Come back to Chaos, Asikoitae.
I snapped my jaw onto the smallest dragon that neared me, and threw him to the ground- ripping out his throat. You're just pissing me off.
Good.
I stepped over the the black fire that now began to die. I began to take a step towards the temporary two, but then stopped... Hearing a voice I haven't heard for many years.
You liked killing that young dragon. You like the taste of his blood. Don't you? Become what you once were. Kill them.
I tried ignoring my voice- Asikoitae's voice, staying on task. But I was already caught off guard. A thick darkness consumed my vision and body, paralyzing me.
That's a shame really. One day I'll take off the chains and let my old self free. I'll be the hell I was famed for.
Stop, I yelled inside my head... Even though I knew those power hungry thoughts were mine. I was Asikoitae, and she was me. I'll always be Chaos and Hell itself, no matter the lies and persona I put up.
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Shortly after paralysis, I felt my magick die. Somehow, I slowly went into human form as the sound of our defeat echoed in my ears. Chains that burned my skin, was wrapped around me. Then I was dragged onto what I assumed would be a large wooden cart.
Hours passed. The groans of pain to my kin now being muffled. Soon a gag was tied to and put in my mouth, the thick darkness fading away. We were surrounded by their army. Laughs and grins mocked us. I growled at them, only to receive a fist to my temple.456Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnwpP3jVaBb
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"Watch yourself dragon. Soon enough you'll be in my Kingdom." I glared hard at the one who hit me. "Have something to say to the King?" I slightly nodded. The King untied the gag, placing it on his armored leg. "Speak."
"You of all people should know very well about who I am. Your threats mean nothing to me. Your kingdom means nothing to me." I leaned towards him, voice cold and harsh. "Understand that I can rip out your throat with my teeth in seconds."
"Then why don't you?"
I then took a chance and entered his mind, showing him images of my past self. Because it feeds that. I feed it- I become it. Then I'll kill every last living thing here. Including my kin.
"You're bluffing."
I've done it before. So I'm not. This isn't a threat King. This is to show that I'm Hell itself and I truly have no care in the world for your words. Hence, I say good luck. You'll need it.
He grimaced and laughed, tieing the gag back on. "No. I won't."
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Thynorth
Three days. It’s been three damn days since our defeat. I’ve finally reached Jorn, the Elven Kingdom- deep into the night. I had been greeted with open arms by some Scout Elves, but most avoided me. It didn’t at all bother me. For I understood why... I was furious with anyone and everyone who merely looked in my direction. Or was my fury at myself? For failing? For letting my mate stay behind?
“Why this sudden visit, Thynorth,” asked the guard, Kiiro, who was escorting me to the palace. “If your Queen is cooperative, you may find out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” I glanced at him, his already pale face turning into the color of a bright pearl. That was no surprise. I’ve noticed that elves have always been fearful of old and great Dragons of Earth and Fire. Of course, besides Chaos Dragons, we’re the largest threat to their civilization. I can make their plants and homes rot and whither, or I can create an overgrowth that crushes anything I wish. Someone like my dear mate can burn most of the forest to the ground. The elves were lucky to have us Dragons as allies.
After a long walk we reached the palace, made of oak trees intertwining one another. In front of the silver gates, stood Emarenthae with her chin high. Swiftly I made my way to her, leaving the guard in the dust. “Em.”
“Thynorth,” She chimed. “What is it you need?”
“We lost. Amanice sent me away to get help from you.” She motioned for me to follow with a smooth wave of her hand, as she opened the gates. “And what do you suggest I do?”
“Organize your army. March unto our enemies, and free my kin.” She sighed, slightly bowing her head. “If you lost as you say. I can’t. They’ll slaughter us if I do such a thing.”
“You were willing to help us just days ago, and now you won’t? Are we not allies, Emarenthae? We need to take action! The longer we wait-” I choked, suddenly feeling sharp pain in my stomach and heart. Hang on , I said with my soul, hoping it would reach Amanice. 456Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrjpwOZ785Z
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“Think with a clear head, Thynorth! Calm yourself. If I send an army after the Wyvern riders, we’ll barely be able to do much to them- even with our magick. Your kind is considerably stronger than us and yet you lost. Hence it’s suicide to do as you ask. Is that clear?” I nodded.
“Good. Then I’ll tell you what I can do.”
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Amanice
I sat alone in a cage, hands and feet shackled, still unable to go back into my true form. I had no clue where I was, but I figure I’m in the damned kingdom that belonged to the Wyvern Riders. “Is anyone else in here,” I asked into the cold pitch black, praying that I'll hear someone of my kin respond. There was only deafening silence. Damn it.
“Well if it isn’t Asikoitae herself. My dear sister.”
“Xulred?” There was a flash of red light, a small fire coming to life in front of the cage. Sure enough, it was my brother- standing tall and strong, looking down at me with dead cold copper eyes. He laughed, “Finally you don’t deny the name given to you. Have you returned to your old ways?”
I quickly stood, trying to reach through the bars and grab him… Only to touch nothing but air. “Come here,” I laughed, ignoring his question. “Bastard.” He grinned, “Have you forgotten? Father disowned you. And took me back in as his son with open arms.” He pulled out a ring of keys, unlocking the door. Then quickly grabbed me, and threw me into a stone wall. My head hit it the hardest, causing my vision to grow dark and blurry. “I really hate that you even came into existence,” He said, grabbing the back of my head, slamming it into the wall once. I looked up into his eyes, “You used to be such a great brother. Then you changed and stole-” He slammed a fist into my abdomen multiple times, never allowing me to catch a full breath. I gasped in pain, desperately trying over and over to engulf his arms in fire.
But it was pointless.
“Where are the Rebels you lead,” He asked, pushing me to the ground. His armored foot slammed into my ribs. “Where are they?!”
“I’m not-” Another kick of which broke a bone. I wheezed, “telling you.”
Xulred picked me up, and tossed me back into the cage like a ragdoll. “We’ll see.”
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