Fanfiction

Welcome to my first ever fanfiction attempt, I'm aware it's not going to be amazing. Just read on and see what you think. :)

Awakened

Chapter 1

~~Hannah DragonTamer’s POV~~

I yawned and stretched my arms over my head, one arm then falling to my shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. I reached with the other arm blindly for the magic candle that resided on my nightstand. I heard a crackle when my fingers, which I had infused with my death magic, brushed across a waxy object. A dark, deathly pale light shone around my tower, making me blink rapidly.

I yawned once more and lifted the candle with one hand and swung my legs over the side of my lumpy mattress.

“Good morning, Luna.” I muttered, poking my nightmare’s bed with my toe. She whinnied lightly, snorted out a flame, then stood up and shook out her mane and tail.

I started down the stairs of my tower which opened into a kitchen, it wasn’t huge, but it suited me well. I flicked my wrist and the cabinets which hung too close to the ceiling for me to reach swung open and a bowl hovered towards my now outstretched hand. I grasped the bowl carefully while padding over to a pantry, from which I grabbed a box of fruity flakes and poured them into my bowl.

As I sat down at the crude table I sneered at the bright colors of the cereal and grabbed a spoon which was lying on the table from yesterday morning. It didn’t bother me much, reusing my silverware.

As I finished my cereal I heard the clippity-clopping of hooves descending the staircase from my tower. I peered over my shoulder and saw the small nightmare making her way clumsily down the stairs, her ears perked towards her food bowl, which I had forgotten to fill.

I sprang up and launched towards the pantry again, tripping on my robe in the process and went sprawling across the tile floor. I huffed and pulled myself to my knees, grabbed the knob to the pantry, then stood up. Luna looked at me with a frustrated expression, which made me crack a small smile.

I reached into the pantry and pulled out a partially burnt bag of pet food, Luna had burnt it one morning because she had been in a rush to get her food and I was too slow for her. I poured it into the small, black bowl then looked towards the table, the candle was flickering, it would be out of power soon.

I grumbled to myself in frustration and wandered slowly towards the table while I pushed the power of death through myself and focused it onto my fingertips. I brushed them against the candle and the light brightened.

The light glimmered onto my armor, which was lying haphazardly on the floor, where I had ditched it from a miserable day of going about Avalon, doing quests for creatures too lazy to work themselves.

The armor seemed to call to me, so I abandoned the cereal I had only taken a few bites of and padded over to it. I grabbed the purple armor of retribution and looked over it for any dents or other wounds to it.

When I was satisfied with looking over my armor I tossed my robe to the side and pulled the body covering armor over my head and latched it in various places to secure it to my small body. My blue-green eyes flickered around the room for a moment, then I reached for the clawed boots and pulled them onto my feet.

After I had latched them around my legs I felt a warm nuzzle on my fingers, and turned to see Luna standing on her hind legs, looking at me with an expectant expression. I sighed and shooed her off with the hand that wasn’t fumbling with one of the stubborn latches on my boots.

Finally, I reached for the fancy helmet, which had spikes on top that poked out in all directions and an orange and red marking in the middle, right above the opening to see out of.

Donned fully in my purple set of armor, I walked, or clanked, over to where my sinister dragon pike laid leaning against the wall. I grabbed the dull piece of weaponry and it sprang to life, taking my death magic into its core and pushing it out across its surface, making it sparkle with blackish-purple light.

I whistled for Luna, who came leaping over, bucking out her hind legs all the while. I smiled again, looked towards the table, frowned at my partially discarded food bowl, then turned towards the door and headed into the cold winter air.

I looked up at the moon, which was just about to sink below the horizon, then at the lightening sky in the other direction. It caused a small rush of energy to power through me, and a smile to dart onto my face again.

I whistled again, and a brown warg came bounding towards me, shaking himself awake. He licked my face once and I patted his nose. Luna trotted over to my warg and he laid on his stomach and allowed Luna to climb into a satchel I kept tied to his saddle, to keep items in and for Luna to ride in, she couldn’t keep up with the warg’s pace.

I kicked my leg over the warg’s side and he yipped happily and stood up, the rapid movement almost made me fall off, but I hung onto the handle of the saddle and pulled myself completely onto his back. I nudged him with my foot and he sprung towards the world door.

That’s when it happened. I had just touched the handle and I felt something I had never experienced before.

I was roughly pulled into the door, instead of it being a light, floating sensation; it was rough and made me feel like I was being pulled apart.

Colors flashed past me, whirring around rapidly. I was spinning, I wasn’t sure if I was floating in one place or falling, but different images past by me too fast to see.

I was suddenly shoved towards an image, which quickly became clearer and clearer. It was an island, and on this island all I could make out was a skull.

A bright light surrounded me and I found myself sprawled on the sand of what I assumed was a beach. I rolled onto my side and with a shock, realized something. Luna and my warg were gone, and so was all my stuff. Even my book which contained everything I knew and an escape back to the commons.

I heard footsteps and scurried under a twisted bush, which I barely reached before a girl who looked about my age came around the bend on the back of a jaguar.

“Who’s out there?” She called.

I held my breath for what felt like minutes, until the mysterious girl sighed and directed her jaguar back the way they had both came.

I waited a few minutes before crawling out of my hiding spot, then I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I whirled and almost screamed, if it wasn’t the girl from before. She was wearing a brown-red jacket, a hat with a huge feather sticking out of it and well-worn boots. Her jaguar was nowhere to be found.

“Who are you?” She asked, sternly.