awaken...let’s hope they don’t want me to return, I would hate to have to kill the messenger when so few of us still exist.
I travel north to where they felt the dragon. There wasn’t an exact location, so I pull into a rest stop and get out, letting my senses stretch as wide as I can. Scales form on my arms, my eyes turning into those of my dragon as I search for the familiar sensation of my kin. Closing my eyes, I push further, seeking any hints.
Part of me wishes that I won’t find anything. I need to get to Rejek and then back to my mate. I have been waiting so long to actually meet her, and now she is in danger and I am not there, so every protective and possessive instinct I have is surfacing.
But then I feel something. It’s faint, almost non-existent, but there, that flame in my mind’s eye that burns bright like a dragon’s. Sighing, I open my eyes. This dragon better have a good reason for breaking through the barrier right now and pulling my attention away from the only thing that matters—my mate. Otherwise, I will rip out his soul and eat it.
My dragon almost purrs at that, wrapping itself around me, stretching under my skin, wanting to be released to let out some frustration at not having our mate yet. He’s a possessive, impatient creature.
Growling, I rip the door from the car to get in, but overestimate my anger at the distraction from my real mission, and the now warped piece of metal goes flying. I watch as it tumbles over another car, the plump woman sitting inside it staring with her eyes wide until it comes to a stop on the other side of the road.
Slowly, she turns to me, her face pale and shocked as she ever so slowly reaches out and locks her door. I hear the audible click and actually snort. She saw me rip a door from its hinges and she thinks a lock will stop me?
Sometimes I wonder if they really are severely lacking in intelligence.
Climbing into the car, I cringe a little at the missing door, but start the engine and head to where I felt the dragon. As I pass the human still watching me, I allow my eyes to change to the bright purple of my dragon, and I watch in glee as she faints, her head hitting the wheel and letting out an almighty beep of her horn.
Feeling petty but better, I drive through the winding country roads. The air is getting colder, and I feel it on my face through the gaping hole in my car and it actually makes me feel better about driving. It feels more like flying, especially when I put my foot down on the pedal and we shoot forward.
Whooping, I swerve and drive like I am flying through the air, finding joy in the little moments in life, after all, what else can I do? It is these little experiences that I will remember, that will encourage me to keep fighting another day, something I have learned over the last hundred or so years.
A noise, a siren, echoes around the hills I am driving through, and when I glance through my mirror, I spot a car speeding up until it is behind me. Two serious-looking humans stare at me from the front seat. I notice the writing and curse—the human police. I pull over and get out, unfolding my frame, and wait for them.
They climb out of the car and head my way, looking around my vehicle until they spot the missing door. The one holding a notepad pushes up the thin glasses perched on his crooked nose and gapes at the car then me.
“Sir, do you know how fast you were going and that you are, erm, missing a door?” he questions, his voice high and confused.
“I am decorating.” I shrug.
“The car?” he presses, his eyebrow rising.
“Yes, it’s called fashion,” I retort, mimicking human terms I have heard before.
He shares a look with his partner, his eyes narrowing. “Sir, can we have your license, and can you please take a seat in our car?”
“I don’t have time for this!” I snap. “I have a dragon to find and then probably kill, then I have to go to the cold, cursed, mystical mountain to find the sleeping court so they can deal with their subjects so I may retrieve my mate and have lots