Chapter one of Savannah & Shaya Am I Fighting Battles, Or A War?
I hold my chin up high. Not many women enter the war. Not many have a pet dragon. Not many have pitch white hair at age eighteen. Not many had a sailor mouth. Not many wished they were a guy, so they wouldn’t be judged for how they are. Not many were all all those things. I do. That is me, Savannah, Savannah Koi. I was left in a broken down cottage on the outskirts of my town, Hillock, when I was four. It is a small town, with thick forest and my home. I have no memories of my prior family. I had been wandering and a family picked me up. Now I live with the Khi’s.
Vanity, my sister, is a year younger than me. She is overly needy, clingy, girly, and spoiled. I was spoiled too. I was just like her until I found a dragon egg. Only people who have a great destiny can find them. Vanity was over jealous. She tried breaking the egg. Luckily my father walked in. He saved my egg and grounded her for 3 days. I was so mad I moved into our older sister, Janet’s room.
Janet, is 3 years older than me. She has a pet fox, who is her world, named Kody. She understood why I was so upset and made me my own spot in her room. My parents made me move in when I started sleeping on my giant bean bag in the corner of her room. The thing had a six feet radius. Janet was the one person I have full conversations with. I am not shy. I am just not people friendly. I like people who make a impressive first impressions. Janet had found me. She had been the reason they adopted me. She was more like my mother but, I still loved Paul and Rain.
Paul and Rain, they were my adoptive parents. Paul was a work-a-colic and really never had time for any of us kids. He was the discipliner. The one to put his foot down. Rain on the other hand was always letting things slide unnoticed. She was the one you asked to go to parties and if you were allowed to do anything. She would normally agree, unless she wanted you home to do something, that was not often.
I walk up to the desk, Shaya is wrapped around me as usual. Her neck is on the back of mine, and her head is on my left shoulder. Her wings are curled up to her body and her tail is wrapped around my lower body, ending just bellow my but. Her all black scales shimmer in the sunlight. The men there look to be about in their twenties. This should be fun.
“Hello.” The guy with dark brown hair says. He looks up and I see him mentally strip me. His eyes lock on Shaya, who is fast asleep. She walked all the way here because of her wing being sore.
“Hi. I am Savannah Khi, from Hillock.” I see them search the list.
“Yep got you right here.” says the blonde. “lets just make sure this is you. I got a few questions okay?” I nod.
“Not interested in your ugly ass.” I reply just as quickly as to the others, I saw something like that coming. The brown haired guy chuckles. “Or yours” I say to him. A old black lady walks up and grabs them both my the ear.
“Get the hell outta here and stop tormenting the people.” she lets go and they stand there dumbfounded. “I am your adoptive mother, I may not of brought you into this world, but I will take you out. Go!” they scurry off. “I’m sorry miss. Okay so you're, Savannah, Savannah Khi?” I nod.
“Alright, go right on in honey, if you see my sons don’t hesitate to slap them upside the head if they try their shenanigans again okay.” I nod again. I am attempting to hold in laughter. “Oh my who is this.” She notices Shaya, and hustles around the desk.
“Oh this is Shay. She is sleeping, sore wing ended up walking next to me today.” I smile, I love when people talk about Shaya, its like talking about your children, but more impressive because my kid can fly, kill, and breath fire.
“Such a beauty, how old is she, she is tiny for a dragon.” this lady knows her stuff!
“Actually she is a runt. I don't think I could afford a full grown dragon.” I chuckle.
“Oh they are supposed to be made perfect for you, I guess she was huh?” we both laugh.
“Now will she be going into the battle with you?”
“Yes, she is an amazing fighter.”
“Okay then you need to go over here to amor first, here I will show you. Just let me grab my friend Linda.” she looks around and sees a thin and tall women and calls her over. Linda takes her place and begins filming people in. As we begin to walk I realize she hasn’t told me her name.
“I believe I don’t know your name.” I sate softly.
“Oh my name? It’s Shyanna. Strange name huh? Considering I am the opposite or shy” she chuckles.
“Ha. Yeah guess so. Where are we going?” My soft voice is real quiet amongst the rest of the crowd.
“Oh the Armory, and animal must be fitted with armor to protect them. We lose too many men, in your case women. From depression, when they loose their pets, they lose everything. You need special armor also, fitted to your body, because you have such a strong figure. Not just any armor will fit you.” I sigh this was true, as a women I should have curves, but I was as straight as a ruler. I had a female six pack! I mean I was happy for my flat stomach, it was nice. My breast were large, heavy, and bulky and really didn’t fit to me. My pitch white hair, and sapphire blue eyes, were abnormal, and so was I. All five foot, nine inches of me.
After being fitted I felt stiff and uncomfortable. I walk up to where the ring was. I had to prove I could fight, and well at that. I needed to battle along side Shaya to prove she could survive battle. This was my time to shine.
They call my name, Shay is alive, awake, and battle ready. She hisses and snarls. She loves battle, the thrill of it, we both do. I am in a black tight fitting sports bra that hold my breast in place so they don’t get themselves in the way. I also have a pair of shorts on. My general battle gear. I strap my belt to me, hooking my sword and my dagger to my waist. As I walk into the round shaped arena, I can feel peoples eyes lock on me. Thats right, I am a women. I battle, I slay, I kill, I love it. I tell them mentally. I slip on my leather gloves, buckling them around my wrist so they don’t slip. I roll my neck around a few times. I push my rings back further on my finger, my rhombus shaped diamond on the first ring that sits the furthest back on my right ring finger. The other is a gold band, it sits in front of a diamond ring. Rain gave it to me when I left, Janet gave me the diamond one. Vanity gave me a leather bracelet that straps onto my wrist, it is plain but I like it. I twist so my back cracks. I let myself get loose. I see Shaya going through her stretches too.
The man begins to laugh. He looks at me, he is about six feet tall. His hair is cut short and his muscles are huge. Not an easy battle. I see his dragon, it is humongous, . Shaya is not that big. He could easily kill her. I walk over to her. She climbs up me. “Go for the man, understand me?” she nods her little head. I love my communication with her. We understand one another, we work together in battle with no words. Only the communication is our body language, that only the other can decode.
The man laughs and turns to the announcer. “I wont fight a women!”
“Why are you to scared?” I holler across the arena. “Sexist maybe? Of course, you’re such a gentleman right?” I storm over to him, as his dragon tenses and Shaya runs to my side. “You scared?” I shove the man. “Huh?” I shove him again. “Fight! Fight me you weakling. You don’t want your dragon to kill me because of your petty guilt? Leave them out.” I turn to Shaya. “Shaya Stand Down.” She quickly goes and sits at the other side of the arena, she sits in the shadows, I can sense she is on edge but she obeys my orders. When I turn back the man has sent his dragon away, to be chained up. I watch in agony as the workers clamp cuffs on the dragons feet, four chains attach to one another under the dragon, to a ring in the middle, to a chain hooked to the wall. The dragon growls and hollers, he seems unhappy with the way he was chained. I see the men quickly muzzle him. That unfair treatment will be that dragons whole life.
Suddenly my hair is grabbed and I am pulled around to face my opponent. I grab my dagger. He goes to punch me but I move quickly. I think as I jump back, What is my task? To defeat him and be able to go to the war. How do I do this? He is obviously larger in height and strength. Is he in wits? Lets find out. I fake left and go right. He lunges left and I slice at his arm with my dagger. Blood trickles from his arm and surprisingly the some of the crowd cheers. The guy grabs my arm and shoves me down.
I hear Shaya growl from across the room, it seemed as though she was next to me. Next thing I knew she was, but she backed off after I gave her a look. Against her will, she obeys and backs off. The man slashes at my chest but doesn’t make contact with my skin. I roll out from under the man, who had been distracted by his dragon fighting it’s chains. I slash at his outer thigh. He falls down and I climb on top of him, punching his face. Another man comes over and pulls me off and announces me winner. Throwing a shawl over me, he says now the dragons have to fight to prove their worth. I walk over to Shaya. She climbs up up me and investigates my whole body. When she decides I am okay she sits in front of me waiting for instruction. “Underneath, is his weakest spot. His neck, also his face are good places to go for okay?” She cock her head, oh right, she needs straight instruction. I smile and kneel down to her height, placing my hands under heath her chin she nuzzles into them. I pull her close and kiss her forehead. “Stomach, Head, Neck.” She nods her head. I hug her close, I believe in her ability to fight, but I also believe that dragon needed to be chained and muzzled for a good reason. The announcer asks me if she is ready, I nod.
He goes to his stand. Then he yells, “Fight!” Turning to Shaya I nod and whisper “Stomach, head, neck, attack.” She bolts, using her speed she runs around the giant and it looks around with confusion. He spins around trying to figure out where Shaya went. She is bite size to him, and probably being as annoying as a fly that won’t leave your ear alone. Suddenly you I see a flash of black so across the dragons face, and he yells out in pain. You see blood trickling down his face. Another flash and his neck is bleeding. Another and his stomach is. Again I see flashes around him again. He tries but fails to chase Shaya, as he spins he loses his balance. The dragon falls with a thud and Shaya stands on top of the heavy breathing beast.
The announcer comes out. “You have proven you are good fighters, now you may go on.” Shaya comes over to me and climbs op me, she gets in her normal position and I shake the hand of the announcer. “I must say I am impressed. How do you think you are so good?” he smiles at me. shoving the microphone into my face.
“Practice, I do that a lot. Shaya and I work very well together, our attacks planned precisely. Appart we injure, together we annihilate.” I turn on my heel and walk away, the crowd cheers, but I am more worried about going to get something to eat.
