Chapter Text
Song: This Will Be The Day (feat. Casey Lee Williams) by Jeff Williams
SilentMagi's Piece: This Will Be The Day
Rain pelted the glass. The rhythmic beat of the waves of water falling from the sky set a steady background noise as a young woman stood staring out into the storm. Thunder cracked across the sky, briefly illuminating the forest outside. Wind blustered and blew, knocking branches against the windows of the library.
The woman pushed a brown lock out of her face as she observed the rain. Blue eyes, glowing soft purple, reflected in the darkness through the glass. Turning, she sat back down at her desk, flipping the pages of an open book for a moment longer. Taking her glasses off, she rubbed her eyes, shutting the book with a gentle flutter of pages. Her gaze fell onto the flame of the candle, and she sighed, staring into the flame as she waited.
A shift in the wind had the rain hammering hard into the glass. The candle snuffed out in front of her eyes, leaving her in total darkness but for the soft purple glow coming from her own eyes.
The rain paused.
. . .
She dove to the side as lightning cracked near her window, a huge frame blotting out the light, framed in the rain and electricity. Thunder clashed, as glass shattered, and a roar came through the sound of nature, a dragon bursting through the window. Wind whipped in, rain pelting the floor, as glass flew. Papers and books ripped and fluttered loose, flying every which way in a storm of words. The woman stood from her roll, glass slicing her skin as the whirlwind let into the library picked it up and whipped across her hands and cheeks. Blood spurted from the injuries, but she didn’t pause, eyes glowing a brighter purple. Standing, her hands glowing as well, one a deep shade one a bright, she extended her arms and drew a circle in the air, and spun it, purple light whirling as she quickly wove a spell. The dragon roaring and clawing at the stone frame of the building, pressing inside to grab her, just out of reach.
Grasping the circle of light, she swept it behind her, a portal whirled to life behind her as the dragon began to steam, throat glowing, fire racing up it’s maw. With a tug of her still glowing hands, the portal behind her opened and an answering roar came through. Clawed paws pushed through and grasped the edge of the portal, and a smile graced her lips as a golden dragon barreled out to meet her foe. As fire flooded the library, and flame licked around her, the woman let out a wordless roar of her own, and charged after her beast.