The night was quiet—too quiet for comfort. It was the kind of silence that made my skin crawl, as if the air itself was holding its breath. Every sense I had was on high alert. The academy grounds appeared peaceful on the surface, but there was an undercurrent of tension, a feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong. I could sense it in my bones.
I kept my footsteps light, my heart pounding in my chest as I moved through the shadows. Seraphina was in danger; she didn't know how close it was, but I did. That figure had been following her for days, lurking just out of sight. I had to stop them, confront them before they could get any closer. The thought of her being caught up in whatever this was made my blood boil.
A rustle in the bushes to my right snapped me out of my thoughts. My head whipped around, my muscles tensing as I moved toward the sound. Whoever it was, they weren't being careful anymore. My instincts screamed at me to act, to protect her.
I pushed through the trees, moving quickly yet quietly, my eyes adjusting to the darkness. My pulse quickened as I finally caught sight of them—standing just beyond the treeline, their figure half-hidden by shadows, but unmistakably there.
"Show yourself!" I called out, my voice low but commanding, the growl of a dragon lacing my tone. The stillness hung in the air, thick and oppressive, but there was no answer.
I stepped closer, each footfall silent against the soft earth, my breath coming faster as I prepared for the inevitable confrontation. This was it. The figure turned slightly, the moonlight catching their face for just a second. I couldn't see much, but it was enough to tell they were a woman, her features sharp and unreadable. She was dressed in dark clothing that blended almost perfectly with the night.
"I said, show yourself!" My voice was harsher now, a threat simmering just beneath the surface.
The woman stepped forward slowly, as if weighing her options. Her eyes were cold and calculating, void of any fear. "You don't know what you're getting into," she finally said, her voice soft yet laced with a dangerous edge. "Turn back now, dragon, and maybe I'll let you live."
I narrowed my eyes, anger flaring within me. "You're the one who's been following Seraphina. Why?"
Her lips twitched into a faint smile, but there was no warmth in it. "That's none of your concern."
Heat rose in my throat, dragon instincts igniting a flame within me. This wasn't just a simple threat; whoever she was, she was dangerous, and I needed to act fast. "You'll tell me who you are and what you want," I growled, taking a step closer, my body taut and ready to spring. "Or I'll make sure you regret ever stepping foot near her."
The woman tilted her head, a flicker of amusement crossing her features. She seemed to relish this moment, the way I stood before her, defiant but aware of the danger. "And how do you plan to do that?" she taunted, stepping back into the shadows for a moment before lunging forward without warning.
I barely had time to react as she closed the distance between us, her movements fluid and quick. A blade glinted in her hand as it slashed through the air where my throat had been just moments before. I cursed under my breath, adrenaline surging through my veins. This was no ordinary foe.
"Dodge better, dragon!" she shouted, her laughter echoing in the night, a chilling sound that sent a jolt of fury through me.
I spun around, barely avoiding another strike aimed at my midsection. My instincts kicked in, and I countered with a fist aimed at her face. She ducked, my hand slicing through the air just above her, and she retaliated with a kick to my side. The force of it knocked me sideways, but I managed to stay on my feet, a low growl escaping my throat.
"Is that all you've got?" she mocked, her voice dripping with contempt.
"Hardly," I retorted, feeling my dragon's fury building. I charged at her, my muscles coiling like a spring. But she sidestepped me, a blur of motion, and before I could turn around, she was on me again, her blade slicing dangerously close to my neck.
I barely managed to block the strike, the blade grazing my skin and sending a shockwave of pain radiating through my body. "You're going to have to do better than that," I growled, my confidence wavering for just a moment as I wiped the blood from my neck.
"Why do you insist on playing hero?" she asked, stepping back and assessing me, her eyes glinting with challenge. "You know you're outmatched."
"Is that so?" I shot back, trying to mask my rising frustration. The weight of the fight pressed on me; each clash of steel was a reminder of how close I was to losing everything I cared about.
With a roar, I opened my mouth, letting the acidic venom build in my throat. It burned, the familiar sensation warning me of the devastation I could unleash. I spit the acid toward her, aiming for her chest, but she moved at the last second. The venom splattered against the tree behind her, sizzling as it ate through the bark.
"Missed," she taunted, an amused glimmer in her eyes.
"Damn it!" I yelled, my frustration boiling over. She was toying with me, and it was infuriating.
I lunged at her again, desperation fueling my movements. "Tell me who you are!" I demanded, my voice a low snarl as I charged her once more.
"Why should I?" she replied, her expression cool, almost bored as she spun away from my reach. "You're just delaying the inevitable."
I could feel the heat building within me, the call of my dragon urging me to unleash chaos. "You're wrong," I said, determination surging through my veins. "You won't win this fight!"
But she was already moving, darting to the side as I attempted another strike. Her foot connected with my chest, the impact sending me staggering back. I fought to regain my balance, but before I could catch my breath, she was on me again, her small frame a whirlwind of speed and precision.
"Too slow!" she shouted, spinning around and launching another assault. I barely managed to raise my arms in time to block her next strike, the force of it rattling my bones.
"Is that all you've got?" I retorted, a mix of anger and admiration stirring within me. She was relentless, each movement calculated and fluid, and it was beginning to wear on me.
"Just getting started," she replied, her voice dripping with playful malice as she pivoted and aimed a kick at my side. I grunted, the air leaving my lungs as I stumbled sideways.
"Enough games!" I growled, trying to regain my footing. My frustration morphed into a surge of adrenaline, pushing me to fight harder.
I charged at her again, but she slipped out of my reach, her body moving like a shadow, fluid and untraceable. I swung at her, my fists cutting through the air, but she ducked and dodged with such grace that it felt like I was fighting against a phantom.
"Who the hell are you?" I spat, my chest heaving as I struggled to keep up with her.
She smirked, a knowing look in her eyes. "Just a girl with a mission. You're just in the way."
"Then I'll move you," I snarled, finally managing to get a hold of her wrist as she lunged again. I twisted, aiming to throw her off balance, but she surprised me with a swift kick to my knee. Pain shot up my leg, and I staggered, releasing her just as she regained her footing.
"Should've kept a better grip," she taunted, her voice lilting as she danced around me.
"Enough!" I roared, my voice echoing through the trees. "I'm done playing with you!"
I charged again, letting my instincts guide me, my body moving on its own. She ducked, attempting to slip past me, but I was ready. I pivoted, blocking her escape route, and for the first time, I could see the flicker of concern in her eyes.
"Trapped, are we?" I taunted, narrowing the distance between us.
Her expression shifted, and a fire ignited in her gaze. "You think you've won? You're mistaken."
With a swift motion, she swung her blade toward my midsection. I barely managed to catch her wrist, the edge of her blade grazing my side. "Damn it!" I hissed, pain flaring as I pushed her back.
"You have spirit, I'll give you that," she said, her breath coming faster, mirroring the tension that crackled between us. "But spirit alone won't save you."
"Then I'll have to find another way to win," I grunted, summoning the power within me. I summoned my dragon fire, letting it flicker along my fingertips, the heat palpable in the air.
"Is that supposed to intimidate me?" she laughed, but there was a tremor in her voice.
"No," I replied, my tone deadly serious. "It's a promise."
With a surge of power, I unleashed a torrent of flames
toward her. The fire surged forth, illuminating the darkness as it roared through the night. She reacted instinctively, leaping sideways, narrowly escaping the searing heat.
"Impressive," she admitted, brushing soot from her clothes as she regained her stance. "But you'll have to do better."
I charged again, my resolve hardening as I closed the gap. "I will protect Seraphina, even if it costs me everything!"
"Protecting her won't save you from me!" she shouted back, her blade striking at me with furious speed. I blocked her next attack, our weapons clashing with a metallic ring that echoed in the night.
"Then try me!" I yelled, each clash igniting the fierce resolve within me. I pushed against her, feeling the weight of every battle I'd fought, every fear I'd faced, fueling my determination.
As we fought, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was about more than just Seraphina; it was about power, control, and the very heart of who I was. I was a dragon—a protector, a fighter. I wouldn't let this woman take that away from me.
The fight escalated, each moment a whirlwind of strikes and counters. I lunged, delivering a flurry of punches, my fists colliding with her defenses as she parried and countered with precision. Her eyes blazed with ferocity, and I could see the thrill of battle reflected in her gaze.
But I wouldn't back down. With every exchange, I pushed forward, my heart pounding, my resolve unyielding. "You think you can intimidate me? I won't give in!"
"Neither will I," she replied, her breath coming faster, the intensity between us growing thicker by the second.
As the fight raged on, the air crackled with energy, the world around us fading into insignificance. It was just us, two warriors locked in a dance of chaos and fury, both unwilling to yield.
Finally, with a sudden surge of energy, I broke through her defenses, my fist connecting squarely with her jaw. The impact sent her staggering back, surprise flashing across her features. "Gotcha!" I shouted, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
She shook her head, clearing her senses as she narrowed her eyes at me. "You're stronger than I anticipated," she admitted, her tone tinged with respect. "But don't get too cocky."
"Wouldn't dream of it," I retorted, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling around us.
With renewed determination, she launched herself at me again, her strikes a blur of precision and power. I matched her move for move, our dance of combat reaching a fever pitch. The world faded into a haze of adrenaline and urgency, our every movement fueled by an unyielding will to win.
And then, in a moment of clarity, I saw my opening. I feinted left, dodging her next strike before bringing my fist down in a powerful arc aimed at her temple. She barely managed to evade, but the distraction was enough for me to follow through, tackling her to the ground.
We tumbled through the grass, a flurry of limbs and desperation. I pinned her down, my weight pressing against her, my breath heavy with exertion. "This ends now," I growled, my heart racing.
"Get off me!" she hissed, struggling beneath me, her eyes fierce.
"Not until you tell me who you are and what you want!" I shot back, refusing to budge.
She looked up at me, her expression shifting from fury to contemplation. "You're persistent, I'll give you that," she said, her voice steadying. "But this is bigger than you know."
"Then enlighten me," I demanded, my grip tightening. "What's your plan?"
She paused, a flicker of something unnameable crossing her face. "You wouldn't understand."
"Try me!" I pressed, my voice low and fierce. "If you care for Seraphina, you'll tell me!"
Her expression softened for just a moment, and in that instant, I felt a connection—a shared understanding of what it meant to fight for those we loved. But then she steeled herself, her expression hardening. "I can't let you stop me," she said, her voice cold again.
With a sudden burst of energy, she twisted beneath me, using my own weight against me. I rolled off her, but she was quick, springing to her feet as I scrambled to regain my stance.
"Damn it!" I growled, the fight renewed as I faced her again. "Why won't you just give up?"
"Because," she replied, her tone fierce and unwavering, "I won't back down from this fight."
And just like that, we were at it again, the world around us fading into a blur of movement and determination. Every strike, every block felt like a testament to our strength, our resolve. I would protect Seraphina, no matter the cost.
As the night wore on, exhaustion began to creep in. The fight had turned into a battle of wills, each of us refusing to yield. We circled each other, both breathing heavily, sweat glistening on our foreheads.
"I won't let you near her!" I declared, every word heavy with conviction.
"Then you'll have to fight me to the bitter end," she replied, determination glinting in her eyes.
"Fine by me," I said, lunging forward once more, ready to unleash everything I had left.
Our fight was a blur, a whirlwind of strikes and counters, both of us fueled by a burning desire to protect what mattered most. As the moon hung high above, casting its light on our struggle, I knew one thing: this fight was far from over.
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I charged at her again, this time aiming low, hoping to knock her off balance. But she anticipated my move with unnerving precision. In a fluid motion, she pivoted, her foot connecting with my chest like a cannonball, propelling me backward with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs. I staggered, struggling to maintain my balance, but before I could regain my footing, she was upon me.
Her hand shot out, fingers curling around my throat with an iron grip that defied her size. The world tilted as I gasped, her strength pressing against my windpipe like a vice. I flailed, desperate to loosen her grip, but it was as futile as trying to move a mountain. The rush of adrenaline turned to panic as my vision began to blur, the edges darkening, and I could feel the constriction tightening around my throat, stealing the air from my lungs.
"You should've listened," she whispered, her breath a cold caress against my skin, her face mere inches from mine, eyes blazing with fierce determination. "Now it's too late."
Desperation surged through me like wildfire. I gathered the last of my strength, my mouth opening to release another burst of acid—a last-ditch effort to repel her. But before I could unleash it, she slammed my head against the rough bark of a nearby tree. The impact reverberated through my skull, a blinding pain exploding in my brain, and the acid died in my throat like a flickering flame extinguished by a gust of wind. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision, thick and suffocating.
"Better luck next time, dragon," she murmured, her voice a haunting echo, barely more than a whisper as the world faded around me.
I could feel my body going limp, heavy as stone, my consciousness slipping away like sand through an hourglass. She released me, and I crumpled to the ground, the cool earth beneath me feeling both comforting and alien. As I lay there, the world spun around me, the darkness closing in like a curtain being drawn over a stage. The last thing I saw was her retreating figure, a shadow blending into the night as effortlessly as a wisp of smoke.
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When I awoke, the cold night air stung my skin like icy needles. I found myself lying outside, half-hidden in the underbrush near the academy, the dim moonlight casting an eerie glow on the landscape. My head throbbed like a war drum, each pulse reverberating through my skull, and every muscle in my body ached as if I had been trampled by a herd of stampeding beasts. I groaned, the sound escaping my lips like a wounded animal, struggling to sit up, but my body protested vehemently.
She had left me here, discarded like a broken toy, an afterthought in her relentless pursuit. I had no idea how long I had been unconscious, but the stillness around me hinted that it hadn't been too long. The world was cloaked in an unsettling silence, broken only by the distant rustling of leaves and the haunting hoot of an owl.
Tentatively, I touched the back of my head, wincing at the tender spot where she had struck me. The encounter replayed in vivid flashes in my mind—her speed, the precision of her strikes, the way she had overpowered me effortlessly. Who was she? And why had she been after Seraphina? The questions gnawed at me, a relentless tide of urgency rising within.
I needed answers. I needed to warn Seraphina.
With effort, I staggered to my feet, swaying unsteadily as the world tilted around me. I glanced around, my heart racing as I scanned the area, ensuring no one else lurked nearby. The shadows danced under the pale moonlight, concealing secrets and threats alike. Whoever that woman was, she had gotten away, but I refused to let her slip through my fingers.
Steeling myself, I took a deep breath, forcing the pain and disorientation to the back of my mind. I would find her, and I would protect Seraphina, no matter what it took.
With renewed determination, I started moving through the underbrush, each step fueled by the fire of my resolve. I wouldn't let fear dictate my actions. I was a dragon, and I would rise to meet this challenge head-on.