Chapter 2: The Flame Within

📖 The Dragonborn Girl

Chapter 2: The Flame Within

The morning after the raid was heavy with silence. Smoke still curled from burned huts, and the villagers worked grimly to repair what was lost. Yet no one dared look at Lyra. Some avoided her entirely, crossing the street as if she were made of plague.

Lyra sat alone near the stream, knees pulled to her chest. Her reflection stared back at her in the water—eyes glowing faintly gold, thin scales glittering at her temples. She touched them with trembling fingers.

“Monster…” she whispered to herself.

But in the reflection, the water shimmered. For a heartbeat, she saw not her own face, but that of a great dragon—majestic, fierce, and sorrowful.

“Child.”

The voice startled her. Selene approached, leaning on her cane. Her old eyes, however, were sharp as ever.

“You must not fear what you are,” Selene said.

Lyra shook her head. “The villagers do. They hate me.”

“Because they do not understand. Fear breeds cruelty.” Selene knelt by her side. “Listen carefully, Lyra. The fire inside you is not a curse. It is a gift. Dragons once soared across these skies. They were guardians of balance, keepers of ancient knowledge. But they vanished, hunted by men who craved their power. You are the last spark of their legacy.”

Lyra’s heart pounded. “You mean… I’m part of them?”

“Yes. And the flame within you will one day burn brighter than any.”

Before Lyra could reply, the sound of boots thudded behind them. A group of villagers approached, led by a burly man named Garron, the blacksmith. His face was hard, his hands clenched into fists.

“She can’t stay here,” Garron said. “Last night proved it. What happens next time she loses control? Will she burn our homes? Our children?”

A murmur of agreement rose from the others.

Lyra’s chest tightened.

Selene stood tall despite her age. “Without her, you would all be dead. Do you not see? She saved you!”

“She revealed what she truly is,” Garron snapped. “And what she is does not belong in Eryndor.”

Lyra felt the heat rising in her chest again, her anger stoking the fire within. She closed her fists, afraid the flames would burst out.

“Stop!” she cried. “I don’t want this! I didn’t ask to be… like this!”

Her voice cracked, but smoke still escaped her lips. The villagers recoiled in terror.

Selene placed a hand on Lyra’s shoulder, whispering, “Breathe, child. Control the fire. The flame obeys you, not the other way around.”

Lyra shut her eyes, inhaled deeply, and imagined the fire curling into a ball within her chest, still and calm. Slowly, the heat subsided.

When she opened her eyes, the villagers were already backing away.

That night, Selene prepared a small satchel with food, herbs, and a dagger.

“You cannot stay here,” she said gently. “Their fear will only grow. And your path… lies beyond these mountains.”

Lyra’s hands trembled as she took the satchel. “But where will I go?”

“To the city of Aeloria,” Selene answered. “There you may find knowledge about your kind… and perhaps others who will accept you. Seek the Temple of Flames. They will know what you are.”

Lyra bit her lip. “Will I see you again?”

Selene’s eyes softened. “When the stars are kind. But remember, my child—though you leave this village, you are never alone. The fire is with you. Always.”

That night, Lyra dreamt of fire and wings. She saw mountains crumble, rivers turn to steam, and armies clashing under a blood-red sky. In the midst of it, a shadow loomed—a figure draped in black armor, holding chains that bound dragons.

When she awoke, her heart hammered in dread. She did not know who the figure was, but deep down, she knew it was tied to her fate.

At dawn, Lyra stood at the village’s edge. Few dared to see her off. Even Garron, the blacksmith, stood with arms crossed, glaring. But one small boy, the same she had saved the night before, ran up to her.

He held out a wooden carving of a bird.

“For you,” he said shyly. “You’re not a monster. You’re like this bird… free.”

Lyra’s eyes filled with tears. She hugged the boy, then turned to the path leading out of Eryndor.

The mist rolled down from the mountains, swallowing the village behind her. With every step, the fire inside her pulsed stronger, guiding her forward.

She whispered to herself,

“I don’t know what I am… but I will find out. And whatever awaits me, I won’t run anymore.”

The wind shifted, carrying her words away. Somewhere, far beyond the mountains, something stirred—as if the world itself had heard her vow.

✨ End of Chapter 2: The Flame Within ✨

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