The Beginning of The End
Chapter 13

The next few days were much the same, you could almost guess what would happen at what time during the day, it was routine, it was comfort, and the farmhouse quickly became a home for all of us. We looked out for each other, made sure that everyone was ok, that they had enough to eat and drink, that they had something to occupy their minds. Yes, it was predictable, but maybe that was a good thing, we knew what was going to happen. There was no unwanted surprises, no enemies hellbent on our destruction. It was nice.

Then, every night, me, Miya and Jeremy would sit around the fire with a coffee in hand, joking and smiling until the sun began to rise. It was like I was a teenager again, as though I could act as I would have been able to before the world went to crap. I looked forward to that time of day, countered down the hours, just as I was now. Two hours and thirteen minutes to go. Then with a coffee in hand, I would tell them the jokes I had been working on perfecting all day. Hopefully they'd laugh, I wasn't the best at jokes, but I did try.

I was helping some of the others with supper, cutting some dried meat and throwing it into a pot to make a stew, we had tinned potatoes and vegetables already in, and it was beginning to smell better than anything else I had eaten in months. Martha, one of the older women was a great cook, I loved it whenever she entered the kitchen to cook up one of her concoctions. No matter what she made, it was delicious.

"Elora!" Jeremy shouted from the back of the house, causing me to pause what I was doing.

I turned to Martha and smiled apologetically before placing down the knife and rushing outside, he'd only call me if something was wrong. I just hope it was a minor issue, the dread settling in the pit of my stomach warning me that it was something more. I ran into the yard, my head snapping around in search of Jeremy, and that was when I heard it; a low roar that shook the trees and caused the birds perched there to scatter.

It was a sound I had never heard before, one that made my blood run cold and my heart skittish, what could make such a sound? I had seen enough hellhounds to know their howl by memory, as well as some other creatures that lurk in the trees. But I had never heard a sound such as that.

"Jeremy!" I called, panic consuming me as a shadow fell over the farm house, one much larger than anything I had ever encountered before.

A dragon. We had been found by a dragon.

A scream burst from me before I could prevent it, my entire body trembling with fear as I watched it circle us, landing to stand just above the well. Chaos erupted faster than I could muster up enough courage to move, night walkers and hellhounds barrelling into the clearing and tearing into the people I had come to know as family. They would show no mercy, they never did, they were heartless bloodthirsty creatures who lived to destroy.

I took a step back, struggling to catch my breath as my eyes locked onto the dragon once more, and if I was calmer, I would have sworn it was watching me, coaxing me to do something; to help the people I cared for. I spun around, ready to rush back onto the house when I collided with Miya, her eyes wide with terror.

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"I-is that a D-dragon?" She stuttered fearfully, tears forming in her eyes. "We are so fucked."

"We need to leave, now!" I shouted over the sounds of death and destruction, my heart pounding in my chest.

I grabbed her hand and began tugging her around the side of the farm house, dodging and ducking around the chaos, our screams of horror mixing with those that fought for their lives. I spotted Jeremy limping just beyond the front of the farmhouse, my pulse skittering at the site of his leg; half the skin torn away right down to the bone. Their was a wolf following close behind him, taunting him and it growled and jumped from side to side. Jeremy had barley even noticed it, his skin sickly pale from blood loss.

No no no.

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It was going to tear him apart, it would leave no evidence as it devoured him whole, taking whatever it wanted from his flesh. I panicked, shoving Miya against the house as I raised my hands, calling to the power deep within me as tears slipped from my eyes. I concentrated as best as I could over the screams and pleas for mercy, my own anger filtering through the fear; fuelling me better than anything else could.

I took a long deep breath and focused my energy, ensuring that I didn't expend too much on one enemy. I flung the hellhound across the clearing and into three more of its kind, knocking them all into the dirt. I turned my attention of four vampires next, snapping their necks one by one, I knew what they were, I had heard the stories and now I had seen it for myself. They drained the blood of their victims, bleeding them until their was nothing left. I killed them before they could take down three of the younger women, allowing them to run into the trees as fast as they could, away from the carnage.

I turned around just in time to see two more wolves rushing towards myself and Miya, their lips curled back in a vicious snarl. But they wouldn't sink their teeth into our flesh today, I wouldn't allow it.

I lift my hands as high as I could, slamming the one on the left into the corner of the house and the other into a vampire across the field. My legs were starting to feel weak as I continuously launched and killed the hounds and vampires, seemingly completely oblivious to the one creature that could take me down with a single breath, that was until Miya screamed.

"Elora behind us!" She cried in desperation. "The dragon!"