Oppression
Matri I - Kits of the Dragon
Dreams
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She peeked out of her bedroom window, quietly pulling aside the silk drapes with her delicate fingers.
The bright sun sent soft beams of light into the otherwise dark room, and her soft brown eyes lit up at the sight of the beautiful day.
Still in her sleeping clothes, she crept down the abandon hallways,
out through the backdoor, into the sunlight.
She smiled. The serenity of the gentle blossoms was celestial.
She inhaled the fragrant breeze softly, closing her eyes to soak it in
When she opened them, she found that she was staring at another.
Across the wide open field of flowers, there stood an uneasy woman
She appeared in her early thirties, with raven black hair that fell straight down her back, very simple, just like her odd outfit, which was certainly unlike any sari she had seen.
But most peculiar of all was her ebony white wings.
Like the fabled ‘snow’ that fell from heaven on the holy mountains
And her silted eyes.
She stared into those silver eyes and saw them staring back at her
Soon she was no longer staring at the woman, but staring at a young girl.
She was maybe fourteen or fifteen
Still in her sleeping gown
Peering up from out of the flowers
Back at Me.
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Chapter One
Fate?
She awoke with a start, her eyes snapping open. She sat up on her bed, pushing aside the plush comforter she had been sleeping under. The eerie dream of the night forgotten, for today was the big day, perhaps a day even more important than even the seer could have ever known.
She yawned, stretching her arms to the sky, scratching her tussled hair as she said, as if to remind her exactly why she had awakened this morning,
“It’s finally that day!”
With that, she began her daily morning routine, as she plodded over to her closet, pulling out her usual garb.
It had been a long fifteen years; there were many close times, but till this day they had remained without contact of any sort since the treaty was signed ten years ago on this day.
Without face, name, or even age, they would reenact the supposed first day, as he would go to relinquish her from the holds of evil just as he would lose his heart and fall in love with her.
Needless to say, it was a lot of prose-work based on the Lupine sect of the Anima’s intricate theology, but it had to be done just so.
For those Lupine clans of Luna and Saar, this entire ordeal was a symbol; a symbol that would hopefully unite the clans, and end an era of strife, so that they would remain strong, and that the race would not wither away and be forgotten.
Tap, tap, tap.
Three soft knocks on the door;
Lydia smiled. She was not the only actor in this play.
“Come in, Vance, the door’s unlocked,” she said, plopping herself down on the bed, as she began to comb her hair.
There was an audible click as the door opened, allowing Vance entry into the bedroom. He had to duck as he passed through the doorway, allowing ample room for both his silver haired-head and his short, black horns. His pointed tail swished from side to side as he entered, his vivid red skin contrasting with the cool tones of the room.
“Everything prepared on your end? I gave the official briefing yesterday night, but what about the girl?” Lydia grinned mischievously, “She was captured a few days ago by the humans. I warned her to lower her powers so they wouldn’t become alarmed.” She chuckled, “Those Naii fools.” She said, using the elvish word for those without-literally, stripped- of magik. It had become common slang around the headquarters in the years passing since the last of the elfin females had returned to the Anima within Mai. It was one of the few ties left to that elegant race.
However, neither the lives lost, nor the slow dying out of the elves disturbed Vance’s thoughts. Not today, no, today was a day they had been anticipating for several years. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall, grinning. But suddenly he frowned.
Are you sure there were no premonitions?
The dragoness shook her head, looking into his eyes to be sure he understood fully.
No. nothing at all. Nothing bad, nothing good. Just nothing.
