Anya's Freedom_Found by the Dragon

by Lisa Daniels

  Annora moved around as she tried to get a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye. His voice was sorrowful, but Elian seemed to agree with her. The dragon hunter had wanted to make the creature suffer, but in her current state, there was much more she would be able to do before she would be too weak to fight a dragon. No matter how good she was or how badly hurt the dragon was, a dragon could endure far more than a human body. Annora’s arm was already beginning to falter as she tried to maneuver. Even though she wasn’t wielding anything in her right hand, she needed to be able to move faster, which was impossible in her current state. Her legs were also starting to feel weak. If Elian wanted to finish it quickly, that was the best thing. Catching his eye she nodded at him.

  They moved at the same time, striking from two different sides. The way they moved reminded her of the way the orthrus had coordinated its attack. It was like they were a single creature taking the necessary roles to finish the task.

  The dragon’s head swung back and forth as if confused. Annora dug her sword into the beast’s throat as Elian jumped on its snout and ran up between its eyes. He said something that the dragon slayer could not quite hear as he drove the broadsword through the creature’s skull. It gurgled and spluttered for a few seconds before falling over.

  Annora was about to wipe her sword on it, when she realized that Elian was gently stroking the creature. Its eyes were fluttering before it finally shut them with a gentle sigh. Feeling entirely out of place, the dragon slayer moved away from them as he bowed his head. She needed to retrieve her dirk, but didn’t feel comfortable with the display in front of her. It could wait.

  She slumped against the wall and let her body begin to complain about everything she had done to it for more than a week. Annora knew that the next few days were going to be difficult now that she had nothing to drive her. Her judgment was always clouded when it was personal, and she would end up pushing herself too far as she tried to kill the emotional pain. It always brought out the worst in her and Bree had repeatedly warned her about what would happen. It was why she had avoided answering questions when she and Bree talked – the more she said, the easier it would be for her friend to realize that the dragon slayer was emotionally compromised. That would only make Bree worry more. Once she had even poisoned Annora’s drink so that she was forced to sleep off her pain, but it ended up causing the biggest argument they had ever had, even bigger than the argument when Nyle had decided to fight dragons.

  Her mind roamed through memories as she tried to give Elian some privacy. Annora was so far within her own thoughts that she only noticed that he had approached when he held the dirk in front of her face.

  With a vague smile, she took it and stood up. “Thank you very much. I would have taken care…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at him. She just barely got her arms out in time to stop him from collapsing. He was heavy, so she was not able to help him continue standing, but she was able to help him gently reach the floor.

  Her arms were covered in blood as she pulled back. “Gods! How did this happen?” His torso and arms were covered in scratches that were nearly to the bone in some places.

  Elian nodded toward the back of the cave. “Move the rock. There are… supplies.”

  Annora had a lot of questions, but her experience told her now was not the time. She moved as quickly as she could with her injuries to the rock and moved it. There were strange supplies. Annora untucked her shirt and piled the supplies up on it. Hobbling back to Elian, she sat down.

  “I don’t know what some of this stuff is, but tell me what to do.”

  Elian instructed her for more than 15 minutes. Once Annora had his shirt off, she wondered if he was going to make it. She vaguely noticed a dragon tattoo that covered his left shoulder and ran down his arm. Blood seemed to trickle form the dragons mouth, running down his left side. Her attention was on the wounds. The gashes on his body looked like claw marks. She kept muttering, “I don’t understand. What happened?” Elian ignored it as his voice got fainter.

  At one point he closed his eyes. Annora put his head in her lap because there was nothing else she could do. “No, no, you don’t get to do this. I still owe you. I am not about to live indebted to a dead person because I hear they are abusive since they have nothing else to do.”

  There was a faint smile on Elian’s face as he looked up at her. “Surely you don’t believe in ghosts.”

  She shook her head at him. “You would have to be a fool not to in my line of business. And I will tell you right now, if you die here, I will not do anything else to help you, not a single thing.”

  A strained laugh shook his body, forcing his mouth into a grimace just afterward. “Well, guess I’ll have to pull through then. It’s a good thing that stuff will work miracles on people like me.”

  Annora figured he was talking big. Wanting to comfort him, she began to run her hand through his hair. He closed his eyes. “Mmmm.”

  Immediately, she reacted. “Are you alright? What else can I do?”

  Elian’s eyes opened and they seemed to be laughing despite the pain. A small smile on his face seemed more like he has happy, too, instead of acting brave.

  “Could we just stay like this for a little bit? I promise it won’t take long, just until the pain stops.”

  Thinking he was predicting his end, Annora nodded and began to run her hand over his hair again. He turned his face, pressing his cheek against her thigh. A slight shudder went through him. Instinctively, the young woman put her hand on his stomach and started humming. It was a song from her childhood, one her father had sung to her, and then her mother after her father was gone. Annora had sung it to her friends when they were much younger and scared of the world. Annora had taken her responsibility toward Bree, Naya, Nyle, and Saskia seriously, so they never saw her scared and always sought her for protection. At night when they hadn’t had enough to eat, she had sung them a lullaby until they were asleep. Afterward, she would sneak out and steal enough to give them a good breakfast. Sitting in that cavern, all of the images from the early days came to mind. Before she realized it, the dragon slayer was singing the lullaby as she gently comforted Elian. After a time, she realized he was asleep. Her body was angry with her for neglecting to rebandage the arm, steady the ankle, or tend to her new wounds, but she simply ignored it, just as she had the growling in her stomach so long ago.

  At some point, Annora realized that what they really needed was a fire. There certainly weren’t any supplies for making a fire in a dragon’s cavern. The crescent moon outside was covered by clouds, so there would not be enough light to get down to the forest and her supplies safely, especially with her wounds. The man was shivering in her lap. Pulling a blanket out of the supplies, Annora covered Elian’s body with it. Gently lifting his head, the young woman shifted her body so that she was pressed against his back. Her arm was left to cradle his head because she wasn’t about to have him rest with his face on the ground. Her other arm reached around the man and grabbed a small bag. Before she could pull it back, Elian’s hands took her wrist and brought her around so that she was draped over him. Ordinarily, the dragon hunter would have reacted by hurting the man, but judging by the way he was breathing, the man wasn’t awake. With an amused laugh, she had a difficult time placing the bag under his head. Deciding that still wasn’t enough, Annora left her arm stretched out under his head.

  The young woman began to gently hum. Then her eyes closed, and she slept.

  Light was beginning to stream through the entrance as Annora opened her eyes. The shock at what she saw almost caused her to scream, but her brain quickly reminded her what had happened. Elian still slept in nearly the same position as he had been in when he had fallen asleep. Without thinking, she began stroking his hair and humming.

  This seemed to shock the man awake. Pulling away from her, Elian’s eyes were wild as he looked around. When his gaze finally fell on her, her face a cross of concern and surprise, he remembered the day before. Clo
sing his eyes, he lay back down.

  Annora began running her hands through his hair again, but she refrained from humming.

  Elian did not open his eyes as he said, “That feels really… nice.”

  “How are you feeling?”

  “My body is much better, but my heart hurts.”

  Annora’s hand went to his chest. “I know some medical procedures. If you’ll-”

  He put his hand over hers. “It’s not that kind of pain.”

  “Oh,” was all she could think to say.

  Elian sighed, then looked up at Annora. “I was supposed to take care of her. Lilou.” He said the name like it was supposed to clarify something. “She was like my little sister. When she came to our clan, my parents told me to take good care of her. There was a 23-year age difference between us, so for a long time I felt that it was more of a chore. It was only when some of my friends began to play with her that I started to see her as something more than another obligation.”

  He paused. Annora said nothing as she watched his eyes, her hands continually stroking his hair.

  “She was so full of life, a real handful, but once I started looking at her like a sister, I started to enjoy our time together. She was about your age. If you would have met her a couple of years ago, I think you would have liked her. Despite your profession.” He smiled up at her sadly. Annora thought he must be fevered with the way he rambled on, but he seemed to need to talk, so she let him. Saskia had been like that for a long time, and perhaps was still like that now. Annora had not seen her in several years.

  Elian continued, “But I failed to take care of her. I was supposed to pick her up from my friend’s house, but he promised to bring her home. Some humans attacked, and they thought she was just a human woman. They knocked her out and nearly killed my friend, Phelan.” (The name sounded familiar. Where have I heard that name?) “I had other things to do, and I allowed him to take on that responsibility. He was kicked out of the clan because of it, and I have not been able to track him down since. I suppose that shouldn’t be a surprise, it was practically a death sentence. Still I always hoped…” His voice trailed off. Annora waited for him to begin talking again. When he did, Elian’s voice sounded far away. “Lilou had it far worse. They tortured her, especially when they found out she was a shifter. It drove her insane.”

  Annora didn’t quite understand what he was saying, but she didn’t feel she should interrupt.

  His eyes looked into hers. “I failed her, but they put me in charge of the clan. My friend received the blame, and I am the one everyone listens to. What kind of world is that?”

  Annora gave him a sad smile. “The kind of world we have to live in. Everyone has a sad story, and it never makes much sense, and it is never fair.”

  “Tell me, Fiend, do you know about shifters?”

  Annora’s smiled widened at the name. “Some pixies are said to be shifters-”

  Elian waved his hand. “No, I mean real shifters. Creatures that can take on human form at will.”

  “Those are just legends and myths. There has never been any real proof.”

  Elian took her hand and placed it on his chest. “Yes, there is, right here.”

  Annora placed her hand on his forehead, but it was not any warmer than it had been the day before.

  “Of course you are.”

  He gently squeezed her hand. “No, I really am. You saw my wounds. They weren’t from falling. Those were from Lilou when we fought. You saw me. Look at the color of my hair and the color of my eyes. I can’t exactly turn into my real form in this cave because I am far too big.”

  Annora looked him over and the truth seemed obvious now that he said it. Her initial reaction was to back away, but the look in his eyes held her where she was. She began to stroke his hair again. “I can believe it. Not sure that I want to, because what does that mean about the dragons I killed?”

  His hand touched her face. “I don’t know, but I dare say it will change the way you approach your job now.”

  Annora closed her eyes and pressed her face into his hand, her mind trying to process what she had heard. It seemed impossible. Perhaps she was still in a fevered dream. Elian began to gently caress her face. Her eyes opened and looked down at him. The man had moved so that he now rested on one elbow.

  “You haven’t taken care of your wounds yet.”

  “None of them are too bad.”

  “Are you just waiting for me to fix it?” The look in his eye said he was enjoying this too much.

  Annora looked at his face now so close to hers, his breath moving the hair that usually framed her face. “No, I was waiting for you to finish healing since you seemed to be dying.”

  He laughed, this time showing pain as the cavern rumbled with the sound. “You just contradicted yourself.” Her face wrinkled as she tried to figure out what he meant. “You were either waiting for me to heal, or you were waiting for me to die.”

  Annora looked away and out of the cave into the clear blue sky. “What if I was waiting for you to die, but hoping that you survived? Will you continue to make fun of me?” Her face turned back to his.

  He was so close to her. Elian’s hand wrapped around the back of her head. “I….” He seemed at a loss for words. Finally, he tried again. “May I?”

  Annora tilted her head to the side, trying to figure out what he meant. He moved closer, his eyes boring into her own. She was suddenly aware of the way his muscles rippled even when he talked. His lips were inches from hers.

  “Oh,” her cheeks flushed and she looked away.

  He gently turned her back to face him. “May I?” The question was so sweet and gentle, that Annora gave him a small smile and nodded. The distance between them was immediately closed, and for the first time in her life she allowed a man to touch her.

  When he pulled back from the kiss, Elian’s eyes seemed wild. Annora’s breathing was short and erratic, and her eyes moved down to his exposed chest and his stomach. Again her eyes were drawn to the large tattoo. Clearly there was more to it, but her mind simply could not focus on it. When she looked back at him, Elian pressed his lips against hers again, and this time his tongue slid into her mouth. Annora moaned and opened her mouth a little wider. She felt his hand gently pushing her down, his arm cradling her head. Her hands went around his neck and her leg suddenly felt fine as she wrapped it around his hip. Elian pulled back a little and looked down at her. His hand swept a few strands of her hair out of her face.

  “I… this is…” Whatever was holding him back gave in when she put her hand on his face as her other hand pulled him back down to her. His body pressed into hers, and she pressed back. Suddenly his hands were working to unfasten her shirt and hers slid under his pants.

  As his skin pressed against her, Annora moaned and arched up into him. Elian’s hand slid around her breast and traced it as he kissed her. His lips worked down her neck, over her breast, and covered her nipple. Annora let out a gasp as she ran both hands through his hair. He continued down her stomach, his hands working off her pants. Working his way back up to her lips, Elian placed a shirt under her head. His other hand pressed against her other leg and his body slid into the opening. Annora ignored the pain as she wrapped her legs around him.

  Elian looked down at her, his hands brushing back her hair. His mouth covered hers as she felt him began to press into her. Her body tensed at the unexpected pain.

  “Are you alright?” His face was a mask of concern. “I should have taken care of you.” He began to pull back.

  Her face flushed as she pulled him back to her. “Just…” she tried to avoid his eyes, “first time.”

  There was silence as he looked down on her. “I can’t. This isn’t right.” He began to pull away again, but it was obvious that it was very difficult for him to do.

  “I don’t care if you aren’t human. You have done so much for me…” The look on his face was nearly shock and displeasure. “I want to… I haven’t been able to-” She
couldn’t find the right words.

  Elian moved away from her. “That’s not-”

  “I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s never happened before, but I don’t care about your past or the fact that you aren’t human. I want to be part of your present and future. It’s hard to imagine not having…” Her voice trailed off as her body began to feel cold.

  Elian’s eyes tried to read her sincerity. “You kill my kind. How can I…”

  “I won’t. Not if you don’t want it.”

  “How can you just give up like this?” He was trying to find an answer. “You barely know me.”

  “And you knew nothing about me when you saved me. Again. And again. And again. You made me a prisoner, but now I think I understand why.” He looked at her, his hands still. “You felt guilty because you didn’t stop the man who hurt me that night. You let him run past and approached me instead. If you had stopped him, I would have found out about the poison and would have taken care of it that night instead of letting it fester.” Her eyes met his again. “Anyone else would have just shrugged it off, but you took responsibility for me, no matter what I did.”

  “But you left.”

  “I didn’t want to be trapped.”

  “My life is nothing but cages and traps. I can’t drag you into that world.”

  “You aren’t. I’m willingly following you. It’s not a promise of tomorrow or an expectation of what is to come. I just want to learn more about you and see if…”

  Elian leaned forward, his ability to resist all but gone. His kiss was deeper this time as his body pressed her to the ground. This time when he began to press against her, Annora felt only pleasure. As he pushed all the way inside of her, she moaned his name.

  The sun was nearly at its zenith when they finally stopped.

  Chapter 11

  Upon Waking

  Annora’s mind was muddled as she woke. The smell of meat cooking was strange because the ground under her was clearly not that of a tavern. And her body ached in ways she had never experienced before.