The Garnet Dragon: Waking the Dragons chp2
Created | Updated Nov 18, 2006
The Garnet Dragon: Waking the Dragons
Chapter Two
I spent most of my time watching from my refuge in the small stone. You get very bored so you begin to just watch. There’s really nothing else you can do. My owner at the time was a young girl, very nice, her name was Star. Which is a very unusual name... for anyone. I, trapped in the ring, was given to her by her mother on her eleventh birthday. She seemed really familiar to me as did her family. Deja vu type thing, it’s even weirder when you’ve spent most of your life trapped in a ring not knowing anyone.
She wore me to town once, well more than once but only one time was an important date. I think she was going to the library but obviously I don’t get to see much, being trapped in a ring and all. Coming to think of it, I didn’t even know what she looked like until she raised her hand up to the mirror. That was after this date, when she knew I was there.
Star, was very attractive. For a thirteen year old she was very mature and she looked it too. She had long brown hair which she told me after that she was going to grow to waist length. Her eyes were bright blue. Most of the time her eyes glittered brightly, full of life except when she was naffed off but nobody can even pretend to be happy when they’re not. Star was the sort of girl that could run a country without ever failing it. Always getting good marks off teachers and very witty. She wasn’t afraid to answer back to people her age. That includes me, even though I’m not her age.
I remember that she’d always keep my garnet facing the inside of her hand, she never told me why. She never told me much. She was never bullied I knew she’d tell me that because after she understood me and accepted me there was a special bond between us. Like a mother and daughter or two best friends. I’m drifting off the point now.
Actually I’ve drifted way off, so anyway she went to the central library one day. Her hand drifted over hundreds of books on that day. Of course, both of us remember one. It’s the one book neither of us will ever forget. It was old and it didn’t belong to the library. They didn’t know how it got there so they gave it to Star. As a present, she went regularly so they all knew her and well that has it’s advantages.
Anyway, back to the book. It was very old and was just a bunch battered, tea stained, burnt pieces of paper tied together with string. You couldn’t even call it a book. When she took it into her bedroom and twisted me around on her finger I felt an evil presence in the book. She ran her hand along the cover. A coffee stain sat at the edge of the page. There was nothing on the front cover to describe what the book was.
I watched it carefully from inside my ring. It seemed so familiar to me. After spending thousands of years locked away I’ve lost my identity. I can barely remember my past. Star turned the page. On the very first page was an oval shaped red painted object. It looked rather like the garnet I was trapped in. Star ran her hand over it. She then turned another page.
Five black silhouetted dragons were painted onto the next page. I recognised them instantly. She turned the page again, I could sense her curiosity growing. On the next page another painted silhouette, of a person. I was as bemused as her. Then on the next page, writing. Writing in Latin, a language neither me nor my owner could read. Although some of the words seemed familiar to me. I could just read the first line. It read:
Ego eo ire itum insolitis solum, regnum valde pravus. Autem ego contendo per potentia. Appostitus obviam noster nostra nostrum domus. Solus ego consto pravus.
That was all I could read over Star’s shoulder. Star flicked through the other pages. More and more Latin writing. Then about half way through, it was English. Not modern English but it was understandable. It claimed to contain powerful spells that would unlock the powers of the Dragon.
I heard Star laugh and say with her accent-less voice, “If only it were real.”
I sighed to myself. She’d have to understand soon. As I could feel a strong dark power rising in the highlands of Scotland.
Chapter Two
I spent most of my time watching from my refuge in the small stone. You get very bored so you begin to just watch. There’s really nothing else you can do. My owner at the time was a young girl, very nice, her name was Star. Which is a very unusual name... for anyone. I, trapped in the ring, was given to her by her mother on her eleventh birthday. She seemed really familiar to me as did her family. Deja vu type thing, it’s even weirder when you’ve spent most of your life trapped in a ring not knowing anyone.
She wore me to town once, well more than once but only one time was an important date. I think she was going to the library but obviously I don’t get to see much, being trapped in a ring and all. Coming to think of it, I didn’t even know what she looked like until she raised her hand up to the mirror. That was after this date, when she knew I was there.
Star, was very attractive. For a thirteen year old she was very mature and she looked it too. She had long brown hair which she told me after that she was going to grow to waist length. Her eyes were bright blue. Most of the time her eyes glittered brightly, full of life except when she was naffed off but nobody can even pretend to be happy when they’re not. Star was the sort of girl that could run a country without ever failing it. Always getting good marks off teachers and very witty. She wasn’t afraid to answer back to people her age. That includes me, even though I’m not her age.
I remember that she’d always keep my garnet facing the inside of her hand, she never told me why. She never told me much. She was never bullied I knew she’d tell me that because after she understood me and accepted me there was a special bond between us. Like a mother and daughter or two best friends. I’m drifting off the point now.
Actually I’ve drifted way off, so anyway she went to the central library one day. Her hand drifted over hundreds of books on that day. Of course, both of us remember one. It’s the one book neither of us will ever forget. It was old and it didn’t belong to the library. They didn’t know how it got there so they gave it to Star. As a present, she went regularly so they all knew her and well that has it’s advantages.
Anyway, back to the book. It was very old and was just a bunch battered, tea stained, burnt pieces of paper tied together with string. You couldn’t even call it a book. When she took it into her bedroom and twisted me around on her finger I felt an evil presence in the book. She ran her hand along the cover. A coffee stain sat at the edge of the page. There was nothing on the front cover to describe what the book was.
I watched it carefully from inside my ring. It seemed so familiar to me. After spending thousands of years locked away I’ve lost my identity. I can barely remember my past. Star turned the page. On the very first page was an oval shaped red painted object. It looked rather like the garnet I was trapped in. Star ran her hand over it. She then turned another page.
Five black silhouetted dragons were painted onto the next page. I recognised them instantly. She turned the page again, I could sense her curiosity growing. On the next page another painted silhouette, of a person. I was as bemused as her. Then on the next page, writing. Writing in Latin, a language neither me nor my owner could read. Although some of the words seemed familiar to me. I could just read the first line. It read:
Ego eo ire itum insolitis solum, regnum valde pravus. Autem ego contendo per potentia. Appostitus obviam noster nostra nostrum domus. Solus ego consto pravus.
That was all I could read over Star’s shoulder. Star flicked through the other pages. More and more Latin writing. Then about half way through, it was English. Not modern English but it was understandable. It claimed to contain powerful spells that would unlock the powers of the Dragon.
I heard Star laugh and say with her accent-less voice, “If only it were real.”
I sighed to myself. She’d have to understand soon. As I could feel a strong dark power rising in the highlands of Scotland.
