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Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince The Dance
[Millicent] What just happened? Primus is afraid. Afraid of me. All because we had a single moment where we allowed ourselves to be vulnerable. To touch and be touched. Remembering what Leon had said about companionship, maybe it cost him more than I can ever understand to let me get so close to him. But he wanted it. He asked me for it. Kneeling on the floor I replay the evening in my mind.____ As soon as I entered the hall, I noticed things were different. Everything
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Pet
[Primus] I cannot trust my judgment with the smell and feel of her in my senses, so I am going to see the one person I know who could snap me back to reality, my sister, Ona. She’s a star fire dragon, which means she can be extremely temperamental, unpredictable, and capricious. She is also shrewd, wise, honest, and loyal. She’d never break a bond of trust. She’s the meanest, bravest, craziest drakaina I know. I can trust her to keep my secrets and to be strong enough to fight anyone else who comes seeking them as a way to hurt me. She is both my dearest friend and the greatest competition I have for the dragon throne. You’d think that alone would make her someone I shouldn’t give my confidence to, but we came to an und
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Pushing Boundaries
[Millicent] On that first evening, I just laid down on the floor of the main hall and wept until the fire was burned down to ashes, my body aching and confused by everything I was feeling. I hate Primus. Every part of me hates him. He trapped me here, bullied me, and treated me like another shiny bauble in his horde to put on display and put away whenever it pleased him. But then he also does these strangely kind things that baffle me because of how much consideration it shows he has in my regard. Things like sending me Leon or making that deal with me and only asking for a dance in exchange, how he listened when I asked him not to kill those men. He didn't need to do any of those things, but he did. Why would he do these types of things for someone who means so lit
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Falling
[Primus] Ona suggested I come clean with Carnelia, and tell her the truth about everything I might be hiding from her. To be “kind” to her. But how can I show her this kindness if she can’t be in the same room with me without being angry? If she ever chooses to be in the same room with me at all. She met her end of our agreement by allowing me to touch her, to dance with her, and now I am bound to do the same. Even if that means she never wants to see me again. I cannot say that I’d blame her if that was the choice she made. The way I left he
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Landing
015: Landing [Millicent] Those eyes. There is so much anger in those eyes. Large green and glowing they hurt to look at. A roar carried by the wind speaks to me. Is it a warning or a threat? Grasping the window ledge, my heart pounding in my chest, I look back, focused on that malevolent gaze. The crystal of the window panes, covered in condensed dew, is almost too slick to grip. I move my hand a bit m
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Breaking
[Primus] She refuses to wake. Stubborn woman. Why is she always so stubborn? We have tended her wounds, fed her broth, and cleaned her body. She is fading away before my eyes and I do not know how to stop it. My Carnelia, once so full of life and fire now lies silent and still. Having this healer in my space is a violation. No one is allowed in my space. I can smell his hands on my things and it is taking every scrap of grace I have not to rip his fingers from his hands. Especially after he tends to her. I want to kill him for even looking at so much of her tender flesh. Despite his ministrations over several days
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince The Story of Carnelia the Great
Before time as we know it, when the universe itself was freshly hatched, on a high mountain overlooking a deep valley, the drakaina of light, Oaestr, guarded a beautiful clutch that she had lain after joining with her mate, Nyxt, the shadow drake. In her nest were five unique eggs, each more beautiful than the last, with shells that glowed dully like captured stars. When hatching day arrived, Oaestr was filled with joy. At last, she would meet her new offspring, the first new dragons in this new world they had found. It was lonely by herself as Nyxt had gone off in search of other lands and adventures, and she was unable to follow as she could not leave their younglings behind until they were weaned and ready to hunt on their own. The first egg to hatch was a blue as bright as a robin's egg. When the young drake freed himself of his shell, he spread two feathered wings above his head and stretched his long neck. His voice was light and melodic and he quickly took to the sky, flyin
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Everything
[Millicent] I am dark and cold. There is no light to see, so I feel around with my fingers. Where am I? There is something warm, slick, and hard beneath my hands. Beyond that something stirs. Impossibly large, it wraps itself around me. I know I am safe when I hear her humming. Her voice is beautiful, the melody low and deep calming me as I settle against her warmth… …There is heat. I am being carried, although the world is still dark around me. I miss the heat of that warm body as I am placed somewhere cold and dry. Cries of pain and roars of outrage boom in the darkness. I am afraid… …In the distance, I hear a man. He is crying, roaring in pain. I move toward the sound, but he is locked behind a wall of solid stone. Placing my hands and face against the stone I cry with him, even though I do not know why he weeps. “Let me in,” I beg, pounding on the wall. “Why won’t you let me in?” He replies not with words, but with the mournful cry of heartbreak… “...As she was about to
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Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Epilogue: The One Who Was Sacrificed
[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
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Stasis
[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
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Inferno
[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
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince A Place Amongst The Stars
[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
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Rumors
[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
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince A Dragon With Nothing To Lose
[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.
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Last Stand
[Carnelia] The still of the morning is shattered as everyone moves into position to protect Primus, Cressida, and myself. We all drop to the ground as another beam of light shoots over our heads. “How many do we have below,” the queen bellows, commanding her men, her body rigid with fear and power. If she is afraid, it is impossible to see, her movements sure and precise. “At least a full platoon of air drakes with another half platoon of fire, My Queen.” One of the guards answers back as another shot zooms overhead. “Possibly more hidden beyond the ridge.” “Un
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Vile Harvest
[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.
Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince Flash Bang Boom
[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
