Chapter Two - The Story Starts

She didn’t even looked like a normal teenage girl. Although, teenage girl… She was nineteen already, but looked even older. Her black hair was short, it didn’t touch her shoulders and had red strands in it. Her pose was strong, her fierce grey eyes made people move without meaning so..

During daylight, well until it was 2 p.m., she was just a regular scholar and after that.. Nobody knew.

She disappeared  when the bell rang and wasn’t seen after that.

Alea Naryltheill was a true mystery. And she intended to keep it that way.

“Naryltheill. Do you have a minute?”

Usually, when teachers asked that, they meant half an hour, and she really hadn’t.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t stay long. I have to pick up my younger sister.” Not entirely true, but the part that he had to keep it short was the most important thing.

“Okay, okay…” mumbled the teacher.

She watched the other students dripping out of the classroom. They walked slowly, hoping to catch a word or two, for they had no idea why Alea had to stay.

“Sir?”

“You’re quite an impatient girl, are you not?”

“Yes, I am, but I already explained why.”

“Oh, but I’m not just talking about today, miss Naryltheill.”

The green eyes of mister Sellion locked into hers and didn’t let her gaze dazzle of.

“I think I don’t understand, sir.”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Ehm…”

“You’re always gone whenever it has been 2 p.m. No matter if you have classes after that. I want to know why.”

“That are private reasons and you’re not my mentor. And now I have to go.” Alea stood up, her grey eyes were like stones when she gave him one last look before she walked away.

Out of the classroom, Alea ran as hard as she can. Out of the school, zigzag through streets, up the hill Veassen and to the next hill Revion. Between those hills was a little house, more a wooden shag then a home. But it was home to Alea.

She lived there alone, and that was something nobody needed to know. There was no younger sister, no brother, no parents; just her. And in her spare time she did something most people would call crazy. She hunted dragons.

Dragons were the very reason why there no longer was a younger sister and parents. And so she had learned to fear nothing, to fight everything she thought needed to be fought and to keep to herself. Those things were the only things that kept her alive. When she escaped from the fire -only 7 years old- she was taking in by a man, named Almarahn. Almarahn took care of her and taught her to fight. When Alea could take care of herself, he left her in this very town(Nughar) and disappeared, never to be found again.

She put on her harness and strong boots and arm pieces.  With a frown she stared at her weapon collection. Bow and arrow were good for game, but not for dragons. With a sword she had to come close… She took it any way, together with a single-headed meteor hammer. That would do.

The day before yesterday she had spot some signs, only three hills away. If she’d hurry she could make it long before nightfall.