I woke to sunlight and a cool breeze on my face, instead of the candlelight and the stuffiness of the cabin. The window by my bed had been opened, allowing the crisp air to fill the room. Outside, the sun shone vigorously on the heavy branches of snow-laden pines, and a chipmunk chirped angrily at one of his brothers. The sky was clear, without a hint of clouds in the distance. I gazed at the peaceful scene before me, savoring the tranquility. “You’re awake.” It was Mina’s voice. Only then did I note that she had been sitting on the windowsill, basking in the sun’s rays. “Feeling better?” “A little,” I said, then hesitated. I was aching, but my body was feeling much better. I even thought of sitting up, and I really needed to relieve myself. “That’s good. You look terrible though,” she stated. “I’m sure I do,” I answered, and smiled a little. “I hope you heal quickly.” “So do I. How long have we been here?” I asked. “A little less than two weeks, and I’m running out of food,” Annah said, coming over to us. She had been sitting by her table, sewing. I realized that my other eye was opening slightly, and it was comforting to know that I was healing. She settled herself beside me, and leaned against the headboard. “You are doing much better, but you will need to start stretching your muscles again. Many of your muscles have been torn. We can only hope to mend them completely.” “Thank you so much,” I told her. “Is there anything I might do for you, anything at all? You deserve to be rewarded for this charitable act.” “Ah, princess,” she sighed. “You know so little of our kind. I do not ask for anything in return. It is reward enough for me to see that you have survived.”
This is a SHORT story about a young woman striving to hunt down a dragon that killed all her people. She is the last of their kind. *this story was written by me and my friend Tina Marshall who has given me permission to post the chapters here.