I remember our first encounter. I had been watching him, my gaze drawn to the light glowing between the lines in his left cheek. The skin was un-sealed and cracked due to an inability to stay human for too long.
The luminescence was from Broken Fire, glowing underneath a Dragon that had been in too many battles and too many fights.
A Dragon that had lost too much.
The two girls I’m with don’t take an interest in any of the travelers here. Summer and Elena didn’t know who he was when they simply glanced at him sitting at the bar of the common inn; but I had heard the legends.
The Storm of the Lost Horde. A tale about a Dragon Horde once consumed with extreme bloodlust and passion beyond acceptable limits. The sex was so violent that burning mates was common practice... and after all they upheld... in the end only one Dragon came out alive.
Storm. A Dragon plagued with identifying Broken Fire which permanently shone through the cracks in his left cheek. Also famously adorned with burnt silver hair which mirrors the colour of his thunder cloud scales. Hence his other legendary nickname of Shadow in the Sky, invisible to the mortal eye.
And he was here, drinking wine.
As I had walked by to the stairs, to ascend to the room I would share with my two friends... he had swallowed his jug of blood red liquid in a few effortless gulps.
He had stood to turn and leave the bar, while no one heeded him any attention. Only Dragons would notice the magic leaking out of his skin, giving him a disguise of any traveler.
But not I.
I was a Dragon; a Silver one like him.
I was born with the ability to persuade others with my own Heart Magic; Dragon Fire based on feeling. It was not something I used for evil as it gave me an overwhelming sense of empathy to all living beings. I could tell this mythical character of children’s nightmares that should not exist, oozed the opposite; tainted, bloodied Heart Magic.
Mental wounds open, still not healed, but embraced.
I remember how he turns to leave and pauses, catching me staring right at him as my two friends continue to ascend the stairs and I’m still stuck on the very bottom step.
Three shocking seconds pass as his golden eyes watch me.
A cold shiver runs through my soul, like I have been acquainted with death... or something just as powerful.
He tilts his head.
And then he leaves.
And I am breathless.