DREAMS OF A DRAGON GIRL - YA Fantasy Feb 20, 2020 19:16:39 GMT -5
Post by aquawrites on Feb 20, 2020 19:16:39 GMT -5
Dreams of dragons had kept Becca writing in her journal longer than she planned. She skipped her morning chores and left the house before her mother woke. At least she’d avoided a fight about what she wore, or how she spoke. That was all her mother did lately, try to make her into someone else.
The sun beat down on a Becca as she ran through the cobbled streets of Chartsend, an isolated village nestled at the base of the Dragon Mountain range. The unseasonally warm weather should’ve been a relief in January, but instead everyone was on edge. It took nothing to spark an argument over something as minor as a broken cup.
Fortunately, the road to the schoolhouse was empty, and she didn’t have to deal with anyone as she passed the Randal farm.
The single room schoolhouse was too warm when she stepped inside. Elder Frederick was already there, placing a single sheet of lined paper on each wooden desk, along with a sharpened pencil, ready for the math test.
“Good morning Master Frederick.”
Even though pain filled his tired eyes, he managed a smile. For her.
“Here. Let me finish. You sit by the fire.”
The winter had not been kind to the eldest member of their village. At fifty-two he’d held the position of Elder for two years. He’d been strong and most expected him to remain another two years. But ever since the heatwave, he’d been set with migraines.
His frail body shook as she helped him to his chair by the hearth.
“Thank the Healer you’ve come early, Becca. I thought I was better today. But…” He flapped his hand then let it fall on his knee.
Her heart bled for him. Teaching was his life.
“You have to take over. I just can’t do this anymore.”
His words wrapped a chain around her neck.
Everyone wanted her to be something. A lady. A dutiful daughter. And now a teacher. No one had stepped up when Master Frederick’s headaches started. The task had fallen on her. She didn’t mind teaching once and a while, but she didn’t want to take his place. She was only sixteen. There was a whole world to explore, and new things to discover. Chartsend was stuck in the past. There was no future here.
“I’ll take over the lessons today. I’m certain I felt a cool breeze on my way here. Maybe the weather will shift, and things will go back to how they should be.” It wasn’t exactly a lie. Compared to the heat in the schoolhouse, it was cooler outside. But Master Frederick was a man of habits and the fire had to be lit for winter lessons.
He patted her hand. “Nothing ever goes back. Life and time move forward, always.”
If she became the village teacher her life would stop. But she couldn’t say anything. She helped the Elder to his cottage behind the schoolhouse and closed his shutters so the light wouldn’t exacerbate his pain.