The young girl was screaming and fighting him with all her might, he was too big and too strong for her to have any type of chance against him. Dragonet dropped the bag of food, and pursued after him. Pushing him away from the village people, but they followed. Bull was laying down a row of fire right in front of the stranger, stopping him from proceeding any farther. Images flashed through her mind; of the dead, she had seen the thought of their fate at the hands of these creatures. Something changed in her. She began to burn, fiery power gathered from deep within her body. The power grew stronger Dragonet became a warrior. Without any thought or hesitation Dragonet swords were drawn.
She could hear a voice. “Let the swords be part of you Dragonet. They will respond to the slightest movement and thought.” The voice told her the dragons created them by the energy of white magic. Of the dragon’s breath and carry the Blue flame of light over the blade. “Follow his lead and be one with the swords.” She yelled at the stranger to put the girl down. He tossed her aside and pulled his sword. Dragonet stood facing the man sideways, her head turned staring at