CHAPTER ONE: DRAGMIRE’S FIRST VICTIM


My other took a white horse that she alwayss called Scorn. She mounted, still holding me in her arms. Then, we rode out of the stables and away from the castle.

We didn’t get far from the castle before we were pursued. My mother made Scorn quicken her quiet trot into an all out gallop. She also lifted the hood on her cloak and held me closer to her. It was raining and she wanted to shield me from the pounding water.

We rode into the night, pursued by the goons from Damara, until we reached a dense forest. Scorn could not go through the trees, because they were so close together, so my mother dismounted and sent the horse away. Then, she hastened into the forest since the riders were still closing in.

She weaved through the trees until she came to a clearing and the edge of a cliff. Desperate to find a way down, she began walking along the edge. Then she heard voices.

“There you are!” a Moblin exclaimed as it stepped into the clearing.

A man stepped out after it. He was of the Gerudo race. “Give me the boy!” he bellowed.

My mother just glared at him, “Never! Not even in you wildest dreams!” The man just laughed and walked toward us. “Stay back!”

“Hand over the boy!”

“I’d sooner burn in Hell or die under the wrath of the Goddesses!”

“Then so be it!” The man signalled to the Moblin, and it charged forward.

My mother took one step back, held me closer to her, and drew a dagger from her belt. She and the monlin fought, my mother getting damaged quite badly since she was shielding me and fighting with one hand. But, after a while, the Moblin became vulnerable. My mother took the opportunity and plunged her dagger into its head. The Moblin struggled for a few moments, and then fell to the ground, dead.

The Gerudo man smirked and advanced toward my mother and me. In turn, my mother stepped back. The man laughed, “You put on a show like that and now you’re cowering away? How pathetic!” My mother took another step back, but lost her footing due to a serious injury on her leg. The man laughed at my mother again. “Just give me the boy and I promise that you can go free.” The man bent over and reached for me.

My mother laid in wait, and when his hand got close enough, she bit him. The man let out a grunt from the pain. “Damn woman!” He picked my mother up by her throat, but she kicked him in the groin, and her dropped her.

“I’ll never let you have my son, Dragmire!!” With that, my mother rolled off of the cliff, sending both of us plummeting towards the swift current of the river below.