William’s will to look away. She turned toward Mel who still lay in the snow and walked toward her. Her stride was fast paced, graceful, and smooth. One of her icy hands reached toward Mel’s face, she set it upon her forehead. “Your sister,” she spoke evenly, “is dead.” It took William a few moments to process what she’d said. Mel was dead.

“No,” he breathed. Reaching out to her, his hand fell short. She wasn’t moving; she looked stiff, as stiff as his old cat had been when she died a year before. Her chest had stopped moving. William knew she was right, though at the same time wouldn’t believe it. He fell upon the snow next to his sister, brushing her cheek with a trembling white hand. He brushed her auburn curls out of her eyes, which were open though unseeing.

He opened his mouth to call for the white lady, to demand that she help, but all that came out was a loud sob. The uncontrollable sobs continued to come, he couldn’t stop himself. Hot tears trickled down his cheeks. He threw himself away from Mel, not wanting to see her, not wanting to see the look of death upon her face. He buried his face into the snow.

William had no idea of how much time had passed. He’d finally been able to stop the loud wailing, and he had run out of tears. His eyes were become red and puffy, his sight blurred. Finally, he forced himself to walk to Mel, to lift her up once more. It was harder then this time to lift her, the crying had taken away most of his strength.

A strong wind blew him a few feet backwards. Peering up, he saw the great green dragon. Gasping, he turned to run. He had to get away, but he couldn’t possibly, carrying such a heavy load. It landed a few feet in front of him. It blew smoke out of its nostrils in annoyance. William could only stare. He wasn’t frightened really, just full of shock. The dragon snorted again, sending rings of smoke drifting toward him.

Smoke filled William’s lungs; coughing, he tried to wave it away. The grand dragon’s emerald green eyes stared at him expectantly, as if waiting for something. Biting his lower lip, William also waited. The dragon cleared its throat and for a moment William wondered if it would speak. It did nothing else.

“Dragon,” William began in a hoarse whisper.

“Prince,” the dragon’s voice came out in a deep rumble. William stepped back, even more stunned. “You called.”

“No,” William replied, stumbling backwards, shaking his head. The dragon moved his head up and down, as though nodding. “No...”

“Yes,” the dragon replied, “I was surprised, there are few dragon tamers left.”

William shook his head. This was preposterous! He’d heard of dragon tamers before, they were able to make dragons obey them. But the last of them had died off many years ago. He could not be a dragon tamer, and that was a solid fact.

“Why would I call you?” he demanded. “Even if I were one! Why would I call you here? Answer that!” He was screaming and he didn’t even notice. The dragon didn’t seem to notice either.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he wanted to know. “The girl, she is dead. You wanted me to save her. It is too late.” William shook his head ferociously. “I didn’t call you!” he yelled, “And - and she’s not dead!” He absolutely refused to believe it, she wasn’t dead. One of the palace mages would heal her.

“I have a few words of advice, lad,” the dragon said. “You must’ve seen the woman already, she knows.” But William was hardly listening. “Have you ever wondered where the dragon tamers all went?”

“No!” he yelled, “I don’t care! Leave me alone!” He had wondered of course, they’d all wondered. But he wanted the dragon to leave, why was it still here?

The dragon went on, as though he hadn’t heard. “It wasn’t just a coincidence they all disappeared near the same time. No, she’d had enough of them. Beware of her. If she can help it, she won’t let you live.” But William had scarcely heard a word the dragon spoke, he was still denying the fact that a dragon was standing but a few feet in front of him, that Mel was dead.

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