Born Of Legends (Beasts of the Uk- The Final Chapter)

Part 1- Just Like History Ffion   The world was wrong. It used to be different. Or so I had been told. I couldn’t remember it being anything but hell. But My brother, Rhydian used to tell me stories when we were younger. He had tried his best to make me remember the good times. The truth was I was too young to remember before the last battle, the memories he planted in my mind weren’t my own. They were his. I used to get jealous that he had them when I didn’t. That he had good times and parents that loved him when all I had was constant training and an Uncle Anton that, even though he loved me was more a drill sergeant than a doting uncle.  Still, it was times like these that I was glad of the training. Glad of the skills that he had given me. There was a new dragon in town. One that I hadn’t sensed before. He had appeared a week ago. And it was purely by chance that I had caught his scent. Any new shifters in the city were closely monitored, that was our job. We could never be too careful. And this one was so new I had never smelt anything like him before. If I was honest with myself, he had piqued my interest. The way he moved about the streets like he owned them, not a care in the world. Only dragons under the Mad Ones influence had that kind of bravado.  Only they were that cocky. Damn council. Not looking where I was going, my foot caught on the half-destroyed curb edge, and I tumbled forwards. I swore long and low under my throat. Cursing the heavy boots on my feet and my lack of concentration. I was meant to not be drawing attention to myself. Falling with a girly scream would not be good for business. In fact, if Anton ever found out then he would quite possibly kill me. The old dragon had a temper on him. I had a job to do. And it was one I took very seriously. I was to neutralise the threat. And I had no doubt that the dark-haired man I was stalking was a threat. He was the Councils man, through and through. And we had enough of those to deal with. After tonight, it would be one less. I wouldn’t let this stranger take up residence in my city. I wouldn’t allow him to threaten the lives of the shifters and humans that lived in it. I froze in the shadows, as he turned into a familiar street. One that I had seen him visit numerous times in the weeks I had been following him. A street full of humans. I had already done my research. He always went to the same house and was welcomed by the same middle-aged couple. Hell, they welcomed him like he was a long-lost son. I couldn’t understand it. Why would a human couple, any human couple welcome a dragon into their midst?  Shifters were the enemy. Even the ones that worked thanklessly in the shadows trying to keep them safe. The ones like me. This newcomer wasn’t part of the resistance. If he had been I would have known about it.  Crouching against the shadows of a wall, I watched as he disappeared through the back gate. Calmness flowed over me like it always did. I could wait. I could be patient. Before the sun rose the stranger would be dead, and there would be one less black hearted monster in the world. Already I could feel my magic brewing. The iciness of it, counteracting the fire I got from my father’s blood. Dragon and Witch that was me. I would make it quick and then move on. I didn’t enjoy my work, although taking the lives of my own kind didn’t keep me up at night. Not anymore. They had chosen the wrong side, put their lot in with evil and it was my job to stop them. Well, me and a few others. The cursed few of the resistance who still tried to fight against the evilness of the Council. Most people, those people that were closest to me, still called me by my chosen name. Ffion Llewelyn. Daughter of the legendary Welsh dragon Dewi and his mate, the all powerful witch, turned Oracle Amelia. Others had less flattering names for me. My favourite was assassin. That one had a nice ring to it. I was the shadow that stalked the darkness. It happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to react until it was too late. A breath moved the hair that had fallen loose around my face and the sharp prick of a blade was pressed against my throat. I froze. I didn’t know how he had managed to get behind me, but somehow, he had. The arm not holding the knife to my throat tightened around my waist, bringing me flush against his front as he stepped back out of sight of the street and any passing cars that might happen by. I didn’t struggle. I forced myself to be calm. No one had ever bested me before and I wasn’t sure how to react now. What I needed to do was make a plan. “Why have you been following me?” Something fluttered in my stomach, like butterflies taking flight. The voice was a rich baritone, smooth as velvet and as tempting as chocolate. “I’m not.” I managed to squeak. Unless I could take control of this situation then I would have to pass this job onto someone else. He would be expecting me. If of course he let me live. “Honest I’m not, I was just taking a walk and….” The words died on my lips as he turned me, slamming my back against the wall. The knife didn’t waiver. “Stop lying and tell me why you’ve been following me to my parents’ house?” Tilting my chin up so I could look at him finally, I blinked. “Your parents?” I frowned. What the hell was happening here? He was a dragon, full blooded, pure dragon. There was no way he could have human parents. Not even one. “I’m not.” I started to say again, and the tip of the blade pierced my throat. The tiniest of scratches. It forced my head up higher. My eyes clashed, with his gold blue ones. God they were pretty eyes. The butterflies in my stomach turned into a hurricane, my mouth was suddenly dry. It was like the world sucked the oxygen from my lungs. MATE. He reeled backwards, as if he had been hit in the chest by some invisible force. He felt it as well. The sudden pull. The sudden lust. “Heavens you are ….” I didn’t let him finish. Ducking out from beneath his arm I took off down the street. I didn’t want to hear him say it. I didn’t want him to call me beautiful or look at me with the softness I had seen creeping up in his eyes. I ran, my legs pumping hard as I sprinted to get away from him. He had felt it as well, just like I had. The mate bond clicking into place. But how was it possible and how was it fair? I couldn’t be destined to spend my life with a dragon that belonged to the council. A man I had been tasked with killing.