Chiisai Chiisai

His deeply masculine voice rang out through the room's acoustics. It sent a shockwave through me at such intensity. My birthmark burned hotter, and hotter, but not enough to warrant a reaction just yet. "I need answers," I eventually spoke up. It didn't come off as confident as I wanted, as I was still a bit shaken up about seeing this man for the first time. "And you couldn't have waited another five minutes?" He challenged me. His tone also seemed intense, but I sensed no malice behind it. "Being that the last memory I have is getting put to sleep by a dragon, after being informed of their despicable sacrificial practices, I feel like getting some answers is high on my priority list," I quipped back. He seemed confused by the last half of what I said. "Listen, Annora, could you please give me five more minutes, and I will be open to provide as much information as I can," he spoke. "Fine. But I am not leaving the room," I chided, walking toward an open seat in front of the desk where this stranger sat. There was an amused twinkle in his eye, but his face did not falter. My hand quickly shot to my chest. It seemed that the closer I got to this man, the hotter the birthmark burned my skinned. I let out a pained hiss as I peeked under the bust of my dress. Sure enough, the dragon mark was glowing again. "The pain will disappear over time. You may take a seat if you can bare the pain, but please give me the five minutes," he looked at me. I couldn't get a complete reading on this guy just yet, but it may have sounded like he felt remorse or guilt for the pain my birthmark was causing me. I accepted the burning sensation, taking the seat that was offered to me, and I got a better view of his handsome face as he focused his attention to the papers on his desk. I began to feel a wave of pleasant electricity between the two of us. The electricity even seemed to calm the pain of my birthmark. I just stared in awe of the man before me. I don't know why I am feeling this way, if he has me bewitched, but I'm secretly enjoying it.

"- Mamã. - Gritou a menina que aos poucos começou a sentir a sua energia a sair do corpo, como se tivesse pronta para desmaiar, no entanto, antes disso acontecer e sendo que seria a ultima vez que mãe e filha se iriam ver, a menina decide dizer umas ultimas palavras a Brenda. - Eu amo-te muito, mamã. - Assim que a frase foi prenunciada o seu corpo relaxou ficando mole e sem sentidos." ... "- Vamos ser sinceros, se eu dissesse ao meu filho que tinha utilizado uma magia negra para traze-lo de volta a vida, e destruído a sua alma para que ele se tornasse como um "cachorro obediente", para conseguir recuperar os poderes do guardião e utilizar os mesmos para meu beneficio. - Olhou o demônio. - Nah, acho que ele não ia acreditar..."

Cuidadosamente e sem fazer barulho foi até à parte lateral da casa. O vento soprava, mas as árvores continuavam quietas. Pelo caminho, Cátia volta a ver algo vermelho. Os seus joelhos vão até ao chão, fazendo-a ter uma visão melhor, mas logo a seguir uma necessidade de sair do local invadiu-a. Ela tocou na poça, para ter a certeza que aquilo era o que ela pensava ser, e as suspeitas confirmaram-se. SANGUE. Mas agora a questão era. De quem?