Chapter sixteen

“Turab, we can’t fight off this wind dragon anymore!” Yelled Andrew. He was a red-haired skinny youth, about 16 years old, dressed in clothes that were far too big for him. Turab, on the other hand, was bulky and broad. Bright blue eyes shone from under his messy, ash hair. “Hold on, Anderew! We almost got it cornered, but you panicked!” He yelled.”Get yourself together!” “I’m trying!” Cried Andrew. He never considered himself particularly strong or capable of doing so much as pinning down a young wind dragon, whose only powers were to breathe out obscuring clouds of steam and to send rain, hail and snow. Turab and Andrew were like Yin and Yang, different, but good friends.
Nume watched the fight closely. Something unseen kept her from interfering, although she wanted to help badly. A little thread that kept her away burst. Next thing Nume knew, she was on the ground. With the might of two months of vigorous training, she assassinated the dragon with one slash. Andrew and Turab looked at her like at a god of fighting. Andrew dropped his sword. A beast they fought for hours was dead. He felt relieved. The young girl was not only strong, but beautiful too. Andrew desperately wanted to know her name.So he asked. "Could I know your name?" "I am called Nume." She answered.