Third Person POV
Two years had passed. The world was fractured by conflict, shadowed by the ever-present threat of dragon raids.
The initial explosion had shaken the foundations of Kaida’s small room, but the tremors had subsided into a dull, familiar ache. She lay curled in her bed, not cowering, but observing. The attacks were frequent now, and Kaida, even at her young age, understood the chaos. Dragons were simply… reasonable in their fury.
Then came the sound of splintering wood. A dragon burst through the window, not a mature beast of war, but a fledgling, barely larger than a housecat. It landed clumsily, scattering shards of glass. It didn’t roar in triumph, but whimpered, a desperate sound. It scrambled under the worn wooden dresser, curling into a ball, trembling.
Kaida watched it with a detached curiosity. The baby dragon’s fear was palpable. Its movements were frantic, searching, then collapsing into a defensive posture.
She tilted her head. Dragons always fascinated her. She slid off her bed, her feet landing softly on the worn floorboards. A slight flinch as she moved, but the dragon’s gaze snapped to her. She stared back, absorbing every detail. She reached for her sketchbook and charcoal, her fingers already itching to capture the creature’s essence.
The drawing came quickly. The dragon was a wash of pale blue, its wings a delicate azure streaked with violet. Large, galaxy-hued eyes held a startling depth. Fur lined the back of its legs, flowing into a medium-length tail tipped with the same soft fur. A faint infinity symbol shimmered near its wing. It was a creature unlike any she’d seen before.
“What *are* you?” she murmured, sketching furiously. A new species, perhaps?
She lowered her sketchbook and approached the dresser, her movements slow and deliberate. The baby dragon whimpered, instinctively backing further into the darkness.
“It’s okay,” Kaida said softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I won’t hurt you.” She extended her hand, palm open, offering a silent invitation. “I’m on your side.”
Hesitantly, the dragon uncurled. It crept forward, sniffing Kaida’s hand with cautious curiosity. A smile touched her lips. She stroked its scales gently, and a low purr rumbled in its chest.
“Aw. You’re so sweet, like an Angel!” Kaida breathed, her voice filled with wonder. “I’ll call you Angel, okay?”
The dragon responded by launching itself onto Kaida, showering her face with affectionate licks. She laughed, a bright, joyful sound that echoed in the room.
Another roar echoed from outside, louder, more threatening. Angel responded with a small, echoing roar of her own. She darted towards the window, then paused, turning back to Kaida.
Kaida dusted herself off, rising to her feet. She walked over to Angel and hugged her tightly. “Bye Angel. Hopefully, Thor will make our paths cross again.” She smiled, and Angel launched herself into the sky, her roar fading into the distance.
Kaida watched her go, watching all the dragons flee.
“I really hope we do meet again, Angel.”
It was a quiet moment, a secret shared between a girl and a dragon. A beginning.