“No, it might only rile her up more.”
The opposite wall and roof came closer and I wished that I could stop growing. What was going on? I was big, but never big like this.
The pain from the lightning burn my stomach and I had to release it.
“She’s going to blow,” Chef yelled as Sir Edward stormed into the cafeteria. Suddenly, a purple lightning bolt hit the wall. Bricks spattered and more light from the outside streamed inside. For some reason the word “escape” played around inside my head.
Students popped their heads inside the newly formed hole, nosy little brats. They flinch away fast as a second bolt exited my mouth. This was exactly what had happened the last time.
It began with me not wanting to breathe lightning on them but the minute I started I couldn’t stop, or let me rephrase, I didn’t want to stop.
I would see Paul in all of them and in less than a minute I was going to forget that my name was Elena and I would become her, wanting to destroy everyone in my path, even my friends. That last thought was barely through my mind when everything around me went black.
found myself in a very confined space. Little insignificant rodents on two legs scattered around me. An urge to scorch their asses developed deep inside my gut and I could feel my thunder coiling inside my belly again.
Two of them spoke to me, calling me Elena.
Who the hell is Elena?
I blew the one with my lightning and growled as a pain so strong moved through my body. I looked down and watch in horror my talons changing length and the scales on my paws turning a deeper purple, almost red.
My snout burned like fire as a stabbing pain shot out along my jaw line.
I could hear the small rodents yelling out orders to put out the flames and I heard the sound of magic killing my thunder. I looked up as the pain vanished and saw the last bit of my purple thunder being destroyed. The only thing was, it wasn’t purple fire they were trying to put out, but a pink one.
The small rodents on their two legs gasped and I saw that the one with pale long hair who had gotten away from my earlier blast.
I blasted another and a second pain tore through my belly. This time purple thunder didn’t come out but a fire so strong, it felt as if it was going to disintegrate my core. I caught a part of my reflection in broken glass pieces on the floor and an ugly purple mutt with sprouts hanging from its chin reflected back at me. That mutt didn’t belong to me, and the fear of what was happening became stronger than my revenge. The only thing I knew was that if I didn’t get away at this moment, they would trap me and destroy whatever I’d become.
I took flight and more walls came crashing down. I pushed myself up through the roof and what I thought would leave a mother of a headache only left a small tinge as I blasted through the brick. It felt as if the change had made me stronger and my endurance for pain had grown larger. Still, however, the fear of what they could do to me was overpowering my being.
I didn’t know that fire, I didn’t trust it and momma always told me not to trust the things you didn’t know.
Momma? What had happened to her? Where is she in all of this? Why have I been asleep for so long?
The wind beneath my wings was unstable. I felt woozy as if I’d forgotten how to fly. Everything tumbled down and I couldn’t remember anything she’d thought me. Not that any of it mattered.
I heard a shrill screeching sound behind me and I turned my gaze around to see who dared to follow me.
It was another dragon, brass in color, and it flew fast in my direction. It left out another shrill scream, and anger heat up the new flame that was burning my throat. I opened my mouth and breathed the pink fire again. The dragon missed it by an inch and froze in mid-air.
Keep your distance, the thought went through my mind. I didn’t care if I hurt whoever that was. I was behind enemy lines and none of this looked familiar. I was far from home.
I tried to remember what Momma told me about flying and dove forward, but I ended up in a tumble and couldn’t gain my balance.
These weren’t my wings, they weren’t my body, they were nothing like me.
A deep sadness at the reality of not remembering anything crept into the core of my heart and I didn’t see the treetops. One hit me straight in the face and another, my entire body. I came crashing down as more trees fell and roots and vines tangled in my talons and around my body. When I came to a standstill I tried to move but it was no use. I wanted to breathe fire again but I stopped as my instinct told me that I would burn this entire forest down with me trapped inside. I took deep breaths and tried hard to control myself. With every breath I could think clearer. My heart rate decreased and the burning sensation that coiled inside my body cooled down. An ache for someone was the only thing that stayed with me, and then everything started to fade.
Adrienne Woods was born and raised in South Africa, where she still lives with her husband and two beautiful little girls. She always knew she was going to be a writer, but it only started to really happen about five years ago. In her free time―if she gets any because moms don’t really have free time―she loves to spend it with friends, whether it’s a girls night out, or just watching a movie. She’s a very chilled person. Her writing career started with Firebolt, book one in the Dragonian series. There will be four books in total, including a further two to three books, which will be stories that take place within the Dragonian series. Her other series, Dream Casters, will be released mid 2015. She also writes in different genres, and her woman’s fiction, The Pregnancy Diaries, will be published under a pseudonym. And then, she has a paranormal series by the name of the Aswang series, which will consist of about ten novels. And if that wasn’t enough, there is another series, Guardians of Monsters, which will be released in 2016.
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Adrienne Woods, Thunderlight
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