*muse runs away*
XENDAYA. That was something I did not need to witness… I was partially worried that he’d do something to hurt her, but at the same time, I didn’t know why I even came to check. If I intervened, he would have just attacked me… I don’t even know why it affected me. She is also his wife. His first wife. I’m the second one here… ‘How dare he!’ Shayara growls. I don’t have the energy to argue with her, not when she was team Dragon Dick up until now. ‘You are in time out, remember?’ I say before I shut her off, just wanting some peace in my mind. The fortress suddenly feels too small, and I change course, heading towards the exit of the castle. There are guards stationed here and there, but no one stops me. I’m almost at the front door, the moans and screams of the queen following me. They make me sick. I’m not sure what he is trying to prove, but she sounds like she’s in equal pain and ecstasy. He has no shame… these people are barbaric! I exhale, refusing to get worked up over scu
XENDAYA. We returned to the castle, and I first have a bath. I didn’t realise just how hot it was until I was bathing in the cool water of my bath. I didn’t take too long knowing Agnarr was on his way, and I didn’t want him to come in here whilst I was naked. I get dressed quickly and when I have just finished getting dressed, and Yorna has finished fussing with me, I sense his presence. I frown slightly, remembering what I saw earlier. If he wanted to make her jealous, then he shouldn’t have used me in that attempt. I don’t know what is going on between them, but they clearly like one another. I remain sitting, deciding I’ll also ask if he knows where the pouch Mom gave me is. Surely someone must know, and I don’t think anything gets past him. ‘You are looking for a fight.’ Shayara says. She’s silent and I’m grateful for it, but I know she is a little disheartened. ‘No, I am not. I simply want to know where the little package Mom gave me is.’ The door opens and there he stand
XENDAYA. I pull open the pouch and take out the little cloth-wrapped item inside. What is this? I’m not sure it’s been opened, as it’s still bound tightly with the string, but I’m sure he must have examined it. I doubt he’d just give me something without checking. He doesn’t trust me, and I don’t blame him for it, because I do hate him. ‘I hate him too.’ Shayara growls. I don’t know why him fucking Aslantha affected her so much, but it did. Unwrapping the item, I look down on an amulet of some kind. From the style and craftsmanship, I can tell it’s from the Sanguine Empire. It’s a dark antique silver metal wrapped around a ruby diamond in the centre. Flipping it over, I can see the inscriptions on the back. I read the words. Mom made sure we knew this language. An amulet that is said to grant a level of protection to the wearer. I smile softly. For Mom to give me this, just shows how worried she must have been, she isn’t the type to believe in protective magic or rely on them
AGNARR. The tension in the air is almost visible as the guests pour into my fortress throughout the afternoon. Perhaps they are here to find the weaknesses in my walls, or maybe they will try to attack me in my own home. Who knows? Surely one or two will betray me and I will betray a few, too. That is how things work. They are searched upon entry, but we all know there are many ways to achieve what we need to without the help of weapons, poisons or spells. They are all from different tribes, from all across the kingdom and of different elements. “King Agnarr, or as you are now called outside your lands, The Outlaw King.” Haizhar, an earth-dragon of one of the bordering lands, says as he greets me with a hug. “I am called many names. It is hard to keep up,” I reply as I sit back on my throne. He chuckles, taking a seat opposite me. The leaders of the tribes sit at my table, whilst their men join mine on the long tables below. To the side, there’s a group of entertainers, men si
XENDAYA. Chief Haizhar might just be one of those people you end up liking. He loves to talk, and even the dumbest person in the room would know he is anything but sly and cunning. He says things as he thinks them, even if some can be quite blunt. His fascination with Clair De Lune makes me enjoy talking about the kingdom even more. It is incredible how isolated the Dragons have remained from the other kingdoms, caught up in their own war. “So, you simply stroll down the road and can pluck a mango from the tree, and no one will want to chop your hand for thieving?” I smile. “In some places, yes, although mangos are rarer in the capital. As long as we aren’t stealing from the trees on other’s lands. You are an earth dragon. How is your land?” I ask. His jovial grin falters, and he sighs heavily. “Riddled with war, we are stuck between intense heat and intense cold. As earth Dragons, we can control the earth. I can make the ground beneath us open up, but it does not mean I can repl
XENDAYA. Dinner is over, and the chiefs are escorted to their rooms with women and wine. I’m certain some of them mentioned having wives… The way their minds work is beyond me… It’s so normal for them. “What is with that expression of annoyance, Wolf Princess?” Agnarr asks as we walk back towards my room. I hope he is simply dropping me off and not expecting something. He had insisted on dropping me off and I couldn’t refuse him when he asked so bluntly. “I was just wondering how those men have wives at home… does this not count as cheating?” I ask quietly, not wanting anyone to hear. Agnarr cocks a brow. “You mean fucking women on trips away from home? It is rather normal. Why? Do you not like it?” he smirks as Yorna and Hirelda open my doors and bow low to us. I step inside first and turn around, trying to block Agnarr’s entry. Of course, he isn’t phased. “It’s not about me liking it, I’m just confused… A harem and multiple wives are the norm here… but going to other kingdom
AGNARR. I sit upon the highest roof of my fortress, staring out at the land that I call mine. Barren, dangerous and extremely hot. My people are tolerating this place despite its shortcomings. Perhaps one day soon I can move them to a better land. My mood is dark tonight. I do not know why I am disappointed; she did as I asked and showed respect before the chiefs; it is all; I was foolish to think there was more. But I did not disrespect her, yet she refused me. What is this? Where one cannot even bed his wife. Clearly, she-wolves are rebellious and do not show their men any respect. I frown, my irritation rising. I don’t know how much longer I will tolerate her disrespect. I know I said that I would not go to her, but that was before I gave her my blood. Now I wish to have a taste of her. Irritation ripples through me as her words replay in my mind. ‘Yes, yes you do…’ I disgust her… My eyes blaze as I glare down at the grounds, keeping my simmering anger reigned in. Her co
XENDAYA. “Until you too decide to betray me. It is now your burden to carry.” My heart squeezes painfully at those words spoken with such confidence as if it’s inevitable… as if deep down he knows that I will… I watch him walk away, the weight of Aslantha’s crown heavy upon my head, a trickle of her blood dripping down my forehead. Kaizoran grips my arm and pulls me from the hall that is now covered in the blood of many. The aftermath of a horror scene… Three people died there today. I don’t know what happened fully, but I gathered a few words from the conversation. Friya, betrayal, Nefzaan, and son. I knew the word son since many of them were addressed as ‘Son of’ when I was learning about the guests who were coming. “What happened in there?” I ask Kaizoran the moment the door shuts behind us, pulling free from his hold, needing an answer. “That is Agnarr’s place to tell you,” he replies gravely. Ever the loyalist. “No. He said what he did for all to hear. Tell me!” I deman
Four years later… “What are you thinking of?” Agnarr asks as he climbs into the lake beside me, his eyes on our children. “I was wondering what the gender of this one might be,” I remark, patting my flat stomach, our fourth child is on the way, although there is still a lot of time yet. Agnarr cocks a brow as he settles against the rocks and moves me in front of him. “A son.” Another son?” I say, looking at our three sons. Each one has dark hair with different shades of green eyes. I see Agnarr in them all. Arkyn is nearly four years old, Fenrir is three and Roald is one and a half. They play in the water, splashing around, and even little Roald splashes powerfully. He is a water dragon and likes to drown his brothers in waves of water. “Yes, I told you, we will have many sons.” I smile, not arguing because so far he has been correct. Plus, a seer we saw said he will indeed have many sons and I am happy to give them to him. Pregnancy got easier each time and with the short spa
XENDAYA. A few weeks have passed, and we are in the new castle that now has been built to the extent that it is liveable, although there is plenty of construction left with help from experts in plumbing and electric work from Clair De Lune. However, enough quarters have been made for some of us and the staff to move in and tonight we are celebrating our victory. Our dead have been buried, our friends have left us to return to their lands, with new oaths of allegiances being forged and life has been good. Dad and Mom returned home too, hoping I’d visit them soon, and Mom promised they would come visit when the little one arrives. Niko was challenging several Alphas who were to try for the title of Alpha of Alphas in a few weeks, but we all know Niko will win. He is powerful. Lycus who had watched the kingdom in their stead also wrote to me. Although he mainly spoke of Niko’s training, I hoped despite our damaged relationship one day we can rebuild it. Callista is enjoying life as
XENDAYA. I awake to the sound of the magical song of an Elven King falling in battle and I do not need to be told in words that Orrian Keyxina, King of Elandorr, has fallen in battle, for this song says it all. Silent tears trickle down my cheeks as I sit up and the two women there instantly bow their heads. I touch my stomach, but I don’t need them to confirm. My baby is perfectly fine, his strong heartbeat thudding powerfully. ‘Our pup is perfectly fine.’ Shayara says softly. ‘We did it Xenie…’ ‘We did’ “Your baby is healthy, My Queen.” The healer says, bowing her head. “And the King?” “Outside with the armies.” She bows her head, and it feels as if a burden has been lifted, but the fear I still possess as I wonder who we have lost makes me worried. I slowly get out of the blanket, and the other healer helps me into a cotton gown. I feel weak, but I am fine. I step out of the tent, slowly making my way towards the large army that has gathered, sprawling out for miles. Tents
AGNARR. The battle cost us, even if victory was ours… Xendaya is in a makeshift tent and a healer has taken a look at her. She and my son are both fine, but she is very weak. She suffered blunt force trauma to her back, which impacted her womb, but she is well - they both are. She was given blood and we now wait until she wakes up. Although I don’t want to leave her, I need to meet the rest of the armies who have gathered. To learn how many we have lost and to thank our allies. Nefzaan’s men who did not surrender were killed, and those who did surrender are being held prisoner until justice is served. ‘Agnarr… where are you?’ Kaizoran’s voice comes. He sounds exhausted. The heavy footfalls from outside prove that a considerable sized army has returned. ‘I am coming.’ I respond, stepping around the corner of the tents. I stop in my tracks, looking at Hazran and Dagnoth’s lifeless bodies that Kaizoran carries. I frown slightly but simply shake my head. Niko is beside him and alth
XENDAYA. ‘Xendaya!’ I hear Agnarr’s shout as my mind spins, before he dives towards me, shifting back to his human form with his wings spread behind him, catching me as he shields me from the assault of boulders and debris that rains down upon us. “Are you alright?” he asks, his hand going to my stomach as he holds me to his chest. “I am. He’s powerful.” I say, coughing and tasting the blood in my mouth. I don’t think I’m alright… I can feel a sharp pain spasming through my lower back and up my spine. ‘He always was. Stay here.’ He commands, his voice shaking with a rage that makes my own heart skip a beat. He puts me down just as Nefzaan attacks. This time Agnarr doesn’t hold back, not restraining how far his flames carry, filling the sky with an orange hue. The ground that is covered in a thick layer of ice now starts to morph into large spikes, “That bastard!” Agnarr snarls, lifting me off the floor as he flies me to safer ground. ‘Let’s end this now…’ I say, ‘Shay… what we
XENDAYA. A smile crosses his handsome face before his aura explodes, and I watch as he transforms into his true and most powerful form. A magnificent black dragon that shines with an emerald hue. The most beautiful and incredible dragon I have ever seen. His magnificent wings beat powerfully, and I grab onto his back and jump on. I was wrong. Agnarr’s dragon is larger than his grandfather's, albeit only by a little. The fading pain in my back is like a memory almost forgotten. We rise above the castle, and I’m focusing on the battle before me. Nothing else is important. Agnarr sends a ball of fire at them, and they counter it swiftly. With every attack Agnarr sends, I am using my abilities to reinforce the fires, pushing them against theirs. The brutal winds are only making the flames spread and with my power combined, they can only duck or try to avoid the deadly flames, yet the way they move, despite their size, is swift, agile and calculated. The Ancient Dragon Flames destroy
ORRIAN. We have succeeded in securing the front, breaking through the castle walls and watching the walls come down. The roar of victory fills the air, and I raise my hand. “Wait! We will not enter until we have the signal.” I say loud and clear, watching the dragons in the air. There’s something strange around the two of them… a dark energy that makes me hesitate. “In that time, take care of the injured.” Someone passes me water and I gulp it down as I search the darkening skies before observing those dragons. There’s some kind of barrier swirling around the area. I watch as several dragons try to hammer against it, but it’s as if there’s an invisible wall… “King Orrian! King Remiel is injured! We are the closest to them. Our soldier has begged for assistance!” I turn sharply, gazing at the wolf who had spoken. Remiel has not signalled… but I can see the truth in the eyes of the man before me. “Hold your position. I want fifty of the strongest with me!” I say, “Khalen, I want
MORGANA. Dragons. They are something different. Fighting against them is not something I have ever experienced, and it is new for me and for our people. They work together with resilience and determination, yet at the same time, if you isolate one, it will still hold against its opponent, with the force of a dozen wolves combined. Their scales and their bodies can take more than other species… The older the dragon… the more powerful it is… and although Agnarr is older than me, he is a baby in comparison to many of his enemies’ men. That is something I noticed. Agnarr leads the younger generation, and although his numbers have grown larger than Nefzaan’s, he does not have age on his side. For those that Nefzaan has recruited under his command are ancient. Xenie… My child, be safe… I pray that Agnarr reaches her. I saw him light the skies on fire earlier, heard his thunderous roar and I can only hope that he has gotten to my daughter. That she is safe. I would question the gods
XENDAYA. I watch as Agnarr’s wings spread behind him, his eyes blazing, those sharp slits fixed on Nefzaan whose rage clashes against Agnarr’s. But power reigns supreme. ‘You should never underestimate the Kingslayer!’ Nefzaan snarls as he spreads his wings, his voice reverberating around us. I can see smoke in the distance, see the battle commencing, and Shayara snarls, her anger and power radiating through me. ‘We must be ready to rejoin the battle,’ she growls. I nod. Even if Agnarr expects me to stay out of the way, it will not happen. He has fought alone before and even now when it feels he will succeed, Nefzaan is too calm and that is why we are partners… This is our battle to be fought as one. Together. I just need energy… and a little time to heal. I look down at Liya, who is alive but unconscious, much to my relief. Taking a deep breath, I stretch my leg which is healing, feeling the throbbing pain slowly ease up. Just a little while longer… Nefzaan is not a reckless