Everyone in Crikeria knows the story of the child who killed the elder draco.
One cold winters' night, when the people of the quiet Midland village lay dormant in their beds, the elder draco attacked.Men woke from their slumbers to fight the beast while women hid indoors holding children to their breast.None could kill the giant beast who spat fire, setting the small village aflame, the wooden structures ripe to feed the flames.As the men retreated, a lone girl stood before the beast, wielding her father's sword.The child was but ten and three, not yet a woman, but already a warrior at heart.The child's father had been a celebrated slayer of dracos and had taught his young daughter how to fight.The villagers could only watch as the great black beast approached the small child, it's yellow eyes focused on her.Right before their eyes, this child fought with the courage of an entire legion of men and the skill of a knight.Before their eyes, the beast fell to her sword and uttered a final snarl upon its dying breath.Never again did a draco inflict terror upon that quiet Midland village.It is not known of the young girl's fate, whether she keeps watch over the village or left; it is not known, but everyone knows the tale of the young girl who slayed the elder dragon.The elder dragon, king of his kind and oldest known, was no more.Freja held her horn of warm mead in her hands, the drink chasing the chill from her skin and bones brought on by the harsh winter outside. Her furs and cloak was dusted with half melted snow, soaked against her skin beneath. She was sure she'd catch ill if she didn't find a warm bed to sleep for the night. Men and women filled the hall with their laughter, drunken songs, and tales.In the center of the great hall roared a large fire where a sow was slowly being turned by a young lad no older than eight, his youthful face covered in dirt. Some people huddled together in groups at tables while others, like her, sat alone. Toward the back of the hall, cooks prepared the meals that the tavern sold while the servants brought out dishes to the tables.For weeks Freja hadn't seen this much vibrancy and warmth. She kept to herself as she traveled; a true lone wolf. Keeping ties with people wasn't something she was skilled at, p
Zarek had been following his would-be mate for miles, keeping his distance so she wouldn’t see him.His would-be mate wasn’t just a potential partner but a warrior.She was strong and courageous, having took on a dragon by herself. She was so much more than he had anticipated.He had only thought that she may be a meek shy little thing like his mother had been before she became pregnant with him.Most human women were terrified of male dragons.Male dragons were known to be territorial when it came to their women and rough with them, wielding their strength against the weaker sex. Human women avoided dragon folk, sticking to their human villages where they could claim or be claimed by a human male.This woman was different.She stood her ground and fought to slay the creatu
Freja and Zarek were leaving the tavern when they heard a scream pierce the air, the sound coming from behind the building.Freja pinpointed the location of the feminine scream and ran towards the source.Her feet flew over the ground as she ran at full speed to the backside of the two story tavern they had just left.Above the first floor was where the tavern’s owner and family resided, the stairwell coming into view once Zarek and Freja rounded the corner of the wooden building.Before them lay quite the scene.On the second floor balcony a young woman about Freja’s age leaned over the banister holding on to the tiny clawed hand of an infant dragon. Her other arm was held in a sling leaving her free arm to struggle to pull the youngling back to safety.The infant creature made whimpering noises like
Tauric paced about the room, his anxiety and fear permeating the air. A non-human could easily smell the absolute wreck his emotions were in if they were to walk by in the hall. Moments ago, he had been mapping out villages on the King’s map, a map that had been intricately drawn of the Crikerian kingdom. Hours after he had chased out Zarek, the rightful King, he had called forth the Royal Council to devise plans on annexing human territories. The Royal Council was the King’s most trusted advisors, having lived for centuries, who provided much needed sage advice. He was finally able to do what Zarek had failed to do all of these years and grow the size of Crikeria so the dragonkin could have the territory they needed! Glee filled his heart. Feeli
“I’m sorry, my lady and gent, but there is only one room left available. For your troubles, I’ll add in vouchers for a free meal at the tavern down the row. My brother runs the place.” Explained the woman behind the desk at the inn that Zarek and Freja stood in. Due to an incoming blizzard, together they had decided it was better to rent rooms for the night rather than sleep under the stars. Zarek wanted to keep going but Freja had grown used to having him as a companion, coming to enjoy his company. After giving Zarek puppy eyes and pleading as sweetly as she could, he gave in. She didn’t like keeping up relationships with other people, but he was different somehow. There wasn’t an explanation she could think of, so she chose to go with the flow for once. This man was like a drug to her senses and she couldn’t get enough. After a brief arg
Zarek’s father had been a cruel man.He had wielded his power with an iron fist and demanded submission from his subjects.The people who lived in Crikeria, Dragonkin, feared his father. They submitted out of fear of retaliation with a loss of their land.Land was important to his people.They needed to roam.His father knew this and used it to his advantage.Growing up, Zarek only remembered cruelty from his father. Many times he had been kicked or beaten until he could do nothing but lay in pain for days while his mother and nanny tended his blistered skin.Zarek was an only child since his mother had multiple miscarriages.The stress she endured, thanks to the cruelty of his father, was too much and caused her body to reject the pregnancies.
The storm did not lessen but worsened instead.After Zarek and Freja had their heart to heart the previous night, they both retired for the night.Zarek added wood to the fire, Freja stirring in her sleep behind him. He swept his hair out of his eyes as he sat on his haunches, warming the morning chill in his body.Being the early riser that he was, he had been awake since before sunrise.For a while he watched Freja slumber peacefully. When he had his fill of drinking in her face he decided to stoke the fire. The room had grown cold and he didn’t want his mate freezing in her sleep.Even in sleep, she wore weariness and exhaustion on her face.Most people wouldn’t notice but he wasn’t most people. He was a predator and his eyes took in every detail of her face and even the way she held herself.
Polar wind and snow blasted through the uncovered portions of the porch where Zarek and Freja stood. Visibility was low due to the blizzard, but Freja didn’t care. She didn’t care if she could barely see the snowy woods across the road. Inside she felt numb, cold, even. The cold was not from the storm but from within.Before her eyes her hopes had been shattered. Listening to the men with her preternaturally aided hearing, thanks to the mate bond, had been upsetting.The Dragon King was out there somewhere, on the run or dead. Some usurper had done the deed for her.She added this unknown person to her list of people she had to kill. Whoever it was had pissed her off and set another roadblock in her plans.Zarek’s baritone voice shook her from her silent musings, “Freja, I’m sorry. Is there something I can do to help you feel better?”
The day was here. The time had finally come to take back the castle and restore Zarek to his rightful place; the throne. Much of the gathered arm buzzed with excitement for the day’s tasks. Taking back the throne was going to be bloody and some would die but it was a cause many had sworn themselves to help accomplish. A good bulk of the army would be a distraction, taking out the forces that guarded the walls and manned the many areas in the scenario of a siege. Murder holes and machicolations were at the top of the list to get access to. Zarek drew upon the few loyal guards to him for this mission. They were our inside men and would clear the areas of combatants for safe passage. The sun was high in the sky when Zarek and Freja rounded the troops and began the day, Zarek leading the forefront, sword at the ready. Outside the walls at the front gate we waited until we heard th
Freja woke up in a cold sweat, shooting upright in the bed. Her breath came in rapid pants as she worked to calm down. Taking in her surroundings she remembered having been led back to the inn by Zarek.He had been there to assuage her fears and insecurities, whispering sweet nothings as she cried. Cressa offered some words of encouragement before heading to her room for the night. The castlemaid had proved to be a good ear to talk to; the female presence very much needed on Freja’s life.She could still feel the rough texture of Zarek’s hands as he soothed her in only a way that a lover could. No part of her body was left untouched. No part unexplored. He was always the passionate and kind lover. Comparing his size to how he handled himself around her was very different.The man was complex. More than she had ever thought.The guilt still weighed on her hear
Tauric watched as his men trained below in the courtyard, training for the day when Zarek would commence his attack. The day was drawing nearer. He could feel it. His spies had told him that Zarek and his mate, Freja, was amassing men to fight. Together he and his mate were plotting against him. He felt outrage at how easily the Dragon Slayer had moved beyond her hatred of dragonkin; it was surprising. Their mating was a combination that would surely end his life. Training his men was imperative. Tauric could feel his days being numbered, each day a countdown. Still, he felt no regret for betraying Zarek. The King had been weak, too careless in not worrying about his people first. Taking the throne had been the right thing to do. He wouldn't give it up without a fight. Even if it came to a fight to the death, which he knew it would, he would finish what his men
Freja awoke feeling like she was in a raging fire, blazing heat surrounding her from all sides. Upon opening her eyes she was met with amber scales. It took her a few minutes to remember the events of yesterday.She had a panic attack and found her way to a lake where she built a fire and had a revelation about her relationship with Zarek. Instead of holding on to her hatred, she decided to just accept her lot in life as his mate. The only catch was that she was going to fight for her agency if he gave her none.Together they had a heart to heart under the stars.It had been wonderful and she had felt comfortable falling asleep next to him as she did. The blazing heat that had awoken her was his body. His body was hotter than the blazing sun in the Southern lands. She was covered in a slick sheen of sweat.Being careful to not wake him, she stood up stretching her muscle
Freja followed Zarek closely as they walked deeper into the woods, eventually reaching the clearing they were in those many days ago.Zarek’s tall muscular frame was a glory to see. The way his muscles rippled across his back and forearms made her most intimate parts soak with lust.He was a born predator but he moved like a sensual god. A god with a cock that more than satisfied her every night. His shaggy shoulder-length black hair was shiny in the light of the sun, falling in waves to frame his handsome face. Just watching his rump was a turn on so she had to find other spots to look at as she followed him.Being non-human, he had a wicked sense of smell that led them in the right direction, his sensitive ears listening for the smallest sound.They stood waiting in the clearing for a few moments. It was quiet until Zarek took a few steps forward, his gaze zeroin
The MidlandsThirteen Winters AgoThe trees rustled in the cool Autumn breeze. Wind rustled the leaves together in a soothing symphony. A few slivers of sunlight poked through the tall canopies high above Freja.Often she found herself at peace when she was alone with the forest. They were her friends - her only friends.Trees were the only friends that couldn’t hurt you with words. Trees couldn’t talk, at least, like a human anyways. The trees spoke is soft whispers as they danced upon their branches in the breeze. Some leaves even took a great lap to join her in the meadow where she lay in the flowers.Flowers were good friends, too, until they made your nose run.A few winters had passed but she still felt alone, even with her tree and flower frien
The streets were busy with the citizens of Criker. Merchants on the sides were busy with haggling customers, their voices mingling with the wide array of others. High in the sky the sun shone brightly, casting warmth onto the frigid city. People moving around helped to warm up the streets with the occasional fire pit outside a business shop.Cressa bundled in her cloak as she made her way through the city. She had a vague idea of where to go based off of what she heard the guards gossiping about in the castle. Reports came in from scattered spies hourly. Most seemed to be fake but she hoped the one she was relying on was true.It had to be true. The King was needed and she was sick of him taking his sweet time. Zarek needed to kill Tauric so she wouldn’t have to feel his hands on her again. Wouldn’t have to smell him or hear him. If she tried to kill him herself, it would end badly.Even
Freja couldn’t help but hiss in pain as she washed the blood from her knuckles. What had been a bucket of clean water was now red from her injuries.The bastard hadn’t told her anything and she was nowhere closer to finding the Dragon King. She could still hear the sickening crack of his bones as her fists pounded his face to a pulp. Instead of using a knife to cut him to pieces like she wanted to, she had decided to exert her aggression in the best way she knew how.Pummeling the man with her fists until he blacked out.Fuck!No matter how hard she hit him he wouldn’t tell her where the true King was.Zarek had planted himself in the corner of the room with a hip against the wall while he watched. Something weird was going on that she couldn’t figure out. Throughout the interrogation the man kept gla
** Triggering content within. Proceed with caution if domestic abuse is sensitive to you. **“YOU FAILED! AGAIN!”Objects clattered as they fell to the floor with the swipe of Tauric’s arm. Glass shattered when he swept the other side of the desk. The Royal Councilman collectively took a step back, their eyes meeting one another’s with concern for the King. Tauric had spiraled further down the hole he had dug and they had just been alerted by messenger that the assassination attempt on the Slayer named Freja was a failure.Whispers had reached him and his most trusted men that the true King was within the castle walls with Freja. Time was running out. His squadron that he had sent out had failed to inform him of their arrival so he had to rely on messengers. Leaving the castle was a death sentence that he didn’t look forward to.“Your Ro