[Kora]Aethos is everything that a good Kraken King should be. He is handsome, strong, and incredibly arrogant. He is so convinced of his superior understanding of the world that any implication that he must be mistaken about anything is not permitted.I would hate to be a servant in his court."Greetings, Brother," I smile falsely as I walk towards him, bowing deeply with a flourish into my most formal curtsey. Anything less would be considered insubordinate, even from someone who is known as being a little bit off. Insanity will only save you for so long in the Kraken court.When he eventually releases me from my bow, I ask as calmly as I can about the nature of his visit.His eye twitches as he looks down at me. He doesn't speak, but instead turns to his servant to do the speaking for him, as if the words of someone as elevated as himself cannot be spoken in front of someone with such poor breeding."Your brother, His Royal Majesty Prince Aethos Majere, is here to inspect your palac
[Orion]The scream and the sound of someone hitting the ground sent a shiver not just through me, but the entire room."Princess..." one of the nurses cried softly, amplifying my sorrow."Kora," I breathed, moving forward."Prince Orion," The Elf King blocked my way to my mate and I growled at him, lightning springing to my fingertips. "You will risk us all. Not just you, not just her, but the entire Luxandran royal family.""I don't care," I push forward without any hesitation."You need to know what you are risking," he turns me forcibly enduring the pain of my shocks to his body as I lash out. "Open your eyes and look."Taking a deep breath I see my cousins, my parents, my aunt and uncle along with all of the guards and nurses. Would they be enough to protect us all if I decide to make this choice? Is this a risk worth taking?I can hear my mate crying. Her tears sound like heartbreak and something in me snaps as I hear the vile words spilling from her brother's mouth."Oh, I see w
[Kora]"Ori," His grasp on me is tight enough to draw blood on my legs as he fights his inner demons over the scene before us. "Orion."Slowly he turns his head towards me. It takes a moment for him to realize I am in pain, and when the realization finally reaches his eyes, his face falls in horror. He had forgotten he was still holding me, so enraptured in what the Elf King did to that poor drake's mind."Orion," I repeat, now that I have his attention. "I need you to take me to the lab and then, to our bedroom. I...ah..." It hurts so badly. I must finish this before I lose my strength and cannot follow through. It will hurt more if I let things continue. "I want to be there when..."He understands what I'm asking and nods, saving me from the need to finish my thought. I am grateful for his ability to read my thoughts and intuit my needs. He is a far better mate than I deserve.I have him grab my satchel, and then direct him to which tools we need. The rest of our people are dispersin
[Carnelia] We've been on the road for a week and at this rate, I'm going to kill this blasted bard before we make it to the mountain. Leon promised this "break" would add no more than a week to our trip. But it has already been more than that, and we are so far afield that even if we were to head to the coast from here, we'd have added a full two weeks to our overall journey. The temperature is getting colder. Soon winter will settle in and we'll have no choice but to stay where we are. "The town of Ridgecrest is just up ahead," Leon mentions as we come to a crossroads. "We could try the old minstrel trick, get some free food and a place to sleep that isn't under the stars," he suggests, "or we can take the trail to the right and get back to Ana's sooner." I almost reply "Let's head back," when a brief look at the dark woods in that direction makes me hesitate. It has been over a week since I last slept in a real bed or been warm and dry. We just came out of marshland, and my boot
[Primus]The town of Ridgecrest is no more.All that remains is the smoldering frameworks and floating cinders that were once wood and brick. Homes and livelihoods were destroyed in an all-consuming blaze that touched every building, avenue, and field. Despite our best efforts, we couldn't get the flames to stop. The fire was like none I had ever encountered before. Neither water nor smothering the flames made much difference. It was as if the flames were fueled by anger.But that isn't the most impossible part.The word on the street is that this fire was started by a dragon."Dragon?" Millie struggles to put on her clothing.She looks singed and dirty like she had been out in the flames already. "Are you okay? Did the fire get you?""I don't know what you are talking about," she shrugs off my questions, as she grabs her things."It's a miracle this building is still standing," I recount how the flames seemed to touch everywhere but here. "It's almost like whatever caused this blaze w
[Carnelia] He must not know. He can't know. Especially now that I know how he feels about me. And how my feelings for him ended an entire village. I am the dragon. Or at least, I think I am. It's the only conclusion that makes sense. I can't remember anything from last night other than screaming over Leon's escapades and tearing off my clothing in rage. I never wanted to care about him, damn it, but the heart doesn't always give you a choice. And now to hear from his mouth that he loves me, and that he wants to claim me as his own, to keep me close to his heart and protect me--I don't deserve that affection, not after what I did. It doesn't matter if I didn't have any control. Nor does it matter that I can't remember doing any of it. I know it must be me. Listening to the stories of the villagers who remember, the dragon swooped down from above, shining gold in the moonlight. The nails and horns and the webbing between the partitions of the wings are all as black as ichor. I se
[Primus] "I am the dragon." As those words leave her mouth, she moves away from me, and the ground begins to stir. The trees whisper her name as the wind rushes around us, like the perfect beating madness of two wings pumping the air, willing it to dance around us. "Millicent," I call after her as her body begins to disappear into something new. "That is not my name," the deepening echo of her demands as her eyes glow golden in the darkness of nightfall. "Say it, Primus." A word comes to mind, a name. A name that has come to me so many times in my dreams that I even gave it to my favorite lute. "Carnelia," my tongue, still tasting of her, speaks the name like candy, sweet and spicy at the same time. "Yes," she moans as she transforms. She grows taller, and wider, her face elongating, growing snapping fangs as large black and gold horns sprout from her head. She screams in ecstasy and pain as scales sprout all over her body, ending in her long, thick tail. Wings flow from her ba
[Ona] Unable to stand still, I pace back and forth in the grand gallery, watching the storm clouds gather on the horizon. Primus and Carnelia have been gone for over a week and I have no idea how much longer they will be gone. By now they've either found one another and reconnected or killed one another based on the glare Little Sister was giving her mate when they left together. It is strange, being in this dream all alone, waiting for a sign. Time has no real meaning here. Without the two of them to interact with, it feels like my part of the story is merely an afterthought. This castle only exists because they need it to exist. Once they are done with this part of the dream, this reality I exist in will cease to be necessary. I hope to be long gone before that happens. I do not want to see how I might change if the dream changes around me. With no better way to spend our time, each afternoon and early each morning I come to observe the road for any sign of my wayward brother and