|The Heart of a Dragon
Author: ClassicTrick PM
This is the story of two friends being torn apart by a great evil. Trickery, loss, and betrayal lie ahead in their journey. Together they can save a country or damn it until eternity.CHAPTER 17 POSTED!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 17 - Words: 41,287 - Reviews: 44 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 10-04-07 - Published: 08-25-06 - id: 2236653
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"Yes, we just arrived this morning."The whole town has been very welcoming towards us. I thank you all with my whole heart," Veronica smiled clutching her 5 year old son's hand. The little boy hid behind his mother's legs and buried his head into her skirt. "Yes he's quite shy, but he opens up easily."
"No, I haven't heard about Midwinter Festival, but I'm sure it's very nice."
"I'm sorry what did you say?"
"What?…No, I'm not a prostitute."
Veronica mentally sighed; she had spent the entire morning answering the questions of the many people surrounding her. Apparently the small town had not had a new resident for ten years, and was eager to learn about the newcomer. She had moved to the little village of Cazaeria to get away from the crowds of people in her own town. They had been driving her mad, literally. Nervously she tucked a brown strand of hair behind her ear as people started saying their good byes. "Finally," she thought. "I thought they were going to stay forever." Politely she waved at everyone thankful that the questions had ended.
Word of Victoria's arrival had come several days before she had arrived, so naturally, everyone had concocted their own version of why she had moved to the small town. They also included a tragic past that led her to run away from her old life. Some even going as far as saying that her son had been an unexpected child, and when the father had found out that she was with child he became enraged and began to beat her. And now she had been going to town to town as a prostitute stealing the money of her gentlemen of the night. She finally had stolen enough money to settle down in their humble village. Of course none of this was true. As soon as the citizens of Cazaeria found out that their wild stories had just been their wild imaginations they quickly retreated back into their homes to find the next thing that would entertain them. One family waited until everyone had left to approach the newcomers. A couple stood close to each other, hand in hand.
The man was tall; Veronica swore he was over 6 feet, with a wiry frame. His sandy hair stuck to his face and his face red from the blistering heat they were experiencing today. Perspiration trickled down his face and his neck. He introduced himself as Dominic. He was the best carpenter in town, from what Veronica had heard from the others, and built the town's boat which they used for shipping. Trading was essential in Cazeria since mountains cut most of the town off from the rest of the land. There were only two clearings in the mountains both had gates built to close them off if the town desired. One of the openings faced the sea and its gates had not been closed since the Great War. The sea of Possidia was used as the town's major port, and exported nearly 150,000 goods everyday. This was the town's major income source. On the other side of the town the second gate led out into the woods of Alte Bäume, and if you kept going west you would eventually reach the next city. Though not many knew what lay beyond that city since most of Cazaeria's residents had lived in the small town since birth and planned to stay there.
The woman to the man's left introduced herself as Mary. She had brown hair that was neatly tied up and wore a blue dress that reached to mid-calf. Her blue eyes glistened with kindness and love. Her smile could have been seen from miles away, as some of the villagers claimed. The woman also had her own made up story that she had been out on the shores of the sea because of a restless night. She had thought that the cool night's air would cure her restlessness. The night had been so foggy that you could not see your own hand in front of your face. Because of the fog a ship coming back from the war had gotten off course, and they had been led home by the woman's smile and warming presence, it had broken through the dense fog. This of course wasn't true, but the story only added to her saintly figure.
The third member of this family stood in front of the couple, her eyebrows raised in surprise as she stared down the two new villagers. Her surprised expression quickly changed into a devious one. Her auburn hair looked as if her head was on fire as it fell wildly around her face. Her smile wasn't like her mother's; it was a toothless grin that gave off a childish aura. Her blue eyes focused on the little boy that hid behind Veronica's back. She was the first to speak.
"'Ey! I'm Aly! I'm fwo-no wait mommy said I'm fwive now!" Aly grinned and pointed to her parents. "Dats me mum right there! An-and zats me papa!" Aly turned back to Veronica staring up with her with innocent eyes. "'an ask you somethin?" Vericonica nodded, amused by the little girl's accent and baby talk. No, this little girl couldn't be devious as she first thought. This little one was like a sweet angel.
"Are you a prostitute?!"