[Millicent]
His malicious grin, the only part of his face I could see clearly, was predatory and possessive as he grabbed my hand roughly and led me through a stone door at the side of the keep. The door slammed behind us, the solid boom reminding me of the finality of my situation. Any chance for my freedom ended when that door closed behind us.
We entered a small chamber that led to a dark hallway, lit by odd metal torches burning with a strange green flame behind clear bowls of hand-turned glass. I didn’t have much opportunity to appreciate the cleverness of the craftsmanship, however, because I was still suffering under his rough handling and he pulled me along faster than my much shorter legs could travel. Nobody was around to see him drag me up the stairs as I struggled, hitting and punching his back, hoping he'd stop moving and let me go. But he didn’t. Nothing seemed to matter as he continued. Not my screams, not my tears, not all the nasty things I said about him, his parentage, his pride, his honor, and his strange-looking cloak.
His cloak was indeed very strange. It had an unusual texture, unlike any cloth or leather I had ever touched. It felt more like some type of membrane, like the skin you peel from the top of milk, but more solid. It was the same bright green as his hair, which I could see peeking out from below his horned helm. Except for his helm, knee and elbow guards, which glowed iridescent blue under the green fire, the rest of his armor was crafted, or made, of dragon scales.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he lifted me by both hands, our faces level, my feet dangling a foot off the ground. “Stop it.” He growled, his eyes glowing as green as the torches. “I will not tolerate any more of your abuse, wench. My wings do not deserve to suffer by your hand. I have done nothing.”
“Nothing,” I snarl back. “You have kidnapped me, threw me against a wall, and dragged me into your keep.” I’m screaming now, bits of spit landing on his helm. “You’ve made it quite clear that I am nothing to you, which is probably why you thought you did nothing to me. I…”
He dropped me, hard and I crumbled to the ground, wincing in pain. “Enough,” he roared, his chest heaving as steam curled out from beneath his helmet, his words bright with inner fire. “Your fate is sealed. The sooner you realize this, the easier our situation will be.”
He then turned around, leaving me where I landed, as he marched up to a large window. The window was large enough for a grown man to stand in, which he proved when he opened the glass with a push, breaking the delicate brass latch, and dropped out of sight.
Stumbling across the carpeted room on what is most likely a sprained ankle, I lifted myself onto the window seat and peered down at the fog. A green blur of scales and wings twirled in the mists far below, flying within the cloud cover, over the valley, and out towards the sea. It looks like the dragon prince is done with me for tonight and is off in search of other prey. Good. Taking a deep breath, I sighed, letting my body melt into the hard stone seat beneath me.
As my breath returns to normal and my heart stops pounding in my chest I take a moment to look around and see my surroundings more clearly. Those green lights lined the elegantly papered walls, and unlike the more simple torches in the under castle, these are inlaid with real gold and emeralds. The pillars are pure quartz crystal grown into tall spires holding up the peaked ceiling, painted to look like a morning sky. It is dotted with skylights which are currently showing the blue-purple shades of dusk.
Much like its master, this keep is beautiful, sharp, and cold. Shivering, I wrap my arms around myself and call out. "Hello."
There is no response. Walking to the other side of the grand room, I find a corridor leading to another grand room, this one made of glass. I continue to call out, "Hello?" but find only silence and the sound of gently falling water ahead of me. When I reach the wall of glass at the end of the hall, I use my sleeve to wipe the fogged windows and place my face on the pane.
A waterfall flows along a wall emptying into a small pool. Fish swim underneath large lilies as frogs hop along the stones. Birds are flying overhead in every imaginable color, their song muffled by the glass. Walking along the perimeter of the room, I look for a door. I move along it, pressing my hands into the glass, hoping to find a hidden latch to a secret door. There are none. The room is completely sealed.
"There has to be a way in." I surmise. "There is no way that there isn't. It makes no sense." Frustrated, I walk back the way I came.
When I re-enter the hall, the unmistakable smell of food hits me and my mouth immediately begins to water. Looking around for the source I see a small table set near the center of the room. As I move closer, the smell becomes stronger, the welcoming aroma of roasted venison stew and fresh bread. Next to that was placed a tall mug of cold milk, the condensation dripping along the sides.
"Thank you," I say to the walls, not seeing anyone to give my gratitude. Picking up my meal, I decide to dine near a large pit in the center of the room, surrounded by benches and pillows. The warmth of the fire eases my aches and pains as the food fills and warms me from within. Momentarily content, I place the used dishes to the side, and let myself melt into the cushions.
It is daybreak when I feel a gentle nudge.
Looking up, I see a handsome young man wearing a simple cotton shirt. His inquisitive green-brown eyes smile down at me as he steps back, allowing me to find my way to a seated position. His long brown hair is tousled and pulled back in a simple ponytail.
"Hi,"
"Hi," he holds out a hand to help me rise.
My breath catches. He is beautiful in his way, handsome by the standards of my village, even if his hair, a ruddy brown, is a bit dark for the people of Crimson. He has the longest lashes I have ever seen which rest on his impressively sculpted cheekbones when he blinks. He has a kind face, dotted with freckles and fine lines when he smiles. It is the first friendly face I've seen since I arrived.
His hand feels so warm, so smooth beneath my touch. His smile is so genuine and kind I feel myself relaxing in his presence.
"Welcome to Ridgewood Castle," he grins. "My name is Leon, I was sent to help you."
[Millicent]Leon led me back the way he had come, past the waterfall room, which is called a “terrarium,” into a dark hallway that I had somehow missed the night before. He presses his hand onto a small panel in the wall igniting more of those green-fire torches, illuminating the corridor before us. As we make our way through the doorway, the hallway opens up into another grand chamber, not quite as big as the last, but sufficiently big enough to hold one of the largest collections of books I had ever seen in one place.“Why are there so many books?” I ask, honestly curious.“For enjoyment,” he replies as if the answer is obvious. “Don’t you like to read?”“No,” I admitted. “I’ve never had enough time to learn how.”He stopped abruptly, holding out a hand. “You don’t know how to read?”“No,” I shake my head. “Why would I need to? Only merchants and lords need letters written on a page. I am just a maid. What need do I have of books when all I’m expected to do is clean?”He looks at me
[Millicent] It was several minutes before I was able to move from the spot where I watched Leon leave. When he had exited, there had been a door, with a typical handle carved of wood. As soon as he disappeared from sight and the door closed behind him, it melted into the wall, becoming stone. Stepping forward, I gently rubbed my hand to see if I could feel a seam or any other sign that a door had been here only moments before. It was no longer warm to my touch, only cold polished stone with not even the smallest blemish. Remembering the trick from before, I placed my hand on the center of the door, waiting for it to warm to my touch and open outward as it had before. Patiently I stood, fear slowly bubbling up my body from my gut, as the stone remained cold, hardly even warming up to my body heat. What had Leon said? That I was the only one who could enter. He didn’t say anything about whether or not I could exit. He also hinted that I wasn’t the only one who would be able to cont
WARNING: This chapter contains verbal, physical, and psychological abuse. It also contains brief descriptions of graphic violence. [Primus] The girl is staring at me as if her eyes were made of blades and her glare could pierce my armor. I’ve noticed that she is quick to anger, a trait I can respect. “You cannot destroy an entire village,” she argues, her dainty foot stomping hard on its wooden heel, reverberating through the mostly empty hall.
[Millicent] I hate him. Right now, there isn’t a single part of my body that doesn’t hate him. What was he thinking, bringing those horrible men into this keep? Every single one of them represents a handful of memories that I’d rather forget, parts of my life that I had to endure. Seeing them like that, having him demand that I tell him how each should die, sent me right back to those moments to live once again. I know that he sees me as insignificant, I am only a human, and the lowest of them, and he is a dragon prince. He has no reason to see me with any kind of regard. But what he did tonight,
008: Peace Offering [Millicent] I hear a “thump, thump, thump,” against my wall--a pattering of fists forming an oddly regular rhythm of flesh and stone. Squinting, I lift my head to see the first light of dawn begin to crest over the horizon. Rolling over, ignoring the pounding on my wall, I watch as the room slowly warms with morning light, refracted into sparkling rainbows through cut crystal windows that stretch from the marble floors to the high stone ceilings. Beautiful and cold, it is a lovely gilded cage. Grabbing a ridiculously oversized pillow, I pull it over my head in a vain attempt to silence the pounding which continues without pause, in perfect sync. I don’t need to check to know who it is on the other side. Voice muffled by the oversized cushion I groan, "I guess you can come in," and I sense more than hear when the door reappears and opens, allowing them all to come filing in. "Miss," a politely monotone and emotionless female voice to my left speaks. "We were se
[Millicent] Leon and I spent the morning re-teaching me how to sit (with one’s back straight, head pointed towards the heavens), how to eat (slowly and with care, never hurried), and then how to read (a painful process for the heart, mind, and eyes). It was more than a bit humiliating, but he did all of this with such patience and goodwill that I felt at ease, even at my lack of understanding. \ For example, it is “unladylike” to use your hands to dip your fruit into your bowl of cream. There are little forks for eating your berries so that your fingers are never sullied with juice. Nevermind that the juice often tastes better licked from one's hand. It is also “undignified” to pour your own cream in the first place because that is what the attendants are hired to do. Even if that meant you waited in hunger until they made their way over to you. Rushing and impatience are also “undignified,” so those moments of waiting your turn are important when cultivating patience, a desired vi
[Primus] She entered my home only three nights before and already her allure overwhelms my senses. I can smell her in the walkways, taste her fingertips as they brush against my walls, and feel the butterfly kisses her feet make as she moves through her room. There is no part of me that doesn’t crave to be near her. It makes no sense to me why I suddenly feel this need to be close to anyone, never mind a small, fragile thing like her. Could she even bear my touch if I were in my true form? Would she willingly come to me scaled as I am, or will she only ever want the touch of human flesh? If she could bear it, would I crush her, breaking her without knowing? Even for a human, she is still so weak, still needing so much more care than I have yet been able to give her. Cold, wet, smelling deeply of earth and my familiar dragon scent, it is dark in my cave. Adjusting my wings, I roll over onto my back to stare up at the bats and stalactites. I get adjusted, curling into a ball, my scale
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[Carnelia] When I sat there, tied to that wagon almost a year ago, I had no idea how my life led me to that place. I couldn't even remember who I was or where I came from. It is amazing how much can change in such a short amount of time. When I was a hurt, angry girl, I had no idea that one day I'd wake up and be seen as the mother of a kingdom, or that my children would not only be heirs to all of Luxandra, but to the Solar Throne of the Southern Continent, a rebirth for a royal line thought long dead. Nor did I understand that my old life, and everyone who existed within it, would be nothing but ash and sour memories before the next summer blossomed. All I knew as I fought against my bindings was that in the next few minutes, my life would either end drastically or it would be changed forever. Because even if my body were not destined to die as a dragon’s meal that evening, something in me realized that the girl I had been up until that moment would die that day. There was n
[Eleanora] “Your Majesty, you shouldn’t be down here,” the small man sniveled as I entered the new lab. "This is no place for a lady." “Where else would I be?” I demand, cracking my knuckles as I stare down my nose at the human technician in charge of keeping my husband’s body from dying. “My husband is here, so I am here. I wanted an update on his condition.” “We could have written a report and sent it…” he begins to sniffle but I raise my hand and he bows low before me, his back deeply bowed as is proper. “I wanted to SEE him, you dolt,” I correct the fool shaking before me. Humans are so weak-willed and this one is weaker than most. I brought him from my family home because I can trust he will be loyal. He'd sooner tattle on himself for a perceived mistake than risk being accused by someone else. Similarly, he's the first to report when anything seems amiss. The perfect little worm to place in any apple. Because while he is telling on everyone else, he is also spying for
[Segundus] “Greetings citizens of Imperial City,” My queen and I shine brightly as the sun begins to set, our white clothes studded with diamonds so that when the spotlights shine on us, we gleam like fallen stars, fitting since our intention tonight is to make celestials fall from the heavens. “The Celestials have lorded over us for several millennia. Living in their sky throne, they control our resources, taking what they want and leaving nothing behind. Their children, the Sun Dragons, were especially notorious. They controlled the power that fueled our cities, and if we didn’t make proper payment, they would burn our cities, raid our farms, and send their blight to wipe all life from our land.” I pause to let my words settle into the hearts and minds of those gathered. A gentle hissing roar throughout the crowd assembled. My wife, Queen Eleanora, squeezes my hand in encouragement, smiling sweetly, projecting her confidence and trust. “My brother, Segundus, sought to alig
[Carnelia] There is a bright glow as I close my eyes and I know that it is the last time I will ever see Cressida, that she sacrificed her spark to save me. My screams turn into howls of pain and sorrow. Cressida, the kind mother who nursed me through the birth of my babies, and accepted me into her family even when she thought I was a human. I didn’t even really get a chance to know her, and now I am mourning her, along with the loss of my mate, trapped on the other side of a gate I cannot cross. “CLOSE THE GATE!” one of my captors bellows through the entry gate as we arrive at the Northern Sky Portal, “By order of Queen Cressida. This is her final command!” The drakes at the gate go immediately to work, tapping buttons on clear surfaces lit from within with swirling and changing images of blue, red, and green. The surface beneath our feet shifts and shakes and I scream in fury as I watch the large metal iris of the portal snap shut. “How could you,” I pound the chest of m
[Segundus] “Sir,” one of my aerial knights bows before me as I ready myself for the next phase of the war. I had just sent my generals from the room and was looking over a map of Luxandra. I already have an idea of what this knight is going to say before he opens his mouth. Looking at the map, I have marked several cities that have recently been destroyed, each one a hub for an energy hub. I had them each commit to continuing the story of Skyfell, telling the untruths of how the treacherous Celestials came down to Terra, burned our cities, and stole our light. In many ways, these new attacks on major city hubs are feeding into our story, except for the unpredictable element of them being completely untrue. “Report,” I am getting irritated by all the bad news I have been receiving. My generals didn't have anything good to report from their respective lands, and the lack of resources coming into the capital was starting to make me anxious. It has become harder and harder to hide the
[Primus] Ever since I first saw her tied to that cart, there was something about her, something that captured my heart. Seeing her taken from me, held roughly by the hands of those trying to save her as she is taken away, screaming my name--that broke my heart. So much has happened since that fateful evening when she was left as a sacrifice at the foot of my mountain. She had fire in her then too, but it was buried deep within her, almost smothered by a lifetime of hate and abuse. Once I started to brush away the ash and soot of her previous life, she began to glow, her fire mostly directed at me, but fire nonetheless. Even when she tried to extinguish it, when the weight of the world and her sadness threatened to crush her spirit, she came back to me, her fire bright and true. Loving her has been hot and pure and never boring, never predictable, almost like flame itself. Right now, burning with rage, with righteous indignation, she is the brightest I’ve ever seen her.
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[Segundus] My back aches as I land near Hatchery L11. It is early morning, just after dawn. Eleanora was still sleeping when I left. I have a feeling the doctor will give us auspicious news today about her health. Based on the color of her cheeks and her increased appetite, I am certain she is carrying our first clutch. I leave my small group of guards behind in a nearby town. I cannot have anyone who enters these facilities other than myself cannot leave once they enter. We cannot risk trade secrets leaking out to our competitors. I know that Elfholm is considering creating its own factories using a different breed, but as it is now with energy being one of our main exports, I do not want to give away anything that will lessen their dependency on our sources.
[Ona] The fighting has stopped. We are vastly outnumbered. Thankfully, the Imperium soldiers on board were given orders to stun and contain us, not shoot to kill. Even so, we lost more than a handful of sun dragons to the battle that ensued. Including Daax and myself, the number of resistance fighters on the boat is down to 36. Four days ago, at the start of this adventure, we had more than 60. By the time we reached the end of the tunnel, we numbered 42. I try not to think of all the bodies we lost during the evacuation of Segundus’ lab. So many had never awakened when released from the pods--and there had been hundreds of them. Drakes, drakaina, and some little more than hatchlings. Watching them die as they took their first free breaths in decades is a memory I will torment me for all the remaining moments of my life. There were more bodies on the ground than walked out of that room. I have been fighting this battle against the Imperium for the last four decades but on