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XENDAYA. “This is a pleasant surprise.” His voice is as calm as any predator before they strike. He steps forward with his cold murderous eyes on Leinaar, yet there’s something in them that makes me want to run in the other direction. ‘Agnarr!’ I shout through the link. We need help. There is magic around us, and I don’t think in my current exhausted state that Leinaar and I will be able to take him. Why do I feel like this? What magic has Elzan done on me? “Stop the fruitless cries, no one but I can hear you. And after our last meeting, there is much I need to settle with you,” he whispers coldly to me, his eyes not leaving Leinaar. “Now step aside, you useless whore.” “No,” Leinaar shouts, her aura surging around her. “Xendaya, now is not the time for heroics. Run!” With those words she transforms into her dragon, but I’m not leaving her alone, and as much as I want to protect my child, I know we won’t be able to get out of here, even if I ran. Agnarr and I both struggled again
AGNARR. “I think we should turn in for the night,” Kian says as we finish going over the plan and making a few changes. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve changed things. Those who will be leading the squads are all here. Haizhar, Harold, Kaizoran, Dagnoth, Hazran, our guests as well as a few more dragon chiefs. I nod, feeling restless. “Yes. Let’s rest.” We’ve done our best. If I’ve missed anything, then we will see in time. I have given it my best, but if I have left something uncovered, then we will have to face it when the time comes. “Well planned, there was nothing to alter. I’m impressed.” Remiel says as we turn to leave. I nod curtly, wishing I could remove this restlessness from my mind. Suddenly, the doors open, and one of the guards is carrying a bloodied woman. “My king, we found her clawing her way through the courtyard!” he says, his face pale as he places her on the ground. She’s naked, a clear sign she must have shifted, and her stomach is bleeding profusely.
I push open the doors to the Hall of the Dragons. The echo as they bang off the stone walls rings through the silent halls. Once again, here I am, to call on them to protect my queen. This time I do not have the will to say anything, simply bending the knee before the dragon in the centre. I simply lower my head, hoping they can hear and understand. Witness exactly what is happening… But will they? Am I losing faith in them already? No, I cannot, not when they have shown they are on our side. All I must do is have faith and give it my all. My Dragonette wore the crown of the true ruler. Nefzaan cannot touch her! Protect her. That is all I ask of you. I look up at the magnificent statues. They say silence speaks louder than words, so today I am silent. Praying that you hear me. Grant her strength and protection in this time. I know she is brave, and right now, it is her strength that is keeping me sane. To believe that she will hold on for me. The doors open and I turn seeing
A/N: This chapter contains slightly distressing content but nothing too graphic. XENDAYA. As a child, the haunting tales Mom wove for us in the candlelit hours of the night were something I looked forward to. Stories filled with brave heroes and creatures of nightmares who sought to destroy castles and claim lives. Little did I know then, the true monsters of this world are so much more terrifying than what the darkest depths of our imaginations could conjure up. Before me stands a man – no, a monster who is a living manifestation of pure evil. His presence is far more ominous than any monster from a story. I don’t know how, but his eyes, cold and soulless, hold a malevolence that surpasses anything I have ever seen. This evil being relishes in the suffering of others; he revels in it. He enjoys it. Nefzaan is a sick, evil monster who needs to be destroyed. In the stories that Mom told, monsters could be vanquished by knights in shining armour before they were able to do much da
XENDAYA. I see his eyes widen and I raise my hands, defying the powers of the enchanters as I break into a run. A run that feels like I’m trying to wade through tar, but even then, it’s fast- faster than they thought. I reach the Enchanter that’s closest to me as Nefzaan roars and lunges at me, just as the other three enchanters' powers grow around them. Too late! Now… come on. Breathe… Focusing with everything I have I unleash my aura, forcing them all back before I bite into the neck of the man I’m holding, tearing out his jugular vein with my hand as I gulp down his blood, allowing it to fuel the hunger within me, to give me the strength that I need. “GET HER!” Nefzaan snarls, and I hear the thundering footsteps of more dragons approaching. No. Not today. I glare at the door, slamming it shut before a blast of wind throws me back. “You will pay for the crimes you have committed!” I snarl, throwing the body to the ground as I focus on Nefzaan, and ice spreads beneath us at
AGNARR. Sudden pain rushes up my leg and although I do my best not to let it show, it sends fear rippling through me. Although I’m refusing to let it cripple me, the chilling truth cannot be denied; this is Xendaya’s pain. She’s hurt! I have to get to her right now. There is nothing that can control my rage any longer. Not Xendaya’s parents nor my brothers. Nothing. The moment I see the huge castle with halls large enough for dragons to fly in, I unleash the rage that has consumed me – rage that has festered within me. Letting out an earth-shattering roar that will reach the heavens themselves. We are at the huge gates that lead to the castle which is far stronger than any other. Vast enough to fit an entire city within its walls. A stronghold that is said never to be breached, but today it shall be! The ancient fire within me wishes to be unleashed, to destroy all that stands in my way, but I am saving it for Nefzaan, not the homes of the citizens nor the land that I need for t
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
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