Brimstone

Uninvited

When I woke it was dark outside. I looked up at my mother who had passed on. Her ghostly eyes staring up to the sky and a soft blue tinge to her lips. I leaned forward closing her eyes and kissing her forehead that was cold as ice. Tears rushed down my cheeks as her spirit was finally free. I washed her and dressed her in a white cotton dress. Then tucked her back into the bed for now brushing her hair and placing the blue phlox in her hands.

I had a fire lit for light in the night and it cracked in the hearth. Looking at the black chest there was a seal over the lock. It seemed like a place for a finger to be placed. Without thinking I placed my pointer finger there and it glowed as a metallic clicking sounded within the lock before it opened.

There were a few leather bond journals and books inside along with a picture of my father holding me as a young toddler. We looked alot alike except for my red hair. He seemed to be nothing more than a loving and proud father. What would my life have been like if he had been in it. If tragedy had never struck. The difference it would have made in my mother and myself.

It was calming to think they were finally back together flying in the sky's like they were meant to be. I stared into the flames of the fire as the aching pain of loss tore at my chest. I was alone now and I didn't know what to do with that.

I reached into the trunk and pulled out a black and dark red leather dress outfit. The material felt different than anything of this world and I had a suspicion that it was fireproof. It seemed to be made for me and I put it on along with the tall black leather boots. I looked into the tall mirror in the corner and almost didn't recognize myself. I looked like a dark and fiery warrior princess. I grabbed the picture off the table my mother had given me and placed it in the trunk along with a picture of her and I that sat on the nightstand.

I put my black headphones and all my music and books on the mountains, animals, and plants that I enjoyed. I felt like I was packing, but I didn't know what for. I just knew after laying my mother to rest tomorrow I could no longer stay here. I stared at her ring on the table and then slipped it upon my right index finger to remind me of my parents daily.

Suddenly there was a creak at the door and I whirled around to where the sound came from. I walked over angrily whipped the door open to be face to face with a large bulky man with strawberry hair and bushy beard. He was dressed in dark brown leather and fur with large boots. Seemingly disapproving of my manner in opening the door his face was stern.

"Who are you and what do you want!" I bellowed out fiercely unafraid of the large stranger that dawned my porch.

He looked me over without a word before looking over my shoulder to see my lifeless mother laying on the bed. That's when I saw it those sad blue eyes in his face. They were the same as hers. He stepped past me without a word in my direction. He knelt next to her holding her hand as I shut the door to the cottage behind him.

I stood there in silence watching him intently. He was so large he barely fit into our cottage. Finally he gently placed her hand back and stood up. Well as much as he could with his height and the low ceiling would allow. He turned to me then walked forward taking a seat at the table which I noticed he also barely fit at.

"I am Edan Rogan. Eira's twin brother, and I assume your uncle." He looked at me with a stern interest, but didn't offer anything else.

"If you are her brother where have you been? Why have I never met you?" I said not fully trusting him.

"I have continued to live where your mother and I were born. We are light and ice dragons. That was our powers and we lived up North of the Dragon Kingdom in the Winter Mountains. Your parents fled to the moral realm to hide you for your safety." He stated. His eyes never left my face.

"She said she was half dragon."

"We are halfbloods. Our mother fell in love with a moral man. Forbidden love that was not looked kindly upon. My grandfather burned my father alive, and our mother died in child birth. Your mother and I were treated like a nasty brand upon their family name. We weren't included, neglected, and abused our whole lives. Not even worthy to use their name we hold our human father's name." He stated the facts with no emotion. "Your mother was my little sister and I protected her the best I could. We were lucky to have a strong dragon lineage that we had strong and unique powers to defend ourselves. Not all dragons have powers."

"Powers?" I questioned.

"Yes, child why do you think I said we were light and ice dragons? Sit down. Do you have anything to eat I'm starving?" He grumbled.

I nodded slightly and began to make him a bowl of leftover beef stew from the night prior. He ate like a ravenous animal. I barely touched my bowl.

Finally looking up he said, "What is your name child?"

"Eileen Hayes."

He grunted. "Age?"

"I turned nineteen today."

He nodded. "Dragon?"

I shook my head and he looked disappointed.

"Look I don't know what you want from me. I just lost my mother the only person I have ever had in my life, and today she dropped the dragon bomb on me before she passed. I don't know what you were expecting from me. Something of giant proportions or what not, but it's just me here. Nothing more!" I shouted at him in frustration throwing my hands up in the air.

"Feisty like that wild hair upon your head." He grumbled as he finished the last bites of food pushing the bowl away. "You most definitely have a dragon even if you're a bit of a late bloomer. I'm sure it has something to do with your mother adding an extra safety measure. Did she leave you a letter of some kind?"

"No."

"Well, your father seems to have left you a custom made dragon realm outfit maybe her letter is wherever you got that from." He smirked.

I went back to the black chest digging further I found a dragon tiara with rubies, diamonds, and fire opals. I pushed it to the side as I didn't feel like any kind of princess. There it was a black envelope with golden loop writing of my mother's spelling out my name. I lifted it out of the box closing the lid afterwards.