What a dumb thing to do. “Ella, say goodbye, for this is your last day,” she mentally scolded herself. Everyone knew dragonborns were meant to stay as far away from the woods as possible, yet recently they seemed to have forgotten all about the past and began to slowly, step by step, creep their way back in. Sometimes, it was as though Ella was the only sane one left in the village, hence the only one whom, under any circumstances stayed far away from the forest and preferred to reside in the secretive depths of the mountains. Arin, her dragon, had protested against this with every fibre of his being, but Ella, who had the upper hand in the relationship, had insisted that he stay behind. She would have loved for him to be by her side during this moment, but she feared for his life much more than she feared for that of hers.
“Nothings happened yet… don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it” She mentally communicated to Arin, trying to soothe his restless mind.
The reason as to why Ella was out in the woods was not because she wanted to be, but because she was putting a stop to all the teasing once and for all. The younger dragonborn generation was rather reckless and antsy, each one with a bigger appetite for adventure than the other. They had all, as of recently, begun to explore the forest, straying away from the safety of the mountains. Ella was the only one who saw absolutely no fair reason in this, and preferred to stay home with Arin and study the ancient magic of the dragons. This meant that during every waking moment she spent in the village center, she got teased for being prude and scared. The only reason it hurt was because she knew it was all true. Last night had been especially rough, all of the younglings sitting around a campfire and picking on Ella in a joke full manner. One of the boys, an old friend of Ella’s, sarcastically dared her into the forest, but his laugh was brutally interrupted when a very unexpected “fine,” escaped Ella’s lips. And now, here she was, proving herself worthy of absolutely nothing.
Her body was shaking and she han to clench her jaw in order to stop her teeth from chattering. She slowly progressed through the forest, hiding behind trees and pulling her cloak hood further down her face. Her leather boots made no sounds against the earthy forest floor and she was pretty sure, with the dark green velvet cloak which camouflaged her well, that she was quiet invisible the ignorant eye. Just as she took a deep breath to calm her nerves, she heard a rhythmic, violent pounding- the sound of a galloping horse. She turned around instantaneously, and, before she knew it, a massive, chocolate brown stallion had reared right before her, and out of sheer fright, she fell to the ground, bending her ankle and causing her cloak to slide off her head, revealing her terrified expression and platinum blond hair. Before she could say anything or even move, a tall, dark figure dismounted from the horse’s back. “This is it. I’m finished.” She chanted to herself.