Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Dragon Lord ❯ The king's army ( Chapter 10 )

“The king's army”

     After Arthion's recovery, the group was ready to continue. Since Alassëa had decided to join them, the little group was waiting for her outside the house. When she finally went out, Azami watched her: she now wore a lile Chinese outfit and a dark blue diadem on her hair; she looked beautiful, and Azami wondered if she was trying to get Faeron's attention -which, for the look in the red dragon's face, she had achieved-.

 

“The capital is far from here, so we better get moving” Faeron said in an attempt to distract himself from Alassëa's image.

 

Immediately, the three of them transformed, and Azami watched Aly with interest: she had never seen a female dragon. She was smaller than the other two and, though she seemed strong, her body was more slender.

 

“Err… Azami, with who of us you'll go?” Arthion asked, and the girl screamed in surprise.

 

“You can talk?!” she said unable to stop.

 

“Of course I can!... my body changes, but not my mind” he said, a little amused by her reaction. Quicky, Azami decided to go with the prince; she didn't know exactly why (or so she thought) but she now enjoyed his company. She approached him, and Arthion crouched a little to help her climb to his back; he them gave a sign and the three started to flight.

     Azami was scared but excited… not even in his oddest dreams she had imagined flying in a dragon. She looked at both sides to see Alassëa and Faeron, and a question surged in her mind; she wasn't sure why she was curious about it, but felt it was a good moment to ask.

 

“Hey, Arthion, can I ask you something?” she said.

 

“Yeah…” the prince answered, unsure; he had been answering her questions about his race for the last week, and really didn't want to know what was next. However, nothing could have prepared him for Azami's question.

 

“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked.

 

Arthion was so surprised he almost fell to the ground… he didn't expect that question, and mentally thanked all existent gods for being in his dragon form, were she could never see him blushing. At his side, Faeron was laughing.

 

“No… no, I don't” he answered, “why?”.

 

“Well, it's strange. You're a prince, aren't you? Princes in all tales have a princess or a fiancée… besides, I'm sure any girl in Sunao would have accepted you… they seemed in love with you” Azami continued, without knowing why it was suddenly so important to her.

 

“No. They're in love with my face, not with me, and that's not love. True love is when you actually like the other's hearth and soul… not only his looks” he said.

 

Faeron then decided to enter the chat “Wow! How poethic! You really sound as if you've experienced. Have you found the one, then?”.

 

“¿The one?” asked Azami.

 

“When we dragons choose a mate, it's for all life. We will love no other… that's why he said `the one', because no matter how many mates we know, there's only one that's real” Alassëa answered.

 

“Well, that's romantic” Azami said, and they continued to travel in silence.

     Meanwhile, at the Royal Palace, Locien and the commander were standing at a huge open space, known as the Round Yard. At its center, they had placed a small altar with many different crystals, and both dragons were now waiting for his king. Morothar appeared in one of the doors that lead to the yard, and slowly walked towards the altar; he seemed angry.

 

“It's all alright, my Lord?” Locien asked.

 

“Yes… that insolent queen will never bother me again. Just make sure she doesn't escape” the king said, looking at the commander, who nodded in agreement. “Is it ready?” the king continued.

 

“Yes, my Lord, the altar is arranged and the barrier ready, you just need to initiate the spell” Locien said and, with a worried expression, asked, “what about the prince?”

 

“And his companions?” the commander asked as well. Morothar merely laughed softly.

 

“You really want to kill him, don't you, Mael? But don't worry, you'll get your revenge… Faeron is with the prince, and he'll come sooner or later. We only have to wait and they'll come, bringing me what I want” he said, “Now, it's time to start”.

     Morothar placed himself in front of the altar and, with a small dagger, made a cut on his right palm. He then let the blood fall over the crystals in the altar and increased his power. A silver aura surrounded him, and the crystals shone with different colors. Morothar raised his hands and a burst of energy erupted from the altar; it moved around the king like a tornado, lifting him from the ground. He then extended his arms, and the energy became a dense red mist that abandoned the castle and moved towards all the capital and the cities nearby. The citizens, touched by the mist, started to walk towards the castle, their eyes empty as if they were sleeping.

    Back in the Round Yard, all was normal again. Morothar was smiling. “Let's see if they have the courage to destroy them” he said, and laughed.