Taking of Medalia

Leven, the Outlands prince, waved a hand, forcing open Medalia’s throne room doors. Despite the heavy blockade. His silver armor glistened as much as his bright yellow eyes. A knowing smirk rested on his face.

The soldiers guarding their king trembled. They knew what the foreign prince was capable of unleashing. And his full powers had yet to be seen.

“Kill him!” King Talus cried from his throne.

Hesitating, they rushed forward.

Leven lifted a hand, and all their necks snapped at once. He stepped over their fallen bodies. Gaze trained on Talus. Holding out an arm, the peppered king’s sword came to him. “You’ve grown weak, old man.”

Talus stood with confidence. “The Medalia we know will die with me. You’ll do nothing but destroy it.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m going to take it as my own, seeing how my parents banished me from the Outlands.”

“Their only lack in judgement was that they didn’t foresee you coming here.”

Leven’s grin never faded. He inspected the jeweled sword. “It’s a pity, really. How useless Medalia is now. Your generals have been slain, your son has been captured by my army, and I can waltz right in and take your throne.” He teleported behind Talus. “Your time is up.” In one swift move, he beheaded the king with his own sword. Stood splattered with blood. Looking very much like his mother with his pale skin and charcoal gray hair falling just past his shoulders.

A small gasp caught the Outlander’s attention. He whirled around. Someone was behind a pillar. He teleported to the source of the sound. Grabbed the servant girl by the neck and lifted her up.

Her thin frame quivered.

His head slightly tilted. “There is a power about you that I cannot read. How strange. But I can tell the old king favored you.”

She struggled under his grasp. Fear etched in her face.

“I won’t kill you. Not yet. You may prove interesting. But I am your new king.” He dropped her. “You will serve me, now. I will make you my personal slave. Tell me your name so I know how to call you.”

Throwing herself on the floor, she remained in the lowest form of submission. Her voice small. “T-Teckia, my…my lord.”


V and the Red Dragon

“I am a dragon, and you will respect your queen!” Velokitari roared in the ancient tongue shared by all dragons who spoke.
The red dragon laughed. “You are nothing but a fleshling. You are more human than dragon.”
She slowly rose from her throne, multi-colored eyes boring into the beast. “Dragons come in many forms. A creature of your low intelligence should know at least that. I am the most different, therefore I am queen. Do you understand?”
The enormous throne room filled with silence, save for the rushing waterfall. Then the red dragon’s bellowing laugh echoed among the stone. “Is that how it’s run around here? Whoever’s the most special gets to rule the lands?”
“I think I’ll see the council now.”
“The council is not to be bothered with petty dealings. If you wish to join our Sanctuary, you are required to go through me.”
“Certainly.” Running his tongue over his rows of teeth, he lunged towards the throne. A pair of black dragons stopped him before he reached the base, however. He snarled.
Velokitari hadn’t flinched. “The twins hatched at the same time. There was a third that hatched minutes later. Let’s just say they shared it in no time flat. The twins are my brothers. It would be wise not to provoke them.”
“You call yourself a dragon and claim dragons to be your blood. I’ve never seen such blasphemy! I shall devour you where you stand.”
The identical guards rumbled low warnings. Their red eyes glinting with ire. Simultaneously, their shoulders settled into place as their rear haunches braced for launching.
Her head tilted. “So I take it you no longer wish to join the Sanctuary? Your request will not be considered a second time. But know this.” She took each throne step at a deliberate pace until she stood between her brothers. “If you remain here, I will clip your wings and keep you under surveillance. Your scales are not to be trusted.”
“I will take no more of this!” Rearing back, the red dragon gathered strength. Blew a stream of fire at the queen when he landed back on his front legs. A smug grin controlled his lips. The fire died.
She remained unscathed. “Is that your best? Though I must say your surprise to my fire resistance amuses me greatly. Didn’t I tell you I was skilled with flames? You should know I also have power over earth, water, and darkness. Four elements I have so far mastered. I am superior to you in every way.”
He bared his fangs. “I shall return with an army of dragons. We will rid this place of the monstrosity you are.” But he was attacked. Before he could even turn to the ledge for flight.
The twins were on him in an instant. Biting and clawing as they neared the outsider to his death. They kept their wings folded tightly against their bodies. Wings were too vital to be lost in a skirmish such as this. Bloody moments passed, and they brought down the larger dragon. Fought over which body parts they desired.
She watched with delight. One of her favorite things was witnessing death brought on by her brothers. They were skilled, quick, and efficient. It was always a pleasure. Once the pair gorged most of the meat, she sent the miniature dragons that prowled around the throne over to the corpse for scraps.
The small bunch scurried over, chirping and eagerly sharing in the prize. Two tugged over a piece of tough meat while another kept being shoved aside by the twins. The fourth scavenged, staying out of the others’ way.
Crossing her arms, the queen walked to the edge of the open throne room. Staring down the waterfall that flowed from under the palace. The red dragon was not the first to claim her human. Her hands clenched. She was no filthy fleshling. Though, if she was to be honest, she had never been past the guarded walls of the Sanctuary. Sure, the occassional knight came though, but they were armored.
She huffed. And it didn’t help she ordered their executions before she saw what they looked like. An idea rushed over her. She would go outside the Sanctuary. She would travel and see the outside world. Meet the humans she supposedly looked like. Her eyes rolled. Why was it so hard for some creatures to accept? Pivoting, she marched to her quarters. She was clearly a dragon!