A middle aged woman sat on a rock in the outskirts of Anyx Trine. A few dragonets circled around her, incessantly asking her to retell the story: the story about the Moon-Skinned. The woman pat the rock next to her. The small and inquisitive dragons found their sitting spots and she began reciting the story with a soft and melodious voice.
“A thousand years past, there was a huntress in the forest. Her eyes were red and-”
“Like yours?”
“-yes like mine, and her skin was pale like ash-”
“Like yours!?”
“Let Ceres finish!”
“Where was I? Ah yes. It was the miqo’te’s turn to hunt for food for her family. She saw a beast and tracked it to a river. She readied her bow swiftly. She waited for when the beast lowered her guard to drink water. But she was not the only one after the beast. Oh no, an unexpected hunter was also after the prize and it was not just any hunter… It was?”
“A mighty dragon!”
“Yes! Hundreds of years old, this dragon swooped down from the clouds to claim his prize. But the huntress did not flinch. She fired her arrow. It found its target and felled the beast just as the claws took him and flew away. The dragon noticed, however, that the beast was already dead and it swooped back down to look for the huntress. ‘Come out, child of man. You who hunt faster than my kind, come and claim your prize’. The mighty dragon walked away from the dead beast, keeping their eyes to the forest. First the dragon heard some rustling in the brush, and then the steps of the huntress as she came out, bow in hand. ‘We are taught to leave the dragons be and stay away from your hunt.’ She said as she cautiously approached. ‘I will not feed my brood a prey I did not kill, moon-skinned child.’ The woman nodded and stepped closer. She did not take her eyes from the dragon as she motioned to the forest. A few more miqo’te’s emerged carrying a pole and rope to tie and carry the beast. They rushed about to work as the dragon and the woman stared at each other. ‘Eyes like blood and skin gray like the greater moon. I will remember you, moon-skinned child. Do not think your arrow will always find prey faster than I’. With a scoff the dragon took flight again.”
“What happened next?”
“The woman took the dragon's words to heart, a challenge she would not turn down. Her sense of smell was a notch above the rest and she managed to find the places where he hunted. She purposely found game in those clearings to challenge him back. They didn't speak much, but a friendly rivalry was evident. Sometimes she won; sometimes the dragon had the upper hand. They never told each other their names but the dragon always called her by her ashen skin. On the dragon’s tongue they called her…”
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