Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Dragon Lord ❯ New allies (part 2) ( Chapter 7 )

“New Allies (part 2)”

“… my name is Faeron. I'm Arthion's best friend and the prince's second in command” he answered

 

“You'll have to follow me, it's not far” Faeron told Azami. He then took Arthion in his arms, careful not to hurt him more, and started to run with Azami behind him.

 

Meanwhile, at a castle known as the Royal Palace, another kind of battle was about to begin. At the center of the Throne room, a woman was standing. She wore a long white dress with long sleeves, similar to a medieval dress. Her curly black hair fell to her waist, and her yellow eyes shone with determination. In her head, she wore a small crown, incrusted with red stones; she held her head high, which gave her a very dignified appearance. The woman seemed to be waiting for someone, but she didn't have to wait for long. From behind the throne, a door opened and a tall man entered the room. He was dressed like a king, with a short dark green tunic and pants, and had a bigger crown in his head with blue stones. His long, white hair was held in a braid, and his intense blue eyes looked at the woman with a mixture of anger and pity, although he seemed calm.

 

“I'm surprised… I never thought you would do something like that; after all, we had an agreement” said the man.

 

“I don't care, Morothar… do you really think I'll let you kill my son?” she answered defiantly.

 

“To be a queen, you're too innocent… you forget you're my prisoner and that, after marrying you to get the crown, you're no longer useful” the king, Morothar, said.

 

“Oh, really? Then I guess you have discovered how to use the medallion” the queen answered.

 

“Your insolence will be punished someday, my Queen… but for now, I have more important business to do with your son”

 

“You don't seem so confident now. Are you afraid of Arthion?” the queen mockingly asked.

 

“How dare you! He's doesn't have even the half of strength I have!! If you're going to say such stupidities, you better go!” he said, making a gesture with his hand to dismiss her.

 

The queen smiled; after all, the mere mention of Arthion's name seemed to worry him, despite his words.

 

“He'll die soon, don't doubt it… and I'll make sure you watch it” the king said, angry. The queen ignored him and walked to the door, still smiling; when she was about to exit, turned to see the king.

 

“He's stronger than you, and you know it, you have knew it since the first time you saw his eyes... that's why you've been threatening him, you're afraid of his true power… but now that he has recovered his hearth, Arthion has all he needs to recover his crown…” she said, and leaved without looking the king's furious expression.

 

When she leaved, Morothar calmed himself. “Well… if my people don't want to subdue to me, I'll have to force them…” he said, smiling.

 

Meanwhile, Azami and Faeron had arrived to a small cottage, separated from the other villages. At the door, there was a beautiful woman, dressed with a soft pink modern dress that made a curious combination with her eyes and hair, as blue as the sky.

 

`Another dragon' Azami thought, looking at the woman's slightly pointy ears. Faeron, however, seemed to know her, for he climbed the pair of stairs and entered the house without saying a word. Azami was about to protest about the man's lack of courtesy when she realized the woman was looking at her.

 

“Hi! You must be prince Arthion's human companion… Faeron told me about you. I'm Alassëa, please come in” the woman said kindly. Azami looked at her with a mixture of wonder and annoyance: the dragon's telepathy wasn't definitively her favorite ability.

 

When she and Alassëa entered the house, Faeron had already placed the prince on one of the room's bed.

 

“What happened?” Alassëa asked, worried.

 

“That stupid attacked the villagers and he tried to protect them; it seems he was stopped by some kind of energy and didn't have time to repel the attack, so I guess he decide to receive it” Faeron said, “However, his wounds don't seem to heal, and he told me something about a poison, but I don't know what he meant” he concluded.

 

Then Azami remembered Arthion's words: “…the poison in that dragon's teeth has slowed a little my recovery, but don't worry, it's nothing serious” “I know” she said to the other two, “moments before, he fought a brown dragon, and he bit Arthion's arm… maybe that's the poison he's talking about”.

 

Faeron looked unsure, but Alassëa seemed to recognize something, for she grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something; she then gave the paper to Faeron.

 

“Please, bring me these ingredients, quickly!” she ordered, a little blushed, and he obeyed immediately. “A brown dragon's poison is strong… it prevents the wounds from healing, but probably Arthion thought he hadn't received a big dose. Don't worry, if that crazy Faeron brings what I told him, he will be alright” Alassëa said, but Azami noticed the curious tone in which the dragon mentioned Faeron's name. Before she could make a comment, Alassëa entered the prince's room, and ordered Azami to wait outside.