Chapter 9

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"Hi hun, awh those boots are gorge"

" Elissa? Hi... Um thanks. Come in."

Hello A clear, powerful voice entered my mind

So your the new dragon huh? I asked Nice to meet you. What's your name?

Sylvia meaning 'Silver' like my scales

Right. Jaydon? Come out and say hi.

Hi...I'm Jaydon

Yeah I figured replied Sylvia, unimpressed. She turned her head and trotted over to his makeshift den. As she walked he silver scales glimmered, adopting a blue tinge

"D'ya mind if I sit here? Ta" Elissa sat down, not waiting for a reply. "So yeah, I'm living next door, in Oak House. Isn't it great?"

"Yeah..." Trying to sound enthusiastic. I glanced over at Jaydon and Sylvia. Jaydon didn't seem to be enjoying himself. I could sense a mix of emotions being emitted, embarrassment, shyness. Sylvia however was all confidence, strutting about like she owned the place. To be honest, they weren't quite what I was expecting.

"Hey, check it out" Elissa reached out her arm to touch the wall, she muttered a word under her breath. When she withdrew her hand, a golden print shone for a second, before disappearing. "Now, whenever I'm in the room, it will shine gold"

"Uh, wow" I wasn't so sure about a golden Elissa-handprint-detector on my wall, but I let it pass.

"So anyway, I was thinking, if I got a rider's sword wouldn't mind be the awesomest colour? Silvery blue. Yours would be ok as well I guess. Oh talking of colours, did you see the last egg? Ew. I would hate to have had a dragon that colour."

"Well if Sylvia was dark green what would you do? You'd still love her, like it or not."

"Uh, HUH. Anyways, you won't mind if I pop in now and then do you? You know, just to say 'hi' and all."

"No, thats fine..."

"So, me and Sylvie gotta go, but I'll come and see you laters yeah? Bye".

Wordlessly Sylvia spread her wings, and flew, about three feet off the floor, and out of the room.

So, what do you think Jay?

She's...she's-

Yep, I know what you mean

Right. Jaydon? Come out and say hi.

Oh god. Did I have too? Ok, ok. How was I going to do this? I mean, it's not everyday you get to meet your sister, possibly the last female of her kind.

Hi... I'm Jaydon

Yeah I figured. Ok, tough crowd. Lydia and Elissa went over to sit on the bed, and started making small talk.

So, Sylvia, why'd you choose Elissa?

Same reason you chose Lily.

Lydia

Whatever. Silence I see you aren't too keen on keeping clean?

I looked down at my grimy scales, embarrassed.

Yeah well, I see you aren't to keen on...um I was stuck. I fail at snappy come backs. I tried to act cool. Friends. Ha! That would show her.

What? What do you mean? How can you know that? She replied, alarm in her voice. Thats just nonsense. She turned away and flew (yes FLEW) out of the room. I was left standing there in awe, regretting my comment.

So what do you think Jay?

She's...she's-

Yep, I know what you mean.

Honestly? You have no idea... I thought to myself.

The cold wind whipped the man's face mercilessly. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, and strode on. His map told him is destination was near, but his eyes saw nothing. A thick blanket of mist surrounded him, a dragon could have landed 2 metres away, and he wouldn't have seen a thing. No sound reached his deaf ears, but if any had, it would only have been the wind's thunderous voice, and the sound of his feet advancing. After what seemed like hours, a black outline appeared ahead. A house. He had been told his master would be expecting him, but there was no sign of life within the building. He walked up a cold stone path, and knocked 4 times.

"Come in, the doors open"

Being deaf, this remark went unknown to the man, and he stood waiting for a further 5 minutes, until the door was pushed open, and a rough face came in to view. It took one look at the visitor, and creased into a smile.

"Evan?" He asked, hoping Evan would be able to lip read. He also quickly signed 'E' with his hands.

Evan nodded, and smiled. "It's been too long, how are you? Is the master in?"

'No, couldn't make it. I have a message for you though. I don't understand it personally, but I was told it would mean something to you' the man said with his hands.

"Yes?" came the quick response, the speaker eager to hear (or see in his case)

'A storm from the east, shadows all around. Scream for your friends as they fall to the ground' the man signed.

"What? I was summoned here, to the edge of the Spine, for that? Couldn't I just have been texted or something?"

'I guess it was meant to be transmitted in person. I was told to remind you of your first meeting?'

"Ah yes, never mind. I'd best be off, can I borrow your motorbike?"

A while later Evan was seated in the soft black seat of his vehicle, feet in place on either side. He revved the engine, and was soon speeding off into the distance. By now the mist had cleared enough that it was safe to ride.

A storm from the east, shadows all around.

Scream for your friends, as they fall to the ground.

He remembered his first meeting with the master, a couple of months ago.

"The master will see you now."

The guards parted, clearing the doorway. He took a step forward, but a rough hand was placed on his chest.

"Name?"

"Evan"

"Enter"

"Evan, that is you name?" the voice echoed around the room, coming from a dark, shaded corner. He could not make out the masters appearance.

"Yes master"

"You are devoted to our cause?"

"Certainly master"

"And yet... You directly disobeyed orders? "

"I misheard, please forgive me master"

"What if you 'mishear' again?"

"I won't, I swear it"

"Not good enough"

"Please"

"Hmm, well you won't be mishearing anymore will you?"

"What?"

"Be grateful. Nytr Sensa"

"Sorry?" Evan replied, but did not hear his voice. He cleared his throat, speaking louder "Sorry?" Again he heard nothing. "What have you done?"

Out of the shadows, a pearly figure emerged.

"Master?"

A white sheet was pushed into his view, the words 'mistress' written in neat print.

"Your..."

'Yes' was the reply, written on a new clean sheet. 'A woman, but I call myself master, because I find more respect is given to men in general, don't you think?"

"No, not at all"

'Don't lie to me, I know when your lying.'

"Are you.."

'A witch? Yes'

"What can you do?"

'Well, predicting futures is my specialities. Shall I do yours? I'll need some blood'

"I'd rather not know..."

A hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. A silver blade was pressed against his skin, and a line of blood ran into a vial being held out.

'Sometimes you have no choice' were the words written on the sheet thrust at him as he left.

Riding through the Spine, Evan knew, that the words so casually tossed at him by an old friend, where more than just words. They were his future.

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