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Story: The WitchSlayer
Her eyes panned over at the sheer size of the thing. It was three times as tall as she was and more than double that in length!
She looked over the long spaded-shaped tip of its tail, the spikes jutting up its back, and its wings folded neatly against its side. Her gaze fell back on its eyes, cold predatory eyes that were narrowed behind a glare.
They seem familiar.Actually, somehow this beast seemed familiar.
She frowned.Wait...
“Lady Lizard?”
“I am not a female, you half-brained twit!” he yelled at her.
It yelled at me!? It spoke!She dug her fingertips in her skull. It felt like it was going to explode, unsure of how to process this thing in front of her.
“I am not a lizard either, just to clarify that.”
Amalia, unsure of what to do, stared at the ground with her eyes wide.
“It is not real. This is not real. I am dead,” she whispered as she rocked back-and-forth.
“I can assure you, Witch, that thanks to me, you are far from dead.”
I am not dead?It took her a moment to stop rocking and keep a hold of her sanity. She feared at any moment it would slip away.
Slowly she met his eyes again, still holding her head like she needed to hold onto it or it would spin off.
“W-what are you then?”
“I am a Dragon.” He sat down and lifted his head as if he was proud of his statement. She continued to stare at him without saying anything. Suddenly, he seemed to frown. “You do not know what that is, do you?”
His voice sounded surprised, and his spiked brows raised when she shook her head.
“A Dragon is a reptilian creature which has the ability to fly, create fire, and use magic. My kind is the forefather of yours. You should have been told of your origin from birth.”
She took a moment to digest what he said while trying to understand what was happening. She hardly believed she was alive, let alone having a conversation with this creature.
“I do not understand. How is that possible? You are a monster. How can my kind come from yours?”
His snout bunched like he was irritated with her.
“We have the ability to take on a human form. Witches are the product of Dragons and humans mating over a thousand years ago.”
Amalia’s brows drew together. She’d never known such a thing. She’d never heard of Dragons before this day and always believed that humans always had the potential for magic.
“The fact you have not been told of your own heritage is disrespectful. You do not deserve the magic gifted to you by my kind.”
“My father was a human, though.”
The Dragon rolled his eyes like he thought she was stupid, and she felt a spike of anger hit her.
“Somewhere in your bloodline, most likely your mother’s, if the truth of your father is real, is Dragon lineage. I doubt your father was a human, though. Your body harbours too much magic for it to be part human.”
She stayed silent, unwilling to correct him. She knew the truth. Her father was a human and died as a soldier in the war.
“Your parents truly never told you any of this?”
She shook her head in response. “No. My father died when I was sixteen, and my mother disappeared not long after.”
“Perhaps it is good that they had not informed you. It may be the reason you never became aDark Witch,” he sneered the last two words. “You never became a bloodthirsty Witch who pulls apart my kind just for sickening magic and power.”
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