Okay first I would like to a pologise for two things. The shortness of the chapter and the my awful poety/song writing. I'm serious I suck at it. But here is the newest chapter of Dragon princess. Please comment, vote, and enjoy reading!
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Zartiyil’s POV
The rest of my day with Minnie at the market had been uneventful compared to me gaining this animal. The wolf, as Minnie and the man who gave him to me had called it, at first would give me side glances from my arms as if he was thinking on whether or not he could trust me. I would always give a reassuring smile in return to his glances. Minnie spotted a certain person and told me to stay put while she ran off.
“These humans can’t stay put can they? They always seem to be doing something…” I told myself and I saw Dextu nod in agreement. Minnie then came running back all out of breath.
“I’m sorry Zartiyil. I just knew her from my childhood and wanted to say hi.” Minnie began to explain why she had left but I barely paid attention to it. My mind was focused on my fingers which were now running though the fur that cover Dextu’s body.
“No not bother yourself with an explanation Minnie. I do not mind that you went to see an old friend. Seeing old friends are like reliving happy memories, you could spend all day doing it.” I absently told her in a relaxed and dazed voice.
“Oh well, then I guess we should be heading back to the castle. You look as if you might just fall asleep here any minute! I also have to prepare another for…” Her words again drained away from my ears as I went to take a step and felt my legs feel all tingly and difficult to move. But nonetheless I followed Minnie back to the castle we had come from.
I didn’t mean any rudeness by not listening or responding to any try she made to start a conversation. But it was now obvious that the events of earlier days and now ere setting in. Now all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a very long time.
Minnie led me back to the room I had woken up from earlier, any damage I might’ve done with the fights I had gotten in was cleaned up. I set down Dextu at the foot of the bed and simply crawled on in, I didn’t even have time to bid Minnie good day as sleep overtook me.
I was flying.
And I was home.
It was the most magical feeling ever as I saw my home. The throne room was just as gigantic and beautiful as the day when I first saw it. I landed and ran straight into it expecting to see my Uncle Zan and his mate. But alas they weren’t in there. I began my way home, to the nest Mama lived in and where she raised Zralor and I. But nobody was there either.
Where could they be?
I began to look around all of the Dragon World but I didn’t see anybody. Not my Mama, Zralor, or anybody. Then the sound of singing caught my ears. It was low and melodious and sang of tales of old. I ran in the direction of the singing, in the area where we would hold our festivals were all of the dragons.
My uncle was sitting higher than the rest with his mate. They seemed to be laughing at the silly antics of the younglings. In the far side of the area was by brother, Zralor. But he was surrounded by several dragonesses that were all swooning as if he was the most handsome creature they had seen.
Lastly in the middle was my Mama. She was swaying back and forth while singing her song.
Oh great Xal
Please hear my calls
My calls of praise to you!
For we are yours
Your own true children!
Smile upon us with grace
For we want none more
Then to make you smile
Oh great Xal
Please hear my calls
My calls of praise to you!
True, that I could go on about how this song had been passed down, as out of tune, and how the words didn’t play together like the songs sung today. It still meant a lot to my people. It was a song sung by the Dragons of Old who were born in the time of the Great Xal. And let's just say back then, they just sung, no real tune was thought of.
Yet they only sung this song when celebrating. Such as: the birth of a ruler, a battle won with no losses, or even the death of a hated foe. I walked up to my Mama and smiled.
“Mama, why are we celebrating? What was happened while I was gone?” I yelled up to her, but she didn’t even seem to hear me.
Then my Mama turned to Uncle Zan and smiled.
“Oh my baby brother, isn’t this wonderful?” We won’t have to have a weak and pathetic human as our Queen or Princess now!” My Mama called out as she roared in joy and flapped her wings. The rest of the dragons did the same.
But wasn’t I the Princess?
“Yes! Very true sister dear! Now that our plan has worked and the Human Zartiyil has died in battle we will not have to worry about her taking the throne!” My Uncle Zan bellowed back out to his sister and let out a roar of flames into the sky.
"WHAT! Uncle, please do not say that is true! I’m not dead! I’m here, right in front of you! Please just look at me! PLEASE!” I screamed my throat hoarse but still they did not even seem to notice me.
Then my Mama glided to Zralor side and began preening him lovingly.
“Ah, my son I am so proud of you! You managed to ensure that wretched human’s death in battle! I am so proud of you!” My Mama nuzzled Zralor’s side while he grinned.
“It wasn’t that hard! She was just a human! Hahaha! Now that she is no longer plaguing my life I can spend all my time with these lovely dragons.” Zralor wrapped his wings around the dragonesses who swooned just as before.
I won’t believe this I can’t believe this! This isn’t happening! This isn’t real!
“Now a toast! To the death of Zartiyil! No longer will she plague our lives!” Uncle Zan called out as the dragons roared flames in response.
“I can’t take this anymore!” With a scream I flung myself off the side of the area and began falling thru the sky. Tears were streaming down my face as I cried out.
Then a blur began to fall beside me. I couldn’t see it clearly due to the tears in my eyes and the clouds as I was falling faster to my much awaited death.
“You must wake up.” A calm voice rang thru my thoughts.
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
“Wake up…wake up…you must wake up.” The voiced called out to me again.
“Who are you?”
“Wake up…wake…up…awaken…” Then the figure began to fade. I reached out to grasp it, but I felt nothing.
I was grasping air.
“Come back! Help me! Please come back!” I looked down and saw the approaching ground. I began to scream flailing around hoping someone would stop me before I hit it. Then I couldn’t breathe. My oxygen was failing me. As I clutched my neck gasping for air, I woke up.
The first thing I heard was the growling of Dextu and a small giggle. Then I felt a large mass sitting on my chest and fingers holding my nose closed, so that I had to breathe with my mouth.
It was a young human girl. She smiled at me and removed her fingers from my nose. Her hair fell over her shoulders much like mine but the color was of the sun, and her eyes were the color of the sky. She smiled and tilted her head.
“You’re awake!” She giggled out with a smile.
“Yes, I’m awake. Now who are you and what are you doing here?” I reach up and rub my nose where she had held it.
“I’m Odette and I heard you screaming so I woke you up! You must have been having a very bad nightmare! I could hear your screams from outside in the garden. It scared the birds away.” She finished with a grin and tilted her head cutely.
“Okay, Odette, I am Zartiyil. Now could you please get off of my chest?” Odette giggled again and slid of my chest.
“M’kay! Oh by the way, Zarti! I love your eyes! You should never close them! They look like rainbows!” Odette raised a tiny hand and pointed at my eyes. I smiled and felt warmth creep onto my face.
“Thank you Odette, I like your eyes too. They look like the sky…” I reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair from her face behind her ear.
“I like you! Come on get up! I want you to eat dinner with me!” Odette hopped off the bed and began to tug at my hand in the direction of the door. I smiled and complied after I gave Dextu praise and a pat on the head, which satisfied him.
I felt a tiny hand curled into mine as Odette tugged me along the castle hallways, much like Minnie had done earlier.
As Odette began to go on about eyes and how much she loved the colors of them, I found myself think back to the dream.
It seemed so real. It couldn’t have been real. Could it? And that figure…who was that?