There was a special kind of fear when you were a mother. The type of fear that spurred you to stop your toddler from eating rocks and fussing over cuts or small bruises. Everything around you was a hazard and sometimes all you wanted to do was hide your child away from the outside world. Nothing was ever safe enough or good enough for them. For you. At some point you realize that you will never get to keep them from the real world forever. You start relaxing more and just enjoy the little things. Then there was real fear. The kind that brought you to your knees. Made you vomit up everything within your stomach. Gasping for air. For release from this awful grip. Neither of these fears are invalid, but the latter made me choke on the very air I breathed.
Elliana was elated to see me but sleep still blurred her vision. She had just woken up to a strange man in her home. This was her own version of fear, one I could never fully understand. Blood rushed to my ears, a dull roar for me to grab her. Run to my mother and let her come exterminate these rodents. But the man was smiling back at me with almost the same excitement as Elliana.
"Mommy!" My sweet girl called for me, happiness reaching its peak.
"Good morning, baby girl. Did you sleep well?" I asked, my voice breaking by the end. The man smiled even wider towards me. He knew he had me. Drew a check mate whilst I was away, busy bleeding his other men dry. How long until those others joined us? Were my shadows still dancing before their eyes? I tried my best at looking normal. Unfazed. The moment Elliana became aware of the situation, I lost. He would discard her without a second thought, breaking me in half before he had even touched me.
"Yes, mommy. Funny man woke me." She replied and rubbed at her eyes. The roaring within my ears grew silent at her voice. This might be the last time I saw her and I couldn't even fathom how they had found us. Broken in. Father had warded the place almost as much as Tenebris. His powers flowed through the fences. All just to protect his baby. The love of his life. Elliana.
"She first thought it was her father when she woke up. I was happy to surprise the little angel." The man said, ruffling Elliana's golden-brown hair. I wanted to growl. Rip out his throat and drop his body in front of the palace in Frazer. Let the world know what would happen when they touched the one whom I loved the most.
"What do you want?" I asked but kept my voice calm. Even. The battle wasn't lost yet, I just had to get Elliana away from him long enough to slit his throat. Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I asked again. "Who are you?"
A light chuckle vibrated his chest, making Elliana giggle in return. She always had a thing for men. It was strange how fast she grew comfortable around most of them. Women, on the other hand, was a completely different story. She often opted to cling to my side instead of going to another woman. Her instincts were so far off, but that was most likely her human side. The side I indulged in more often than I should have. Atarah had scolded me relentlessly for it, saying that Elliana wouldn't be able to hold her own one day. If I played this right, maybe she would live to prove her grandmother wrong. Even if I wasn't there to see it. Whatever happens, don't let this define you, my sweet girl. I whispered straight into her mind. Elliana frowned at me but didn't reply. Mommy's precious little thing.
"You already know who I am. Not my name, but where I come from. What I am meant to do. Sadly, this was not an order to kill. The king wants you alive by any means." Another twisted smile that made my stomach turn. Needing me alive meant that they wouldn't second guess killing Elliana if it meant I would put up a fight. Hurt them all. Even kill them but doom my daughter with them. Bile rose in my throat.
"Set the girl down and I will come willingly." I announced, putting my hands in the air. Another chuckle from him as he set his sights on Elliana. Mother should have set her time earlier. Came when dawn broke, but I had insisted upon a later time. To cook and clean and prepare. I should shoot myself for the mistake, but hindsight was twenty-twenty.
"Do you think me a fool? The moment I set her down, I become a living target for your shadows. Besides, I have grown so fond of her company. Maybe I will even take her in and raise her as my own." He mused and I hissed in response. No one would take her away from me. They would sooner land in a grave.
"Put her down or I promise I will make you a human pin cushion." I hissed again and Elliana recoiled at my tone. Her small sign of fear sent knives through my heart. She had never seen me like this. Seen me in all my horrid glory. I couldn't do this without her getting hurt some or other way. Be it through my words or his actions.
"Let me think about it. Once the rest of my knights reach you, I will have them cuff you. Upon you being restrained, I will let her go and you can say goodbye before we drag you away to the king. How does that sound?" He asked and looked between me and Elliana once more. She clung to his arm, but I could see her eye me. The need to hold her overwhelmed me. Parting with her felt like a damnation, but as long as she lived, I would fight until I found her again.
"All of the care takers are dead, I presume?" I asked. Footsteps sounded behind me, but I didn't move this time. Couldn't even breathe properly without triggering that killing instinct within the brute before me. My daughter's life was worth more than my dignity ever would be.
"Indeed. So, I'm not sure she will last the night, but that is your choice. Set her down. Leave her here. I am sure another day of her life is worth as much to you," They didn't know my mother was visiting. I hadn't told a single soul about it beside my staff. That narrowed down a few people. "And because I am in a forgiving mood, you may bid your farewells." He smiled at her again, a promise on his lips. His men finally reached me, but none dared touch me, not until he gave the order to do so.
"I will go with you. Please just don't harm her." I asked, my voice finally giving way to the grief that I felt. All the fear stinging the back of my throat.
"Consider it done." He answered and nodded towards the men. Rough hands grabbed for my wrists and shoved me to my knees. Rocks bit into my skin. Elliana watched silently, her small hands finally letting go of the man's arm. Those bright blue eyes studied me. Studied the men holding me down. She frowned and started wiggling in his arms. Fought to be let free. Her strength matched a full breed hatchlings' and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold her for much longer.
Just as Elliana started crying for me, the knights shoved cold cuffs around my wrists. My whole being revolted against the tainted material. Screamed at me to get them off and run as far as I could. My magic screeched and sputtered out in my veins, leaving a hole in my chest. Gasping at the sudden loss, air refused to enter my lungs. This was a different kind of fear than the first two. This was thick and oily and slithered its way into my mind. The fear that I had lost a part of myself that I had come to know and love all my life. I tried to reach my magic but was only left with a gaping cavity.
"Mommy!" Elliana exclaimed again and finally the brute let her go. Her small legs darted towards me, those soft feet getting cut from the small rocks. She ran straight for me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Tears lined my eyes at the embrace. So soft and small and all that was good in the world.
"My darling girl. Mommy has to go with these men, okay? Be good and go hide in your room. Daddy will come and find you soon. Just know that mommy loves you more than anything else in the world. I will find you, I promise." I assured her but couldn't keep the sadness from my voice. Heartbreak also came in many forms, this one I especially despised. Elliana pulled away and placed her hands on my cheeks, thumbs stroking my skin.
"I see you, mommy. Love you too." She replied. That was the girl I raised. The one who pleasantly surprised me in the most difficult of situations. Strong willed and extremely intelligent.
"I love you so much baby," I said again, Elliana wiping my tears away as they fell from my eyes. "Now go." She did as she was told and let go of my face. Taking a step back, Elliana turned around to come face to face with a knocked arrow. My heartbeat stopped in that moment. Those few second before I knew only to be my death. I memorized the curve of her back. Those unruly curls and small feet. He finally let the arrow fly, only seconds passing from me realizing he had knocked it until impact. Elliana rocketed backwards from the impact, her head colliding with the ground. My world stopped then. Ceased to be entirely.
"No!" I screamed and thrashed forward. The knights held me steady or tried. But I pulled and pushed and thrashed as much as I possibly could. "No! No! No!" I screeched, the tears falling down my cheeks in waves. This wasn't happening. This was a nightmare, and I would wake up with her in my arms. Kiss the top of her head and fall back asleep again. This man wasn't here. He wasn't ripping my world apart."Do you honestly think we would let her live? Give you a reason to try and escape? How naïve could you possibly be?" The man laughed from the door. As if he hadn't just shot the most precious thing in my life. Clean through her heart, instantly taking her life. Blood flowed into the earth; an arrow lodged within her chest. I couldn't stand it. Could barely look at her. I started thrashing again. Needing to touch her. To hold her and kiss her and tell her how much she means to me. Tell her that all I had ever needed was her and the love we shared.Another nod from h
13 Years AgoFreedom was a luxury for an heir, especially one that defied all laws of our world. That was why it took some convincing on my part before mother let my out of the manor atop Tenebris mountain. I was, however, forced to bring along a companion. As if the humans could ever figure out that a Caligo dragon walked among them, along with an Ignis. It was worth all the trouble, as the beautiful city of Stygian had just started their summer market. Ladies in all sorts of finery walked around, feeling up fabrics and buying candy for their little ones probably stuck with their nannies. Spices of all varieties clung to the air, my favourite being vanilla. Cyra loved cinnamon, grabbing a sugary cinnamon bun from a vendor when we had barely reached the entrance of the market. She could afford it, with her long thin legs and toned arms.Mud clung to the bottom of my light chiffon dress, dragging it along the unpaved road. It wasn't a grand market, like
We entered the crowd again, Cyra close on my heels. I could feel her displeasure from a mile away, but I did not let it deter me in the slightest. She would learn, eventually, that humans aren't all that they had taught us. Sometimes they could be so much more than us. More than what we had learned from in the past. A new dawn was breaking and I wanted to be at the forefront of the new day."What you did was reckless, Zhara. You do not know that man. Know nothing of who he is loyal to and what he might hide. How can you be so stupid?" She hissed as she slid in beside me, looping her arm through mine."How can you condemn a man you had just met?" I countered and strolled on. I watched every woman around us, instantly noting the way they dressed and carried themselves. We had no place within their ranks, it was obvious. Layers upon layers of fabric swished on just one woman. Her bust was fully covered, hair tightly pinned down beneath a big hat. Even her arms were trappe
Stygian laid at the foot of the Tenebris Mountains. Ornate gates of sandstone lead into farmlands bordering the northern side of the city. We had to go south, through a gate that once welcomed thousands of Tenebris members into its fold. Now it was nothing more than thorn wire and crumbling bricks now. Cyra knew we didn't have enough time to run through the city again to reach the northern gate. Too many people had already seen our faces fleeing the shop. This was the quickest way out of the city and into our home territory. Sentinels should be waiting about 2 kilometres into the forest for us. Even if we planned to stay much long than we had, mother will ensure that they stay close by. As if she knew her daughter would cause trouble. She was right, though, to assume such things.The crumbling stone spilled down the sides of the gate and wall. Rust covered thorny wire jutted through the rubble. They had dismantled this gate a long time ago, years before even I was born. Human
"Run!" I yelled to Cyra as I created a black wall in front of us. She darted towards the west where the river gurgled a few kilometres away. A great idea, because the beasts chasing us couldn't swim, a horrible idea if there were no boats to help us cross and you are an Igniculus, who derives their magic from fire. Throwing up another block, I steered Cyra back towards where I stood. "Go east, you idiot!" I screamed and felt as the vampire tried to pry open my wall. It couldn't be held back by it for too long, as it also came from magic. So many stupid fucking loopholes in this world!"I am not made for running!" Cyra shouted back but didn't lessen her pace. Even staring at death, she was spoiled and loved to complain. Oh, how this girl just knows how to spur me on. With a heavy sigh, I let go of the wall and took off after Cyra, locking my legs into a dead sprint. My lungs heaved and my legs nearly gave out, but becoming dinner wasn't an option."Remember that one tim
To say my mother wasn't pleased would have been an understatement. Cyra and I had spent hours afterwards telling and re-telling our stories. At some point a guard entered and murmured into my mother's ear. Her face crumpled even more; I didn't even know that it could be possible. Atarah had rubbed her temples slowly and rose from her seat. Apparently, she had other matters to look to instead of our little squabble with the humans. And away we were swooped to be held in our rooms until she could deal out fitting punishments. To both of us. According to her, ladies didn't conduct themselves in such rude fashion. Throw in the whole loyalist jeweller debacle and me picking a fight for no good reason with the shop keeper, I could only imagine what she had in store for me. We were nobility. The royals upheld the standards for everyone else to follow, but it didn't help that we sometimes set the standards so low. I had no doubt that word of our little deviant act would spread like wildfire
I heard the front door open and close. Soft footsteps padded towards my bed and cinnamon hit my nose. Cyra had escorted herself in, it seemed. The bed dipped at the end as she sat. Abruptly, the covers were yanked off of me in a single swipe. Cyra whistled as she looked down upon me, smirk plastered to her face. I only glared in response, my entire body showing her my displeasure in her interruption. The day had been long and fast paced, I even skipped my nightly bath just so that I could be asleep before the sun broke the horizon."You are not very welcome here at the moment, try again when I had a few hours of sleep," I grumbled and shifted until I was comfortable. The cover wasn't necessary, so she could have it if she wanted, but sleep would be achieved within the next ten minutes."Don't be so drab. We have so much to discuss about the day and you have never needed beauty sleep," she explained and gave me a small wink. Cyra crossed one leg over the other, riding u
Breakfast was beyond tense. Mother had even poured herself a glass of wine, something she had never done before. Cyra had decided she would tune down her outfits for the day even. Mother had yet to give out her punishment, which made Cyra even more anxiety ridden. Neither of us had wanted to come down for breakfast, but Bastian would join soon enough. The only time I truly saw happiness within my mother was when my father visited. He brought out a light in her that no Caligo Queen had business possessing. In my younger years I wanted them to wed, for father to come live with us permanently. Now I knew that the cost of having me was already too great. The other clans would see the marriage as an insult and most likely rebel. It was fitting for a Queen to wed and name her husband prince, what wasn't fitting was having a dragon from another clan entirely be called such a thing. Balance was key in our very fragile world.Looking up from her wine, mother noted Cyra's lack of appet
Present A canopy of green blocked out the sun, giving me a small reprieve from the blistering heat. Guards flanked my sides, sneering my way every so often. I was clothed. Fed. But grief drained my body and soul. Damos was close, his eyes scanning me from head to toe every chance he got. He had wrapped a locket in my clothes. I still couldn't decide if it was a sign of mercy or cruelty. A drawing of Elliana's was kept safely inside, unlike her. Mother would find her body soon enough. Grief laced through my body once more and I collapsed to the ground. Agony more fierce than the Crowning shoved its way up my throat. I paused a second, eyes blurring from tears. A guard shoved me forward but instead the food from earlier this morning came rushing up. I am loving my life.
The shock must have betrayed my features, because my father only chuckled in response. His eyes lit up a bit more as he looked towards me. "Yes, you were right to assume what Govander was, but what you didn't count on was that he sent me a message the moment you left the stall," Father explained and chuckled even louder now."Bastian!" Uma chided and slapped his chest, her eyes turning into glares. "It isn't funny, you know! You raised a smart one. Many dragons had passed through here in these last few decades and none of them even realised that Govander wore the pendant. Shame on you for belittling her!" Uma exclaimed with a look of fury in her eyes. Dad laughed some more, but sobered up almost immediately once he realized what Uma had said."Can we talk inside?" Bastian asked and jerked his chin towards the door, his eyes growing cold again."I'll put on some tea whilst we wait for my husband to return,"The little house was full of flowers on the
The boat docked a few kilometres from the northern entrance of Stygian. This left just enough time for my brain to tell me to throw myself off of the horse. A nice sharp rock should hopefully be available in the next few seconds. Not that apologizing to the humans was that bad. I even thought it a fair solution after I had caused them such a headache. But now I simply seemed a spoiled brat who wanted to rebel against my father. Cause mischief in the city so that he may finally pay me attention. That was further from the truth. A shop keeper just didn't want to sell Cyra and I clothes because we looked like whores and thought she could get a kick out of it. There was nothing I could do to appease a tyrannical dress shop owner except maybe work in her boutique for free for the rest of my life as to 'pay off my debts'.Father had also grown extremely quiet, only muttering to me that we would enter Stygian within the next few minutes. As if I couldn't see the looming gates.
A long silence filled the space between my mother and I. Her eyes darted towards the door every so often, in anticipation of my father, no doubt. I frowned at her but decided a change of pace would be best. There was no use in arguing with her once her mind was made up. I looked towards the massive granite doors, hoping they would bring in my father and free me of my guilty thoughts about Cyra. "When is father to arrive?" I asked tentatively. The door creaked loudly, almost instantly answering my question. The smell of freshly fallen rain and cigar smoke filled my lungs. Father walked in, his shoulders back, head high and strides long. This was his second home, even if it wasn’t decreed publicly, he sort of did own the place. He beamed when he saw me, white dress sparkling, hair loose in curls the way he loved it."Baby girl!" He exclaimed and rushed towards me."Daddy!" I yelled back and met him halfway. He wrapped his strong arms around me and squeezed tightly.
Breakfast was beyond tense. Mother had even poured herself a glass of wine, something she had never done before. Cyra had decided she would tune down her outfits for the day even. Mother had yet to give out her punishment, which made Cyra even more anxiety ridden. Neither of us had wanted to come down for breakfast, but Bastian would join soon enough. The only time I truly saw happiness within my mother was when my father visited. He brought out a light in her that no Caligo Queen had business possessing. In my younger years I wanted them to wed, for father to come live with us permanently. Now I knew that the cost of having me was already too great. The other clans would see the marriage as an insult and most likely rebel. It was fitting for a Queen to wed and name her husband prince, what wasn't fitting was having a dragon from another clan entirely be called such a thing. Balance was key in our very fragile world.Looking up from her wine, mother noted Cyra's lack of appet
I heard the front door open and close. Soft footsteps padded towards my bed and cinnamon hit my nose. Cyra had escorted herself in, it seemed. The bed dipped at the end as she sat. Abruptly, the covers were yanked off of me in a single swipe. Cyra whistled as she looked down upon me, smirk plastered to her face. I only glared in response, my entire body showing her my displeasure in her interruption. The day had been long and fast paced, I even skipped my nightly bath just so that I could be asleep before the sun broke the horizon."You are not very welcome here at the moment, try again when I had a few hours of sleep," I grumbled and shifted until I was comfortable. The cover wasn't necessary, so she could have it if she wanted, but sleep would be achieved within the next ten minutes."Don't be so drab. We have so much to discuss about the day and you have never needed beauty sleep," she explained and gave me a small wink. Cyra crossed one leg over the other, riding u
To say my mother wasn't pleased would have been an understatement. Cyra and I had spent hours afterwards telling and re-telling our stories. At some point a guard entered and murmured into my mother's ear. Her face crumpled even more; I didn't even know that it could be possible. Atarah had rubbed her temples slowly and rose from her seat. Apparently, she had other matters to look to instead of our little squabble with the humans. And away we were swooped to be held in our rooms until she could deal out fitting punishments. To both of us. According to her, ladies didn't conduct themselves in such rude fashion. Throw in the whole loyalist jeweller debacle and me picking a fight for no good reason with the shop keeper, I could only imagine what she had in store for me. We were nobility. The royals upheld the standards for everyone else to follow, but it didn't help that we sometimes set the standards so low. I had no doubt that word of our little deviant act would spread like wildfire
"Run!" I yelled to Cyra as I created a black wall in front of us. She darted towards the west where the river gurgled a few kilometres away. A great idea, because the beasts chasing us couldn't swim, a horrible idea if there were no boats to help us cross and you are an Igniculus, who derives their magic from fire. Throwing up another block, I steered Cyra back towards where I stood. "Go east, you idiot!" I screamed and felt as the vampire tried to pry open my wall. It couldn't be held back by it for too long, as it also came from magic. So many stupid fucking loopholes in this world!"I am not made for running!" Cyra shouted back but didn't lessen her pace. Even staring at death, she was spoiled and loved to complain. Oh, how this girl just knows how to spur me on. With a heavy sigh, I let go of the wall and took off after Cyra, locking my legs into a dead sprint. My lungs heaved and my legs nearly gave out, but becoming dinner wasn't an option."Remember that one tim
Stygian laid at the foot of the Tenebris Mountains. Ornate gates of sandstone lead into farmlands bordering the northern side of the city. We had to go south, through a gate that once welcomed thousands of Tenebris members into its fold. Now it was nothing more than thorn wire and crumbling bricks now. Cyra knew we didn't have enough time to run through the city again to reach the northern gate. Too many people had already seen our faces fleeing the shop. This was the quickest way out of the city and into our home territory. Sentinels should be waiting about 2 kilometres into the forest for us. Even if we planned to stay much long than we had, mother will ensure that they stay close by. As if she knew her daughter would cause trouble. She was right, though, to assume such things.The crumbling stone spilled down the sides of the gate and wall. Rust covered thorny wire jutted through the rubble. They had dismantled this gate a long time ago, years before even I was born. Human