Chapter 3: The Call to Adventure

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📖 The Dragonborn Girl

Chapter 3: The Call to Adventure

The path winding out of the Cloudspire Mountains was treacherous, but Lyra pressed forward. The morning mist clung to her skin, and the air was sharp with pine and frost. Every step felt heavy, as if the weight of the villagers’ stares still lingered on her back.

But ahead lay freedom. And destiny.

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For two days she traveled, eating sparingly from Selene’s satchel. At night she camped beneath the stars, listening to the howl of wolves in the distance. Her dreams were filled with fire and wings, always circling back to the black-armored figure who chained dragons in shadow.

By the third morning, Lyra’s strength waned. Her feet blistered, and hunger gnawed at her. She knelt by a stream to drink when a rustle came from the bushes.

She froze.

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A bandit leapt out, blade drawn. His teeth were yellow, his eyes greedy.

“Well, well,” he sneered. “A little bird lost in the woods. Hand over the satchel, girl.”

Lyra’s chest tightened. She could feel the fire rising inside her. But what if she lost control again? What if she burned the whole forest?

The bandit lunged.

Instinct took over. Lyra sidestepped, grabbed a fallen branch, and struck his arm. The blade clattered to the ground. But before she could breathe, two more bandits emerged, circling her.

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“Looks like we found ourselves a fighter,” one jeered.

Lyra backed against a tree, her heart pounding. She could feel the heat growing inside, begging to be released.

“Please… don’t,” she whispered.

The bandits laughed. One raised his knife—

Suddenly, an arrow whistled through the air and struck the knife clean from his hand. The bandits spun, cursing.

A figure stepped from the trees.

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He was a young man, clad in leather armor, a bow slung across his back. His dark hair fell to his shoulders, and his eyes—sharp, steady—locked onto the bandits.

“Three against one girl? Pathetic,” he said coldly. “Run now, and maybe you’ll keep your lives.”

The bandits hesitated. The man drew another arrow with deliberate slowness. That was enough. With snarls of frustration, they fled into the woods.

Lyra stood trembling, the fire in her chest still burning for release.

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“Are you hurt?” the man asked, lowering his bow.

Lyra shook her head. “N-no. Thank you.”

He studied her a moment. “You’re far from any village. What are you doing out here alone?”

Lyra hesitated. She couldn’t reveal her secret to a stranger. “I… left my home. I’m heading to Aeloria.”

The man’s brow rose. “Aeloria? That’s weeks away. Dangerous roads, worse than those fools you just met.” He slung his bow over his shoulder. “Name’s Kael. I’m a ranger. I know these woods. If you’re smart, you’ll travel with me.”

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Lyra looked at him uncertainly. Trust did not come easily. But Selene’s words echoed in her mind: Though you leave this village, you are never alone.

She nodded. “I’m Lyra.”

Kael gave a small smile. “Then let’s keep moving before those cowards bring friends.”

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Over the next days, they traveled together. Kael was skilled in the wilds, catching rabbits for food, finding safe camps. He spoke little, but when he did, it was with quiet certainty.

Lyra kept her secret, though it grew harder to hide. More than once she woke from nightmares with smoke curling from her lips. Kael pretended not to notice, but she caught him watching her with sharp, curious eyes.

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On the fifth night, they reached the edge of the forest. Before them stretched the Ashen Plains, a vast expanse of blackened earth. Charred trees jutted from the soil like broken bones, and the air smelled faintly of sulfur.

“What happened here?” Lyra asked, shivering.

Kael’s gaze hardened. “Dragonfire. Long ago, during the last war of scales. This land never healed.”

Lyra’s breath caught. She stared at the wasteland, her chest burning with a strange mix of sorrow and longing.

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They had barely stepped onto the plains when the ground trembled. A deep, guttural growl rolled through the air.

From the cracked earth rose a massive creature—its body twisted, scales black as coal, eyes glowing with sickly green light. A corrupted beast, born of fire and shadow.

“A drake,” Kael hissed, drawing his bow. “But… it’s tainted.”

The monster roared, charging at them.

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Kael loosed an arrow, striking its flank, but the beast barely flinched. Lyra’s chest flamed with heat, her heart hammering. She could feel the fire clawing at her throat, demanding release.

“Kael!” she cried. “Run!”

“No,” he growled, loosing another arrow. “We fight!”

But Lyra knew arrows alone would not fell this monster.

She clenched her fists. The fire inside surged. Her skin shimmered with bronze scales, her eyes blazing gold.

“No more hiding,” she whispered.

She opened her mouth and roared—

And a torrent of fire erupted, engulfing the drake in searing flame.

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When the fire cleared, the beast lay writhing, its corruption burning away until nothing remained but ash.

Lyra fell to her knees, gasping. Smoke curled from her lips, her hands still glowing.

Kael stood frozen, bow lowered, staring at her with wide eyes.

“You…” he breathed. “You’re… dragonborn.”

Lyra’s heart clenched. The secret was out.

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✨ End of Chapter 3: The Call to Adventure ✨

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