The Fae World: Arkal: Enid: An Early Morning Surprise

[k_a_webb]

For the first time since the war Enid thought she could feel the presence of another Dragon. Yawning she sat up and glanced at the clock. It was early, so maybe it had just been another dream, because she’d had more of them than she could remember. No one believed that the Dragons had ever existed, but she knew differently. She hadn’t changed since the day she lost her entire family, her necklace buried under piles of clothing so she wouldn’t be tempted to, in part due to the guilt she still felt for not being there when they were attacked. There was nothing she could do by the time she heard about what was happening, even though she wished there was every time she felt the loss of another one of her people.

Breathing deeply Enid wiped the tears off her cheeks. She forced herself to focus on what had woken her up instead of the past, because there was nothing she could do to change it. In her head there was another flicker, that reminded her of the moment that a born Dragon woke. Two Dragons still lived, even though she’d felt them all end nearly a thousand years before, and she did her best to work out what had changed. Why could she feel Dragons? What could have happened to them to make her feel like they’d all died? What would happen now that they were back? Shaking her head she tried not to let the sudden fear she felt affect her ability to think.

If Enid’s father was alive she was just going to have to deal with it, but with her necklace off he wouldn’t be able to find her unless she wanted him to. Did she want him to find her? Would the last thousand years have changed him in any way? Was he even still alive? She sighed. Too many questions and not enough answers. What she needed to do first was find out the answers to her most important question before she made any decisions, but she didn’t know how to do that without putting her necklace on. A shiver, of cold and fear, hit her as she slipped out of bed and made her way over to the drawer.

Enid opened it, staring down at the jumper on the top of the pile within it, and tried to work out what she was going to do. Another flicker meant there was a third Dragon. Three Dragons were alive. If she was going to get in contact she needed to do it before… Before what? Did she really believe that something had happened to them that was like death but wasn’t? Biting her lip she thought for a long moment about what magic could do and considering the fact they’d been created by the fae she couldn’t really disbelieve the theory without proof one way or another. She took a few moments to push all her worries to the back of her mind before she shoved her hand under all the clothes and touched the cold necklace that was on the bottom of the drawer.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

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