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Asphodel's Echoes

Chapter 1 (In Progress) Asphodel

Asphodel's POV

Four years ago my parents died. Four years I've been wandering, alone. Four years since I've discovered what I can do.

Loneliness is a funny thing, isn't it? It's always with you, sometimes you can ignore it, others you can't help but acknowledge it's presence. I guess I'm not completely alone, I have Echo. Echo is my dwarfed dragon companion. I found him during my travels, he was close to death, so, I saved him and he's kept me company since then.

I travel around all the time, I don't have a place to call home so I wander. I never stay in one place very long. During my travelings I meet lots of nice people, but I just can't let myself stay, not without worrying.

I can manipulate the weather. I can make it rain, snow, hail, anything. I can summon a tornado on the clearest day. I can also summon spirits, and talk to them. Despite what you may think, it's not actually that cool. It's kind of annoying actually, everywhere I go I can sense them.

When I'm traveling I wear a black cloak with a matching dress that reaches just above my knee underneath, and dark gray tights. Otherwise when I'm in a town a wear my silk blue cloak, so that I don't look unusual. Most people already have suspicions about me because of the tattoo by my left eye, it's a black line that comes to a curve at the end with another curved black line branching off of it and white dots around it. My pale skin and contrasting black hair most likely play a part in their suspicions too. Most probably think I'm a vampire.

I usually carry two daggers with me, best not to rely only on my fighting skills. If I'm expecting a fight, I'll grab my sword and conceal it under my cloak.

I see a town in the distance. "Well, Echo, looks like that's where we're going next." He nods and lays down on my shoulder.

As I walk into the town, I notice how run down it is. It looks like no one's lived here in years. I walk into the house Echo told me. As I walk around, I notice that there are many paintings, most are gloomy. The walls are dark brown and there are chipped pots strewn about.

I hear some rustling and snap my head in that direction. It is a man in a long coat. He must be Henry. I look over at Echo, he makes a small noise. The man looks at Echo, his eyes widen. He turns and whispers something. This guy is crazy, I thought. Then I feel someone breathing on my neck.

I whip around and grab the person by their neck. It's another man. He tries to pry my hand off his neck and fails. I'm much stronger than him, and faster. I hear someone running from behind me, I pretend not to notice and twist to hit them when they got too close. I didn't realize there were three men. The third caught me off guard and grabbed Echo. I regret not having brought my daggers with me.

I try to him in the face but one of the men on the ground grabs my other leg and I fall. I quickly get up and chase after the man who has Echo. He gets on a horse and starts riding away. I run after him, I'm almost in arms reach of the horse's tail, when I feel a sharp pain. I look down and see an arrow protruding from my leg. One of the men shot me.