Flavius
I wake up to the bird's song outside my window and the smell of fresh dew in the air. Sitting up, I stretch my aching muscles, getting myself ready to leave. Today I'm going to face Ellie, I will not hide again. I can only imagine how she must have felt when I didn't show yesterday morning. Leaving my house, I stare up and watch for a moment as the black of night begins to fade into the light of day. This light, the light of another new start. I walk through the city and into the woods, my boots sloshing in the mud. Reaching the small lake, I take a moment to wash in the water. Moments later, a large gust of wind causes my hair to fly around my face. Ellie must be here, I think, as a smile crawls up my lips. I hear something thump loudly in the direction of the forest, but before I can turn to see what it is I'm suddenly splashed with ice-cold water. I wipe the watNora Taking one last look in Flavius's direction, I strip out of my clothes, stuffing them into my bag. Stretching my body, I take off into the sky at full force my wings cutting through the air. I have been so busy recently that I had completely forgotten about the butcher whom I have left poisoned in the dungeon for nearly two days. I cannot believe I allowed myself to leave him down there for so long. What if Gwen has gone looking for him? My mistake could cost us greatly. I land swiftly in front of the castle, letting out a huff of air, and fazing back into human form. The guards eye me up as I change back into my clothing once again. I shift my eyes in their direction, making eye contact with one of the guards. He coughs uncomfortably and looks away. I walk quickly through the halls of the castle. A weight presses down on my body as stress fills my entire being. How could I allow myself to
He looks up at me horrified as I hold my bloodied hand over his face. He clamps his mouth shut turning his face away from me. "W-Wasn't it your blood that made me this way in the first place? I thought you weren't going to kill me. You lying bitch," he sneers out fearfully. I lock my fingers tightly into his roughly yanking his head back. How dare this lowly human speak to me in such a manner. "My blood is the poison, but also the cure. Now hurry and open your mouth before I change my mind,” I snap. Without further arguments, he opens his mouth. Squeezing my hand, I drop some of my blood into his mouth. Bits of my blood fall into his mouth and onto his chin trickling down his face. Once he is done drinking my blood, I pull away from him and head to the door. Opening it up, I turn to the guard. "Could you please have someon
Flavius I'm stirred awake by a beating roar of thunder, and the pounding of rain against my window. Slowly, I sit up, rubbing the sleepiness from my eyes. Tossing my woolen blankets to the side, I set my feet on the cold wooden floor. Grabbing my boots from where they sit next to my bed, I slip them on. While I'm getting ready to leave, I can't help the worry that pulses through my veins like fiery venom. Having never learned how to fight, I have to wonder if I'll even be any good. I know that physically I am strong, working as a blacksmith most of my life has gained me immense physical power. But what good will I be fighting against dragons? A human could never face the full wrath of a dragon head-on. The only humans I’ve heard of taking on supernatural's are humans with magical bloodlines but since the Fires of Alira, the magical bloodlines have dwindled in number. After pulling my disheveled c
I lift the spear up, examining it. It's lighter than I thought it would be, and I've never seen a metal like this. "What’s this made from? The craftsmanship is impeccable,” I say in awe. Soren smiles triumphantly, "You have a good eye. I am not surprised you have never seen the material; it is native only to dragons. It is known as dragon's ore,” he tells me. "What exactly is this 'dragon's ore'?" I ask. I've never heard of anything like it. There are many things in this world a lot stronger than steel that weapons can be made from, but this one is new to me. "Dragon's ore can only be obtained by dragons. It is made from the shell of dragon eggs, the strongest material in this world. No matter how hard you try, you will not be able to break anything made from it. Dragon eggs are meant to withstand nearly anything, the only thing that can deal any
Nora "Are you all right, your highness?" Gwen's meek voice calls out from behind me. With my jaw clenched, I glance back at her callously. Is she seriously asking if I am all right? Do I look all right? Rather than getting to spend my morning with Flavius, I have been subjected to wedding planning. Why must I be the one that comes up with the menu for the banquet? I do not care what we will be eating. I cannot believe I am only a few days into it. I have no idea how I am going to survive the next two months. "I am perfectly fine. Thank you for asking." I bite out, glancing back at her through narrowed eyes. Without responding, she looks down at the ground, clenching her navy-blue dress in her fist. With a huff, I continue down the hall to my chambers. When I reach my chambers, I dismiss Gwen with a wave of my hand. Shoving my door open, I throw
As I rouse from a heavy slumber, I am first aware of the coolness of the air and its fresh earthy fragrance. My clothes are damp as a flower in the dew of dawn. Peeling my eyes open, I sit up and take in the shafts of fading moonlight the burst through my open window. Waking up has been harsh, especially since my dreams have been better than reality. The saddest part is, eventually memory of these dreams will fade, and I will be left to deal with the hard truth of reality. Tossing my blankets aside, I set my feet on the icy floor, shivering ever so slightly. I stand up, taking a minute to stretch out my sleep-ridden muscles. Quickly getting dressed, I leave out the front of the castle, deciding to walk to the small lake instead of flying today. The deep greens of the forest glows silver in the fading moonlight. The morning hum of the birds and crickets sing in my ears a
A cold sweat beads rapidly down my body as I stand frozen in the dimly lit room, facing my father. He stares at me, his thorny gaze tearing me up from the inside out. "I knew I should not have let you go to Mimmgar with your brother. If you had not been there, this never would have happened,” he bites out coldly his every word piercing my heart like being stabbed by a knife. My father's officials stare at me scornfully after receiving the news of my brother's death. Their gazes burn my skin like acid as the weight of the room closes in around me. Darkness fills my entire being. I take in deep, shaky breaths to try and console myself. I knew father would upset over Fafnir's death, but I never expected to be blamed for it. He is right though if I hadn't been there Fafnir would still be alive. I cannot seem to do anything right. Unable to respond to my father's words, I stand
Sixten Poulsen? I have never heard of him before. How is it that he knows of me, but I have never heard of him? "It is quite rude to show up on someone else's lands unannounced. I find it hard to believe that you are only here so as to lay eyes on a beautiful woman. All dragons have beauty. Why waste time looking for one you have never seen?" I question. I do not find his story believable in the least. There is no way someone would come just to see me. "You have caught me," Sixten says with a crooked smirk, "I have been traveling all across the lands in search of my mate. When I heard the chieftain of the Perilous horde had a young and beautiful daughter, I was hoping to try my luck. Though it would seem to me that you, Princess, have no intention of allowing yourself to be courted. Which is quite a travesty, considering you are so beautiful," he says, his voice silvery, tossing in a sly wink at the