Allira just got back from the first day of classes and she placed her bag on the floor. She went to the ref to grab a yogurt and proceeded to turn on her laptop. The younger members of the Order, the organization that helped in rescuing and saving the Fire-wielders when they were attacked by the dragons, run a website where all the Slayers get everything they need. The website is masked as a second-hand book exchange shop and there are several security portals in order for you to get in. If you make a single mistake, your computer will be terminated. It was kind of handy in keeping track of what you need to do. Less paperwork too.
Allira was informed that her three Slays over this weekend has been cleaned up. The Cleaners usually come and take the Slays in order to prevent the norm from finding out. Allira never asked where they were taken or what were done to them. They preferred to have the dragons rather half-dying than dead. And they always praised Allira for always making the cleanest cuts and for causing the least damage.
Satisfied, Allira turned off her laptop and proceeded to run a bath. She deserved it after a weekend of good hunting. She turned on some music, stripped off her clothes and dipped in the warm bath. She closed her eyes in order to relax and fall asleep.
A small girl with bright, green eyes and long dark hair waded into the lake. They were in a really, really deep part of the woods; the perfect place for training. She had been left alone while her mentor has gone to hunt some dragons after detecting dragon activity. She was ordered to practice her knife throwing skills while he was gone. But the girl had been hungry. It's been 2 hours since her mentor had left her. She had been trained to hunt ever since she learned how to crawl, it'd be easy enough for an 8 year old girl to hunt some fish. But the girl has never been in a lake. She forgot that she didn't know how to swim.
Her foot slipped on something underwater and she felt panic rise up in her throat. Something caught her legs and she was kicking it helplessly under the dark murky water. She couldn't get up for air and she's already dropped her weapon. There's something in an 8-year-old's mind that you never understand. They're so young and carefree and danger doesn't really register to them until they are in the brink of dying.
Just then, a pair of two small hands grabbed at her waist, pulling her out of the water as she still kicked and fought whatever held her legs. She had been afraid then. Her true fear only came once she realized she would get in trouble with her mentor. She had stopped kicking then, coughing up water as she was being dragged into shallow waters by another figure she did not recognize. Finally, she stood up on her own, still holding on to the figure who had saved her. Much to her surprise, it was a boy with dark hair and even darker eyes. She was surprised. Was he another dragon-slayer in training? No one was supposed to be in these parts of the wood.
But before she or he could say anything, a loud scream of anguish was heard all over the woods. It sounded like a dragon. The boy had then looked at the direction of the scream and yelled "No!!!" as he ran towards it. But as he got to the beach another figure had taken him. He trashed and fought in every way possible. "Daddy! Daddy!" He screamed over and over again. The figure, which the girl had figured out to be a woman, held him close. The girl couldn't hear what she was saying, all she could hear was his loud sobbing cries calling for his dad. Then it hit her: he was crying for the dragon. The dragon that her mentor had just slayed. It was his father. And then suddenly she was angry because they killed her daddy too. They killed her mom and her whole family.
She stomped towards them, fire burning in her core. She no longer felt the cold touch of her wet clothes sticking to her skin. Her dark hair matted around her face but her face was determined. She could do it, too. She would kill them. The same way they killed her family. Did she even scream then? Did she get a chance to cry? She couldn't remember. She was only an infant when they were mercilessly slaughtered.
But the woman had looked up before the girl had even gone half-way through the beach. She gathered up the boy in her arms and ran the opposite direction. "But, mommy, wait! They'd kill her too!" He cried in his mother's arms, pointing to the little girl. His mother didn't even look back at her as she said. "She's one of them, Ryo. She'd kill us too."
Just then Allira woke up, bolting straight up from the tub. The water had gone cold. She quickly got out of the tub and covered herself in a towel. She stared at herself in the mirror. The bright green eyes were still there, but the little girl wasn't. What his mother was true. Had she known they were dragons, she would've probably killed them too. They were probably dead by now anyway. Allira sprayed water on her face. She put on some clothes and decided to head out for dinner.
Allira Strongborne arrived at her new place; a small studio-type apartment right a few blocks away from Oxford University. The place was small, cozy. It was fully-furnished, as her new locations always are. She'll have to send a message soon to her Circle Master.