Dragon Ruler

Prologue

We come from a long line of assassins. It is expected for our children to be trained as assassins as well. Some of us despise our job, others enjoy it.

I looked at her. My wife. Ohen, her dragon, stood looming over her. She held a glittering blade in her hand. "I can't do this," I think to myself. My sword felt heavier than an ox in my hands. What if we don't come out of this and I never see my beautiful children. Hirador is rattling his scales, the sun reflecting off of the emerald green, the same color as her hair. 

"You can't delay this any longer, Griffith." She charges. Ohen takes to the sky at the same time as Hirador, the scaleless dragon much quicker than the one weighed down with scale. 

"You don't have to do this!" I yell at her. "Leliana, please!" I sound so pathetic. She doesn't stop. This is the only way. Husband and wife battling, dragons roaring overhead. She reaches me and raises her sword, I raise mine to meet hers. The metallic clang rings in my ears, going around my head. This is real, she's fighting me. Her sword slides down my blade, the screech of the two swords hurts. There is fire and water raining down around us, steam rising from the dragons, trees crashing down.

"She was born into an assassin family. She is destined for this life." Leliana growls through gritted teeth. She separates our swords and goes for my flank. Back stepping and deflecting her blow, I look into her dark brown eyes. There is a fire burning in her eyes. 

"She isn't capable of being an assassin. She isn't the right for it." I push back, knocking her down. I stand over her, looking down at the strong willed woman below me. "Give up," I say, hoping she will.

"No."

A burning tree crashes to the ground beside us. The perfect distraction for her. I jump back a few feet. Leliana takes her chance and springs up, as agile as cat. I don't know what hit me and I look down. 

"This is it," I think as I look at the sword in my stomach. I fall to my knees. I can't stand, but I want to desperately. I have to. I look from my stomach to the stone cold face above me. There is no regret in her face. None. 

"I'm dying, if not dead." 

"Papa?" I open my eyes. There's a pair of bright green eyes staring at me. I must have fallen asleep in my chair, again. "Yes, baby?" I ask. I look at her, a mess of black curls falling so long. I look over to one of the table chairs. Bright golden eyes stare at me through a mop of blue curls, so like hers. "Can we go play outside?" I look back to the girl. "Of course, my love." I kiss her on the forehead and they both run outside.

I hear a roar. It was heard for miles.