Donna Grant - Fire Rising

The pain of losing her mother had blindsided her. It’s what made her keep her distance from Jane and everyone else. Sammi came up with reasons why none of her relationships worked out, but the truth was that she didn’t trust herself to get close to anyone again.

Death was a part of life, and she had always thought herself a strong person. Until she had to bury her mother. The late-night phone calls crying about a guy or laughing with her mother about first date fiascos would never happen again.

No more shopping trips, Sunday brunches, or her mother’s famous scones.

Sammi wrapped her arms around her stomach and doubled over. It had been years, but still the pain of losing her mother was as fresh as the day it happened.

She remained in that pose until the grief subsided enough that she could take a deep breath. As she straightened, she reached for her purse and grabbed the bottle of water. Her gaze moved upward to the incline of the mountain where she needed to travel. It was blanketed by mist that prevented her from seeing much of anything.

After drinking the remaining half of her water, Sammi put the empty bottle back in her purse and started to climb. Her leg protested loudly, but she kept moving because what other choice did she have?

Sammi had gone only about fifty feet when she reached the mist. It was thick and hung about her like a cloak. It stirred of its own volition, as if it were alive.

“That’s utter nonsense,” she said aloud.

But she wasn’t sure if it was nonsense. The mist moved, breathed as if it were a being. Sammi’s skin was covered in chills that had nothing to do with the dampness of the morning and everything to do with the eeriness of the mist.

She let out a shaky breath. In her heart she knew that there was something in the mist with her. Still, her blood turned to ice and her heart thudded like a bass drum.

Sammi fisted her hands to stop them from shaking and slowly turned around to return the way she had come, but the mist had swallowed the trail. The mist was so thick she couldn’t even see the tree she had just passed.

It coiled around her legs until she jumped back and got her legs tangled in the long leaves of a fern. Sammi hit the ground with a groan, her backside bruised. She rolled to her side, the mist scooting away so that she was able to see the thick layer of pine needles upon the ground.

She inwardly berated herself and took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart. Then she climbed to her feet. It took her a minute to figure out which way she needed to go by the slant of the mountain.

Then, she marched onward, determined not to be scared of something as trivial as the mist. Mist came down from the mountains every day. It wasn’t alive.

Yeah, right.

She ignored her conscience and kept walking. Without knowing what was ahead of her, she focused on what was immediately around her. She walked slower, and she didn’t trip nearly as much as she had the day before.

After three hours, Sammi stopped to rest atop a small rock. The mist hadn’t cleared, and she was beginning to doubt it would. It was too thick, too dense, even in the growing sunlight, which normally pushed it away.

Sammi ate a granola bar, the sound as loud as a gunshot in the unnerving silence of the mist. The moment she was finished eating, she stuffed the wrapper in her pocket and was on her feet again. She had to get out of the mist.

The farther up the mountain she walked, however, the fewer the trees until there were no more. Huge rocks and boulders took the place of the trees, and strangely enough, Sammi was happy the mist was there to hide her. She would feel exposed without the trees.

The smaller rocks were loose and moved under her feet whenever she walked. Twice she twisted her ankle as her foot slipped off a softball-sized rock.

It didn’t take long for the rocks on the ground to become a major problem. Suddenly there were boulders all around her so that she had to squeeze through them in order to continue. The path became more and more narrow until she had no choice but to go around a boulder.

Sammi didn’t think anything of it until the mist pulled back and she saw the four-inch ledge she was standing on. Fear stopped her cold before she tried to turn and retrace her steps. Inch by agonizing inch, Sammi tried to get off the ledge.

Even going slowly, she only succeeded in slipping. She grabbed the boulder and decided she’d have to shuffle around it. Moving slower than a snail, Sammi moved around the boulder.

The more ground she covered, the more confident she became. But that didn’t halt the terror. She knew what was behind her—absolutely nothing.

If she fell, she was dead.

Sammi was halfway around the boulder when one of her hands, sweaty from fear, slipped. Instead of stopping and wiping her hands, she decided to keep moving. She was so close to getting off the ledge that she thought she could make it.

It was a fatal mistake, as her foot slipped off the ledge and her hands couldn’t get ahold of the boulder.

A scream lodged in her throat as she felt herself falling backward, her arms cartwheeling as she looked for anything to hold onto. Air whooshed around her as the boulder grew smaller and smaller.

Sammi knew she was going to die a horrible death, but she couldn’t manage to release the scream. Instead, she squeezed her eyes closed, her mind drifting from Jane to the regret she had for not kissing Tristan as she’d wanted to.

Suddenly, something slammed into her, halting her fall. There was no pain, no bright white light calling her to Heaven. Yet it felt as if she were being lifted.

Hesitantly, Sammi opened her eyes to see a gigantic appendage covered in amber scales wrapped around her. Amber scales?

She lifted her head and spotted the colossal wings. She closed her eyes again and pinched her arm as her blood hammered in her ears. It hurt, which meant she wasn’t dead or dreaming.

Sammi gripped the claw as she opened her eyes and looked up again. To find herself gazing at the underside of a dragon’s head. She looked from the dragon’s head all the way to the tip of its tail.

Dragons weren’t real. She must have hit her head or something, because there was no way a dragon had saved her from certain death.

She couldn’t take her eyes off the wings and how the sun glinted off the amber scales to make them look as if they were polished and gleaming. That’s when she noticed the scales beneath her hands were warm but hard.

Sammi bit her lip when the dragon suddenly stopped atop a mountain covered in mist and gently set her down upon the ground. Not once did its substantial talons graze her skin when the claw released her.

She stumbled backward as she looked up at it. Should she be terrified of such a creature, the same creature that had just saved her life? Sammi wasn’t sure what to feel for the dragon. Was she supposed to thank it?

The dragon’s apple-green eyes briefly looked at her before it leaned to the side and fell.

Sammi rushed to the edge of the mountain and saw the dragon spread its wings and soar up from the valley to disappear into the clouds.

When she was finally able to swallow, she found the mist once more around her. Her knees buckled and she collapsed into a heap upon the ground.

“What the hell just happened?”

She pinched herself repeatedly to make sure she was really awake. “This can’t be. Dragons don’t exist.”

Tristan let out a sigh when he was once more in the clouds. Terror and pure, complete dread had made his heart miss a beat when he saw Sammi fall. He had been afraid he wouldn’t reach her in time. He had already been on his way to her when he saw her try to get around the boulder, but then she had slipped.