MARISSA VOLANDER
In this moment, I knew that I loved Jarith. How did I know? Because I was in a torn dress sitting in the middle of a field at noon by myself, acting as bait.
Who would do such a thing, if they were not in love? I had set myself up as bait for Traydon and his army to come and get me. To steal me away from Jarith. I was very nervous and my stomach hurt. How did I go from being the CEO of a very powerful corporation on Earth to playing the damsel in distress in a field? I never saw this in my future. This was the complete opposite of what I saw for myself. Everything I had worked for.
I looked back toward the tree line. The warriors, with swords and shields, were in dragon form. They hid in the branches of the trees using the leaves as cover. I looked at Jarith. He put his hand over his heart as he looked at me. Then a warrior flew down from the sky and talked directly to Jarith. Jarith looked at me and held up his hand in the signal that he had showed me. He put his hand flat on top of his head. This was to signal for me to get ready because there was a weredragon flying down upon my head at any second.
My eyes grew wide; it was happening. I looked up into the sky and saw one weredragon coming into view from the distance. I could only assume it was Traydon coming for me. I had no idea that the bracelet I wore was a tracking device, but it would make sense. Everything that the Drackon had looked like antiques but hid an advanced, technological system. Looking up at the sky, Traydon was now closer. He saw that I was looking at him and to make it seem real, I stood up and screamed. Then I ran across the field, but did not get far at all.
Whoosh! Traydon picked me up.
"Let me go! Let me go!" I shouted as I wiggled underneath his grasp.
"You thought you could run from me, wife? Where is my brother? It will be him against my entire army! He does not have a chance! Jarith! I have your human! Come out!" he shouted.
Jarith appeared, flying straight up in the trees. He flew fast and hard toward us. I felt Traydon's hands tighten on me.
"Come and get her!" Traydon shouted as he bolted in the other direction.
As he made a sharp turn in the direction that he had come from, I saw a black shadow in the sky. It was his army, and they were headed straight for us. I began to panic and get very scared that perhaps Jarith would lose this battle. What if we all died? The army grew closer toward the field and then I heard, "Now! Charge!"
It was Jarith shouting the order as he trailed behind Traydon, chasing us. Traydon looked over his shoulder to see the massive army fly up from the trees, creating such a menacing sight. Traydon screamed in shock. His hands let go of me out of fright, or out of cowardice for his own skin.
"Aaaagh!" I screamed as I spiraled toward the ground. The green field was rushing up toward me at such a speed. I was going to hit it at any second.
Then I felt a strong hands grab my waist. I was no longer falling. I was flying. I looked up into my rescuers face. It was Jarith. I sighed in relief. He flew fast and hard toward the cliffs. There were thousands of weredragons flying around us. The crashing of bodies as they smashed together in the air was frightening. Swords swished in the air. It was a chaotic battle. Jarith flew to the ledge of the cliff where we had made love.
"Stay here, Marissa. Hide. You will be safe here. I will come back for you," he said to me. I grabbed his face and kissed him hard and fast. He kissed me back, and within a second, he was back in the air flying. I knew exactly where he was going; he was going to chase his brother.
Now that I was on solid ground, I was able to get the full scope of the battle. It was a frightening an awesome sight. Thousands of weredragons were battling each other. Wounded warriors fell from the air straight toward the ground. Swords hit against each other as weredragons fought in the air and on the ground. The ambush seemed to have worked and caught Traydon's warriors off guard. From where I stood, it looked like Axon had the upper hand with his warriors. The dead were piling up. It was horrific. But what did I expect from a male-dominant, warrior race? This is how they did things: through battle.
Then I caught sight of Jarith away from the battle chasing another weredragon. It had to be his brother. My heart sank as I saw two of Traydon's warriors flying to his aid. It would be three against one; of course Traydon would not be fighting fair.