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The Orc stood in front, as always. Larger than life, red-and-black enameled armor dripping blood, screaming as he led the charge, his enormous sword still gleaming with unnatural light, free from the blood that should by rights coated the entire surface. Her father should have burned him to a crisp and added the sword to his collection. But that wasn't what had happened in truth, and it wouldn't happen in the dream either.
Beside him was the second warrior. Small only by comparison with the orc, her blonde hair trailing behind her in a tight tail as her more slender blade danced. It, Luminita knew, didn't hold blood any better than the orc's had.
Behind were the two mages. One tall and pale, with thick brown hair and pointy ears, throwing lightning that tore through the air and left unspeakable claps of thunder behind. The other intense and angular, with black hair that was quickly going white, whose magics hadn't been visible.
And in the shadows, eyes glowing just before she attacked, the lithe little ginger su-ku-ta who had kept turning up in unexpected places.
Luminita knew each of their faces, burned forever into her memory. She'd had the dream a thousand times. The orc shouting orders and charging, while the others turned aside everything her father and her family could throw at him. Driving his sword through her father's mighty scales like a hot knife through butter. The casual ease with which she'd been thrown aside. The fade to darkness. And the scene of death and destruction as she'd...
Luminita woke up. It had been more than a month, and the dream was still as fresh as the first time, when it hadn't been a dream at all. Finally, though, her wounds were healed. And now she looked down at the town. It was the mortal settlement nearest her family's home, and in the direction the five had left, from what little she'd been able to put together after waking.
The walls were simple, but solid stone, and had the scars of battles long past all around their length. No buildings crowded the outside, not so much as a farmer's wall or a sapling for a hundred yards or more, and little enough beyond that. Inside houses were crowded together, some as old as the wall but none showing the same signs of damage. A single large gate stood open, facing Luminita. Armed men stood on each side, more visible as movement in the towers above the gate. They didn't seem to have seen the dragonkin yet, but it was only a matter of time if she kept approaching.
Beside him was the second warrior. Small only by comparison with the orc, her blonde hair trailing behind her in a tight tail as her more slender blade danced. It, Luminita knew, didn't hold blood any better than the orc's had.
Behind were the two mages. One tall and pale, with thick brown hair and pointy ears, throwing lightning that tore through the air and left unspeakable claps of thunder behind. The other intense and angular, with black hair that was quickly going white, whose magics hadn't been visible.
And in the shadows, eyes glowing just before she attacked, the lithe little ginger su-ku-ta who had kept turning up in unexpected places.
Luminita knew each of their faces, burned forever into her memory. She'd had the dream a thousand times. The orc shouting orders and charging, while the others turned aside everything her father and her family could throw at him. Driving his sword through her father's mighty scales like a hot knife through butter. The casual ease with which she'd been thrown aside. The fade to darkness. And the scene of death and destruction as she'd...
Luminita woke up. It had been more than a month, and the dream was still as fresh as the first time, when it hadn't been a dream at all. Finally, though, her wounds were healed. And now she looked down at the town. It was the mortal settlement nearest her family's home, and in the direction the five had left, from what little she'd been able to put together after waking.
The walls were simple, but solid stone, and had the scars of battles long past all around their length. No buildings crowded the outside, not so much as a farmer's wall or a sapling for a hundred yards or more, and little enough beyond that. Inside houses were crowded together, some as old as the wall but none showing the same signs of damage. A single large gate stood open, facing Luminita. Armed men stood on each side, more visible as movement in the towers above the gate. They didn't seem to have seen the dragonkin yet, but it was only a matter of time if she kept approaching.