The story
At long last! I've typed up what I have of my short story/novle/thingy! ^_^ *Ish proud* Here it is

Little Dreamer
1
Magic

Soaring through the air was something huge. Pale eyes watched the thing from the ground, glittering in the brief darkness caused by wings blocking out the sun, the rush of wind ruffling short hair. The eyes widened in awe of the gaping plain of glittering scales above.
“Draconian…” she whispered the word in pure awe and shock, “Dragon…”
She was so amazed she had not heard the thump near her. She was so caught up in the last breeze on her face, cool on her pale skin in one of the last hot, steamy days of fall. She gasped as a knife was at her throat.
“Who are you?” a voice growled in her ear.
“Nobody!” She yelped, “nobody at all!”
He elbows were pushed into her spine. She took in breath sharply.
“Who are you?” Barked the voice, the owner sharply pulling back her head by her short red-brown hair. The girl gritted her teeth to keep from screaming.
“Arik.” She hissed through gritted teeth, “Arikara Keay.”
Her words were greeted by being pushed headfirst into the long green grass and mud. She landed with a thud face first into a puddle. She spat out the water hurriedly and flipped over to have a gloved hand placed on her throat. “Arikara Keay, eh?”
Arikara gaped. Her captor was a tall female, slender yet strong with long black hair and amber eyes as well as grey blue cat ears and a twitching tail. She flexed black-gloved hands and sheathed her knife, hiding it in folds of black cloth that made up her pants. Amber eyes gleamed wickedly as she spoke silkily, “You are not the one I seek, but watch your back – I am more tolerant than others.” She grinned wickedly. Smiling like the Cheshire Cat she disappeared in a likewise manner.
Arik blinked wide eyes, rubbing her neck, which bore a small scratch from the blade.

~

She ran,
Crashing through the brush,
Eyes wide with terror,
Gleaming purple in the moonlight sifting through the trees.
She looked back,
Heard the hoof beats barely over the pounding of her own heart.
She ducked into the ditch,
Screaming as she fell into unseen thorns
Which tore her flesh.
A horse neighed nearby,
Hooves pounded,
Closer,
Closer…
She ripped from the thorns,
now scratched and bloody,
she ran once more,
Knowing she would die at the hands of her assailant.
Faster she ran,
Hot breath of the huge black horse on her neck.
Red predatory eyes stared at her from behind.
The horse reared,
Knocking her on her ripped up back,
Shards of glass ripping her back more.
Hooves came down,
Smashing one of her hands.
Her scream was heard all over the woods.
She rolled as the horse reared again.
The black clothed rider jumped off.
He placed a foot on her chest,
smirked,
And ran his sword through her chest.
The girl stared with huge eyes as her blood soaked into the sand.
The rider grinned at her
And watched her die,
His sword still in her chest.
His horse blinked those eyes and seemed to smile wickedly.
The man pulled his weapon from her dead corpse.
Running ash colored fingers down the bloody blade
He laughed,
Bringing her blood to his lips,
Savoring the metallic taste.
He cut a cross into her chest with a sickening smile on those bloodstained lips.
Fingers and blade once more clean,
He left her body a grim spectacle for passer by-s to see,
With a bloody cross and a crown of those thorns which had given her life away,
The innocent is slaughtered once more.

Her eyes flew open, sweating, heart beating all too fast. A scream caught in her throat. She couched and sipped some water from her bedside table. She pulled sweat-soaked sheets off her body and looked to the horizon: still dark. Dawn would not come for many hours. Snow fell gently outside her window, soft downy flakes drifting in the light wind. She lay in bed once more, falling into uncomfortable dreamless sleep.



2
Run

Purple eyes opened to a grey sky and a world of white. She blinked sleepily and stretched in a cat-like manner; but all was not quiet; she shivered not from the chill she felt but from the noise she heard: like metal scraping a chalkboard. She opened the door carefully after dressing in breeches and a chocolate colored tunic and grabbing her bow and quiver. Where is Kallion? she thought in a panic. She dashed into the room across from her: empty. The sheets looked like they had been hastily thrown aside, a nightgown was on the floor. All this frightened Arik, Kallion was an incredibly neat person. She raced outside to find Kallion in the snow, which had been blacked by her blood. She opened icy eyes.
“Arik...Run…It’s coming back…”
Arikara gaped at her best friend. “We’ve known each other since I was a child!” cried the thirteen year-old. “Kalli! Get up! We can get away!”
A smile parted Kallion’s bloodless lips. “You are foolish.”
She heard the metallic sound that made her teeth hurt as a large talon-like clawed foot appeared around the corner of the house.
“Run, Damnitt! Run!”
A lizard like head followed the leg. Fangs that dripped blood protruded from a dark blue mouth. The scaly head was a green shade that seemed synonymous with poison. Arik gasped and pulled Kallion out of the snow. “Come on! Run!” Kallion nodded and they ran as fast as they could. The girls got a short way before the injured Kallion fell. Arik turned.
“Kalli!” She ran to her. “Are you okay?”
Kallion stood shakily and unclipped a sheathed katana from her belt. “Good bye, old friends.” She handed it ceremoniously as well as a small bag to Arikara who laid eyes on the blade.
“But…Icewind…Wait. Why-“
Kallion laid a finger on the brown hair’d girl’s lips. “Arikara Keay,” Arik was shaking her head, tears spilling down her cheeks, “Shh…” whispered Kalli, hugging the smaller girl close. Arik buried her face in Kalli’s shirt, sobbing. The lager girl tilted up the smaller’s face saying “Now, don’t cry. You’re wasting time. It will make your cheeks burn, too.” This made Kalli realize that this was like saying goodbye to a mother-figure as well as best friend. Kalli had taken care of Arikara as long as she could remember. Kallion smiled softly. “I will hold it off. Just run. Remember that I love you. Never forget that, ever.” She brushed purple hair from her eyes, pushing Arik away. “Take Icewind. I will see you again. I want you to give it to me then, okay? Promise you won’t lose it.” Arik nodded, crying once more, she couldn’t speak. She ran her hands across three scars on Kallion’s wrists in whose eyes tears were starting to form as she smiled. “That will always be a story we can tell, ne? Just like this one. Go on now, love. Run.” Arik looked into her eyes, which were brimming with tears, just like Arikara’s. Kalli reached down and wiped Arik’s eyes. “Go on.” She pushed her in the right direction. “You’ll see me again, and I’ll want that sword.”
“I will go…” she whispered. “Thank you. I won’t lose Icewind, I promise.” She turned and ran, knowing she would never see her best friend again. She had just reached the edge of the woods when she heard a cut off scream. She stopped for a moment, eyes wide in horror. Sobbing, she ran blindly into the woods.

~

She sat on a rock, picking at the lichen on its rough surface. She had no idea where she was and the sun was fading fast. She didn’t even dare to think about Kallion, she had tried already and sobbed for nearly ten minutes, leaving her tired and upset. Also, something about these woods made her uneasy and she felt like she had been there before, even though she had never been there before in her life. Or had she? She looked up and blinked. An Owl hooted and broke her concentration.
“Whoot.”
She sighed and decided to practice with the katana. She was quite clumsy, not daring to hurt Icewind. Plus she was exhausted from crying so much.
Frustrated, she kept messing up the patterns the elder Kallion had taught her by going to fast or passing to hard. On one of the latter occasions she knicked her leg with the blade. Cursing, she ripped a strip from he baggy shirtsleeve and wrapped it around the cut, which proved to be deeper than she expected, but it meant the blade was sharp. She picked up the bow she had taken from her room and slung the quiver over her shoulder: it was time to hunt.
She returned with no game. When she thought about it she didn’t think she could eat anyway. She was too uneasy. She had a knot of fear in her stomach. She sat, tired and fell asleep almost instantly.

~

Running,
Fast as she could,
The blond hair’d rider
On the horse with red eyes.
Pounding hooves,
Closer,
Closer.
She stared out of unseeing eyes
From the ground,
Looking up.
Pain on her right side.
FLASH
There was a huge red flash in Arik’s vision. She bolted upright. She had fallen over, that was the pain…
The rider….

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