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The next morning, Crymson was the first to wake. Dawnfire was still sleeping, his sides rising and falling as he breathed deeply. Crymson did not try to wake him; rather she enjoyed the comfort of knowing that she was safe. She sat there, thinking: of all the crazy things she had hoped for, this was something she would have never thought of. Crymson’s thoughts strayed to the people she once believed were her parents. She had promised her foster mother that she would contact her once she was settled. Crymson winced at the thought that she may never have a family again as she once had. Crymson could not deny the fact that she had been happy living a normal life. She glanced at Dawnfire and knew that she was wrong to think of her old ways. This was a once in a lifetime experience; something that people had believed to have died or not even existed. She was glad to know that she was going to live it and Crymson realized that she would never abandon Dawnfire and her duties. Another hour passed before Dawnfire stirred. He opened his bright black eyes and turned to look at Crymson.
‘Have you been up this entire time?’ Dawnfire asked, yawning. His strong jaws opened widely, exposing his sharp white teeth.
‘Yes. I have been thinking.’ Crymson thought, stretching herself as well.
‘I know.’
‘How?’
‘I was dreaming it. Your thoughts transfer to my dreams if we’re not careful.’
Crymson was surprised at the news that she could affect Dawnfire’s dreams, but she understood it all the same. Dawnfire got to his feet and rubbed his hard scales against a tree. The tree shook threateningly but did not break. Crymson did not try to hide her grin.
“So what now?” Crymson asked, sitting cross-legged on the leaf-strewn dirt.
‘You must get the provisions we need.’ Dawnfire said.
“You’re not coming with?” Crymson asked. As soon as the question left her mouth, her cheeks burned red as she realized how stupid the question was. Dawnfire said nothing but let out a strange growl; Crymson deciphered it as a Dragon laugh.
“Right. So where will I find this Caradie?”
Dawnfire the directions and told her to be careful with her words. Crymson smiled and hugged her Dragon, reassuring him over and over. Dawnfire blew smoke at her and said,’Go.’
Crymson waved away the smoke and started off at a jog toward the city of London. She reached the city soon enough and started to wander the endless streets, dodging people and veichles. The sight was overwhelming and Crymson stopped to admire buildings every once in awhile. Crymson had never been to London or anywhere close. In fact, Crymson could not remember ever leaving her town. Of course she now knew that was wrong. She had probably traveled loads of places with Dawnfire. Now and then she would hear Dawnfire humming a song that she did not know in her head. Crymson was glad for the prescence that he gave her; she didn’t feel so alone in the large city.
Crymson got lost a couple of times and had Dawnfire correct her path. She finally reached her destination and stopped in shock. The store was only a small boutique—and it wasn’t even open. There was a large CLOSED sign hanging from the door. The shop did not even look used. There was dust in the windowsill and the window was broken. Crymson told Dawnfire this and all he said was, ‘Enter, do not ask questions.’
Crymson did as he said and pushed open the door. No one noticed, as they were all preoccupied with their own matters.
The inside of the store was completely different on the inside, it made Crymson stop in her tracks and stare at its abnormality. It was very warm and inviting, as there was a roaring fire in a stone fireplace. There were rows of objects from plants, books, weapons of all sizes—Crymson realized there were no modern weapons, such as guns—, to stacks of parchment and quills and ink. There was also an odd assortment of animal saddles and tack in a corner. The size of the shop overwhelmed her. There were so many different items and Crymson was unaccostumed to all of them.
“I’ll be right there!” Crymson heard a voice shout from the back of the store. The voice matched the air of the store, warm and caring. Crymson made her way towards the back and stopped at a wooden counter. There was an odd assortment of jewelry spread out across the top of the counter. Crymson was admiring a necklace that sported a red gem encircled in gold, when she heard footsteps coming towards her. She looked up to see a tall woman with light red hair that fell in curls to the middle of her back appear out of a small door. Her eyes were the brightest blue Crymson could imagine. The woman’s skin was pale but it glowed in radiance that Crymson envied. The woman smiled and nodded toward the necklace.
“Real, that is. Carved from the Elhgmar Mountains by a team of dwarves. I paid a high price for that.” She smiled fondly at it.
“It’s really quite beautiful. What kind of gem is it?” Crymson asked.
“Tunivel Gem. An elvish gem, only found in the Gringol’s cavern. That’s where the elves hid from, well… you know.” The woman said, a faint shadow crossed her gorgeous features. Crymson did not know what she meant but did not pursuit the matter.
“Is Caradie Yureha here?” Crymson asked, setting the necklace carefully down.
“Speaking.” The woman looked curious as to why Crymson asked.
“Good.” Crymson nodded in approval. Caradie raised an eyebrow at her but did not question her.
“What are you looking for, lass?” Caradie smiled. Her eyes wrinkled at the sides when she smiled.
“I need provisions, and other things.” Crymson said. She named off the items she wished to purchase.
“That’s a lot, miss. Do you have money for them?” Caradie frowned slightly. Crymson felt her face grow hot.
“Well... some. I have about 51 pounds, but no more.” Crymson said, not meeting Caradie’s gaze.
“What’s your name? You look to young to be traveling alone. And trying to buy a Dragon saddle, that’s odd, that is.” Caradie nodded along with her words.
“Crymson.”
“Last name?” Caradie grunted, her brow furrowed.
“Italirea.” Crymson hung her head.
“Really?” Caradie sounded surprised. Crymson looked up and found the shopkeeper grinning.
“Yes ma’am. You know of me?” Crymson asked puzzled.
“Know of you? Gods child, you are a legend throughout Edenmar. No one has been able to get free of a sorcerer. Especially Loszlo!” Caradie was glowing at this point. She even clapped her hands together.
“I didn’t know. I have been through...”
Caradie brushed away the thought. “No worries. You may have what ever you desire, free of charge! Element Wielder! In my shop too!”
Crymson tried to contain her grin but was unsuccessful. It was strange that she was recognized by someone who she had never met, and she didn’t feel right of taking the provisions without paying. Crymson didn’t have the nerve to say so however. She feared that she would hurt Caradie’s honor. Caradie went to work immediately, bringing out the provisions Crymson asked for and more. She placed herbs, scrolls, weapons, and clothing in the pile. In the end the pile was huge. It contained a worn but sturdy Dragon saddle, some thick waterskins, clothes of various kinds, a sword that gleamed in the firelight, a wooden bow that looked sturdy enough to last through anything, a quiver filled with red feather-clad arrows, some herbs--which Caradie described as “plants to heal the most deadliest of wounds,” and there were scrolls on the history of elves. There was also some food and some camping supplies, along with a pair of large saddle bags.
“Please, my lady Elementwielder. Would you do me the honor of housing such a grand person?” Caradie said. Crymson stepped back in shock, but then recovered and agreed.
“Excellent!” Caradie cried, “Feel free to roam around London, but be back before the sun sets. London is not a city you would want to miss!”
“Caradie, please let me pay for this. I have 51 pounds and I will come back later with more.” Crymson said suddenly. Caradie smiled at her in a motherly way.
“I will accept 50 pounds and nothing more. You can pay me back when you see fit.” Caradie agreed. Delighted that Caradie agreed, Crymson handed over the payment grinning. Crymson left the shop to go explore London.
‘Did you get what we need?’ Dawnfire asked
‘Yes, and more. Plus I get to spend the night with the sorceress.’ Crymson told Dawnfire delighted. Dawnfire approved of the plans and lingered in her mind, telling her places in London where she should visit. Crymson walked for most of the day, sightseeing. Her feet eventually got tired and she walked to a small bakery. Crymson bought herself a small pastry with the rest of her money and nibbled at it. There was a building across from the bakery that looked like a huge bank. It had white marble steps and marble columns. The huge double doors stood in the middle of the stone building, tinted and looking glorious.
Crymson described the building to Dawnfire, having never seen a bank like it before.
‘That’s no bank. That’s the Elhgmar Headquarters. Everyone just thinks it’s a bank.’ Dawnfire responded after a short silence. Crymson almost cried out in shock. Why would the Elhgmar Council conceal themselves as a bank, surely someone would get suspicious? Dawnfire tried to explain the effect of magic that it had on the mortals without their knowledge. Crymson understood his explanation but she still wondered why they would locate themselves in the mortal world not in Edenmar.
‘I have no answer for you.’ Dawnfire sighed, ‘you must head back the Forlorn Dragon now. The sun is starting to fade.’
Crymson to sighed and reluctantly said, ‘Your right.’
The sun was dropping in the sky and it meant Crymson had little time to get back to the shop. She stood up and hurried into the crowd, sometimes breaking out into a run. The sun was nearly behind the horizon when Crymson burst into the small shop. Caradie was behind the store counter, cleaning the showcase glass. She grinned up at Crymson and put the towel down behind the counter.
“Have a good time?” Caradie said.
“Very much. London is a captivating city.” Crymson said.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Caradie said, looking pleased, “I made a home-cooked meal. I find that magic doesn’t work as good as actually making a meal by hand.”
Crymson nodded a little surprised. She knew that Caradie was a sorceress but she hadn’t heard her speak of her powers until now. Caradie did not notice Crymson’s shock. She led her to a small kitchen in the back of the store. A small table was set with two places. There was a bubbling casserole on the stove.
“A casserole passed down by my great-great-great-great-great-great-, oh well you get the idea. It’s a family recipe.” Caradie said happily. She served Crymson a large amount of the casserole and then served herself. There were steamed vegetables and bread with butter to go along with the meal.
Caradie talked while Crymson ate; she talked about how she felt about being secluded from the wonders of Edenmar, but she knew I it was her duty to help the people who came from Edenmar and lived in the mortal world. She told legends and stories. The stories, especially the ones about the Element Wielders, fascinated Crymson. If she was to become an Element Wielder, she wanted to learn all she could about them. They talked for a while, but before long Caradie stood up.
“It seems like you have a long journey ahead of you. I will go deliver the things to your dragon tonight and make sure that you are ready to leave tomorrow. The sooner you leave the better.” Caradie said, “You should go get some rest. But first tell me where your Dragon is.”
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