"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 him and the men let me go. Rocks dug into my face as I fell forward. And sobbed. Begged anyone who would listen to bring my little girl back. Reverse time and let us flee before any of this happened. Instead of going to the gate, I would have grabbed Elliana, holding her close to my chest, and fled to my mother up at Tenebris. No one answered, even the gods fearing what ran through my blood, so I crawled to her. Slithered to her like a snake, ripping open my flimsy dress. Her body was still warm, heat lingering near my face. When I got too close, the brute hauled me up by my bound wrists, his face inches from my own. He smelled of rotting meat and something off. Something different. Scrunching up my nose, I let my tears fall freely. Pain gripped the inside of my body. My little girl, gone in the blink of an eye. A precious life simply taken out of spite. How deep did their hatred towards my kind run?
"The less of your kind there is, the better, don't you think? And that colour is simply astonishing when it mixes with the earth." He laughed above me and I tried to get free of his hold, but he barely moved. Whatever strength I had possessed with my youth was now gone. Sang into slumber by the things they had bound me with. A travesty, that I couldn't fight for the ones I loved. Mother was still a way off. I had made a mistake in delaying her arrival. Too stubborn and nit-picky for her to just arrive to a messy home.
"You better pray I don't get out of these," I sobbed to the brute, but he just smiled in return. A slash of off-white teeth that was too close to my face. Cocking his head to the side, he looked at me more intently. Primal instinct danced within his muddy orbs. These were the same group of people that had hunted my kind for millenniums. Well versed in dragons and how to kill us off, they had no conscious, much less mercy. To expect anything more from him would make me foolish. A naive woman who only wanted to protect her own.
"I like my women tied up and silent, so for your sake, stay in those," he mocked and inched his lips closer to my skin. Sickness rose up in my throat as he drew closer to my skin, my face barely hiding my disdain. This was no ordinary man. There was a special place in the afterlife for the likes of him and I bet he knew it. This nightmare of a man enjoyed the fact that the god of hell would have competition once he passed to the next life.
"Sir Adlan, I do not think that a wise decision to make. If the king finds out you have sullied her, your head will be on the line," the man from the gate stepped forward, his voice stern and commanding. Adlan stopped for a second, his eyes darting towards the voice, towards the man. Disdain flushed his cheeks, but he refused to move away his face from my own. I could still see the small girl laying in her own blood and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me until I bled out. Until he ripped my insides to shreds.
"This bitch is already sullied! Just look at her tits flying out!" Adlan gloated and threw me to the floor again. Barks of pain skidded over my skin, but my eyes never left Elliana. The hellish man who had taken my daughter from me kept cackling above me, everyone joining in except the man who had opposed him. More tears slipped silently over my cheeks as the men laughed at my exposed chest. Still, I kept staring at my little girl. Love ran rampant between us, but this time there was no one on the other side of the line to receive it. She was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. Even the most skilled Tenebris wouldn't be able to bring her back. It was never done before.
"Lord Damos, don't trouble your mind with the likes of this beast. His Majesty will simply be grateful that we had caught her with minimal casualties, not how we had defiled her before he could. Look towards the sky, for we are heroes now. How the people of Frazer will sing our names in honour one day," Adlan encouraged the man who I had peeked a shred of humanity in. Damos' eyes glazed over as he let his chin fall slightly. He had given up this fight. Adlan smiled, those broken, yellow stumps for teeth showing as he clapped Damos on the shoulder. The surrounding men cheered in response. Even they could sense the underlying tension between the two men.
"Men, grab the bitch and move out. We head for Frazer. Hopefully home will find us within the next few days and lasses in the next hour!" Adlan cheered again and turned towards the gate. Rough hands grabbed for my arms again and this time I let them take me. There was nothing left for me here. Hadeon would be gone for another few weeks and all my staff had been killed. Even Elliana was lost to me. Forever. How mother will weep upon seeing the best thing in our lives, cold on the ground.
I roared as they pulled me further and further away from her. Thick tears streamed down my cheeks, cutting through the dust that had been left behind on my face. I kept staring at my lovely girl, her finger twitching slightly. The last of her life exiting that small body. I reached for that powerful place within my centre again. Avenging her death would be the only thing I carried on breathing for. Living and struggling for. My centre was hollow, just like before and I sobbed.
"Can't you put a muzzle on the whore?" A guard hissed from above me, still pulling on my shoulders. His voice scraped against my ears like sandpaper. We were almost to the gate. Almost at the end of where all my happiest moments had taken place. Elliana taking her first steps beneath the branches of the mighty oak to my left. Hadeon kissing my stomach at the pond to my right. Memories faded into black despair as we drew closer to my demise. Another wail ripped from my vocal cords, vibrating back down, deep into my chest.
"Have some sympathy! The woman had lost her child!" Damos growled from in front of us and came to a stop. Spinning around, his eyes lit up with anger towards the men. His eyes softened considerably as he looked at me. Eyeing my condition up and down, he lingered slightly on my exposed chest and bristled. There was pity within his face, but I had no energy to sneer his way. Amongst them all, he was the kindest. How had he ended up with these monsters?
"Why have we stopped, Lord Damos?" Adlan asked from the front, not caring enough to turn around. A few men were behind him, but he was tall enough that he could see over all of their heads if he wanted to. Damos pinched the bridge of his nose and flung his head towards Adlan.
"She cannot arrive to his Majesty in this state. It is in bad taste. Let me retrieve some garments for her inside the house. I will not be long," Damos told Adlan and without missing a beat, he walked past me and towards the house. I slumped back into the men, not caring whether I was exposed or not, but something hidden in Damos' voice kept me thinking. Adlan grumbled in the background, not pleased that Damos had gone back to get me suitable clothing. Even the men were complaining in hushed whispers.
A few minutes passed before Damos showed up again. There was a twinge of another scent on him. Familiar in every way, but foreign in another. It mixed with his own tones. Damos came to stand before me, a new light within his eyes, as if something had shifted inside his soul. There was a tentative smile on his face when he handed me my silken black dress. It was newly bought and never worn before. How very fitting.
"Get dressed, we cannot have you flaunting those whilst we travel. It would draw too much attention," he explained. I took the fabric between my hands and felt something hard and cold between the folds. He had taken something else. My eyes grew to slits as I stared up at him. Another faint smile from him told me he knew I had felt it. "We will stop on the outskirts of Stygian so you can change and protect your modesty."
Why would anyone in the Draco Venandi care about my modesty?
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
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.
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