Chapter 1
The Sorceress And the Dragon

She slid the sharp cold metal knife blade across her palm, leaving a red line behind in its wake. She smiled and put the knife on the soft ground. Lifting her palm to the sky she said in a loud fearless, demanding voice, “Come to me blood dragon and take my blood And make me your master!” She closed her eyes and waited for the Blood Dragon to appear. Minutes went by and still it did not show up. She knelt down in front of the small fire she had built before offering her blood, and lowered her hand. She looked at her hand. ‘Why is he not coming to take the blood i offer?’ She thought. ‘I followed the ritual correctly! why does it still refuse my wish?’ She grabbed a black cloth and wrapped it around her cut, wincing at the pain. When the wound was wrapped up she put out the fire and left her small meadow. She left the meadow and when to the small cottage not far from the meadow. No one knew it was here but her.
> Vilen vile. Evil sorceresses in training. She lived away from all things happy. She would never find someone to make her happy. Like her mother she will live alone, train alone and when her time is up die alone. But before she dies she will do as her mother did and find someone to make love to her and get her with child and leave them, or kill them, and train her daughter or son in the Dark Arts. So that when her time on this god forsaken earth is over she will have someone else to follow in her foot steps. And them when they need to they repeat the progress. She opened the door to her cottage and smiled a emotionless smile. Her cottage was loaded with spell books and potions and ingredients. She placed the spell book she had brought with her on a pile of them and sat in
> the black chair in the front of the room. She sighed. What the hell was with that dragon? She offers it Blood and he doesn’t come. What th.
e hell was with that damn dragon? She grabbed one of the spell books from the table of spell books and stared to flip through the pages. What the hell she was looking for she didn’t know. A spell to make the dragon appear? She didn’t know. But a spell wouldn’t work on a Dragon. That would be impossible to do…. “That’s it!” She closed the book and stood up. A spell to control the dragon! That’s it! She ran to the spell book that was her mothers. “A spell to control a dragon.” She said and waited for the book to find one. But it remained the same. Unmoving. She balled her hands and growled and annoyed growl. If this book didn’t have the spell she was looking for she knew some one who did. But She wouldn’t give it to her with out a price… She walked to the smaller room in the back. Her bedroom and put on her black
> corset, mini skirt and knee high boots. She opened the small closet door and grabbed the long black cloak, wrapping it around her self before she left. Yes she was dressed as a whore, but it was the only way for her to get the spell she needed. All she had to do was find the sorceress with the spell she needed, and lucky for her she knew exactly where she needed to go to get it. She crossed the small meadow to the stable containing her horse. A single black mare. She got on the mare and trotted off to find the sorceress.
>Thirty minutes later she arrived at the sorceress’s house. Dismounting her mare she tied her to a low tree branch and went to the house. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer. It came a few seconds later. A girl with blond hair and blue eyes. answered. “Yes?” She said. Seeing it was her old “Friend” She opened the door and smiled. “Vilen vile.” She said the name with awe. “Come in.” She moved aside and lead her in the house. Vilen entered. Her “friend” she noticed was wearing a long brown cloak. Her house was a mess as usual. ‘Hmm, I wonder what’s with the cloak?’ she thought. She put her hands on her hips. Her cloak staying put. “Well you must be wondering why I’m here, right?” Vilen asked her. The sorceress turned to her “Friend”. “Yes. actually. Why are you here?” She was curious. “Well you have a spell that i want.” Vilen began. She sighed and looked her in the eyes. “And I’m willing to pay the price.” She finished.