The Journey of a Thief, Dominique Pearce (heavenly.kaos) [ebook smartphone txt] 📗

unless it’s about tomorrow’s dinner. Tame dragons, on the other hand, are more hume-like. They have minds of their own, and love to speak and tell riddles. They don’t let their animal instinct get the better of them; they are very intelligent.”
“What does this have to do with our dragon?” I asked her.
She looked up through the treetops. “If a dragon can think for itself, it’s like dealing with a whole other person. And people can be stubborn.” She looked back at me. “This dragon is three times more likely to retaliate because it can think than if it were feral. We may have a fight on our hands. And THAT is a problem. You have to remember, this dragon was created to destroy the world. It’s very powerful, and very much invulnerable. If we have to fight, we’re most likely going to die.”
Well, that was a positive and encouraging thought.
“However, if it’s totally feral, that could be a problem as well. Wild dragons can be very paranoid and very violent. And if the dragon has no mind of its own, then it has no sense of right and wrong. Meaning, if it does come down to a fight, it’s not going to think twice about killing us, and will most likely not listen to reason.”
I didn’t understand all of it, but one thing was made clear. This dragon was very old and very powerful. Whether it was tame or not didn’t matter, if it came down to fight, we’re as good as dead.
“Exactly.” Kitiraa said.
“Huh? Exactly what?”
“Um...” She looked around. “...nothing...” She opened her map, and began to study it.
“Do you have ADHD or something?” I asked her.
“What? That’s a ridiculous notion, what makes you think I would have OH LOOK A BUNNY!” At that she jumped up and ran off behind me, and squatted down next a brown rabbit, and began petting it.
Yep. She’s crazy, alright.

. . .
Sylphi
I woke up in a cave of sorts, near the back. Oh, my head... I must’ve hit it when I was unconscious. What happened to me...? I tried to remember, and little snippets of memories came to me. I remember Luneth, and the dragon, in the meadow... and that girl... that strange girl. What was she doing there, and who was she? Why was she with Luneth? And what did she do to make that dragon so calm? It was so strange... she held up her hand, and he stopped thinking about me... he almost started to... to speak... wait... how do I know that? I shook my head. I can’t worry about this right now. Where... where am I?
I sat up, and looked around. I gasped, and held my breath. There were bones everywhere. Sheep, wolves, deer, even oxen. The bones were littered all over the stone cave floor. It begged the question... Why am I still alive? I should be dead by now... I should be one of these skeletons on the floor. Come to think of it, where was the dragon?
I looked around, and it was nowhere to be seen. The cave was large, but not that large as to hide it. Not a single living soul was around, so I felt brave enough to stand all the way up. I was a little dizzy at first, but once my eyes and body adjusted, I began to walk around. I stepped carefully over the bones, and slowly made my way to the mouth of the cave. Morning light was coming in, slowly illuminating everything in sight. The bones began to glow, almost, bright white and completely cleaned. It was a little beautiful, in a morbid deathly way.
I made my way to the entrance of the cave, and looked around. The bright light stunned me at first, but as my eyes adjusted, I realized how lonely I really was. As I looked out, I didn’t see the forest I was so used to. I saw only fire and stone. I didn’t recognize it at first, but I recalled something my mother told me. The Fire Plains. No grass grows there, there is only flame and death. The heat was unimaginable, geysers with scalding water erupted, turning molten rock to stone. It was like I had been taken to Hell.
I backed up into the cool cave, tripping over a few bones. I fell on my back as some poor animal’s rib cage cracked beneath my weight. I scrambled up and fled to the back of the cave where I had woken up. I sat down and pulled my knees up to my chest, and I felt like crying. I think it was then that I realized just how alone I really was. I didn’t know where I was, I had no hope to escape, and I knew it wouldn’t be long until the dragon returned. Even if I could avoid being eaten, there was no way I could make it back home before I starved to death or burned alive. Everything just seemed so hopeless.
I felt wet hot tears roll down my face. How I wish my mother and father were here. That Luneth was here. I hid my face in my knees and cried.
Luneth, please, hurry!
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Publication Date: 01-25-2011

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Dedication:
I dedicate this book and the ones to follow to my friends, who helped me and encouraged me all the way. This is a story I have had in my mind for a while, but never put on paper. Please enjoy, and do tell me what you think. Oh, and warning, rated T for teen. Mild language and violence. Just to let you know before you read it.