Honor Bound

Whilst tidying up Alessia's leather boots after her sprained ankle was bandaged, a young soldier around her age came up to her. He sat next to her on the wooden bench and nervously scratched the tip of his nose. His freckles showed as his curly ginger hair stood in the way of his doe emerald eyes. "A-Alessia Roffa? Is that you? I mean, I know that's you but—" She cut him off, raising a brow at him. "What do you need?""Oh, uhm. . .I've heard you're off to a new mission soon," he dragged his words in nervousness, which only piqued Alessia's irritation more. See, she's not about socializing. She's more about s

The world around Alessia stopped. The flow of her time was interrupted by the shock that took its time sinking in as she felt the blood gushing from her abdomen. She was stone-shelled for a moment as her eyes just stared back at the perpetrator, wide-eyed and in disbelief. It had been years since she felt real pain. She had always considered her combat skills above average, but that was only on a human-scale. Because she was quite sure the perpetrator is no human, because his eyes glinted a shade of gold and his skin shone like scales. Her reflexes weren't good enough against him. She wasn't good enough. Against dragons. 

The moon is at its peak and the village is sound asleep, but Alessia's thoughts remained screaming in her head. Her mind replayed the fight that occurred earlier and how she didn't even grow suspicious of Clyde. He went up against a dozen men, some of which doubled his size, but still defeated them and left the battle without a single wound. Isn't he just a merchant? She scoffed. How had she not thought of him like this before? The shreds of evidence were right in front of her. His golden blood, him referring to the Dragons as his comrades, his mesmerizing hazel eyes—an eye color rare for low-class merchants—and his presence. The way he carried himself and the air around him oozed anything but indigency. He threw those bodies

The raiders' flag was dyed black with a white triangle as the background of the gray skull at the center. They were planted on top of the armored nuclear cannons, a destructive vehicle that has been torturing them under fire for a while now. If those weapons continue for a few more hours, then the entire village will be wiped out with no survivors. "Duck!" Alessia yelled at the family she was escorting upon spotting a cannon aimed their way. They were bombarded with a swarm of bullets which luckily didn't hit anybody. Once the rain of bullets ended, she first stood up behind the stack of hay and roamed her eyes around. The coast was clear so she ushered the family to the horse stables far enough from where the raiders came from and helped them ride on horses to gallop away from the village. She could overhear a

Under the comfort of the cabin, the three heroes of Hiscoun Village are gathered around the world map and are discussing where they're off to next. Initially, Clyde planned to go with his comrades but given the situation, he has no other choice but to tag the two females with him. They're both credible, but one is dodgy and the other is naïve of the world beyond the forest. And although he's confident in his own skills, he can't execute this mission alone. He'll need an accomplice or two. Which is why he has no other choice."If we need allies, the best we can run to is to Caelum," Alessia suggested, her meaningful gaze lingering on Clyde. "They have the best soldiers in the world, despite them being human." "No. I doubt Caelum will lend support to a creature like me," he opposed, scoffing. Alessia clenched her jaw. "How about Sirvakha? They've been keeping to themselves for 50 years now and have vowed to only allow dragons past their walls. I'm