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Kapitel 2: Put The Ex Captain

Looking down at the tiny child in a cradle, Queen Sabrina's fingers traced the scar on baby Drazon's face, then down to his broken horn.  Her eyes blazed with anger as she recalled the attempted assassination on her child, few days ago.

The Queen remembered the fear, anger and pain she felt. On that fateful day, while returning from an audience with the king and missing her lovely child, she changed her normal routine and went to see prince Drazon; A small action that saved her child's life.

Guards sprawled out on the floor beside the prince's room, their armour soaked in blood, a deathly pale look on their scales.  Queen Sabrina's immediate concern was of her child. 'Please be safe!!' she prayed to the Great God Anvil as she smashed through the door of her child's room.

A figure in a large hooded robe stood before the Queen's child, holding a sword overhead. The figure stopped mid swing, surprised at the Queens entrance.

Different emotions ran through Queen Sabrina's mind at that moment: astonishment, fear, anger all washed over her, but her body moved even though her brain was stunned. She charged forward, and closed the distance between her and the obscured figure.

The hooded figure brought down their sword right at that moment, but the Queen's scales deflected it. It scraped her scales and slid off, falling on the left side of her son's unprotected face. Though the blade was slowed, the remaining force and the sharpness cut through the child's face,breaking his left horn.

Without waiting to appreciate their handwork, that hooded figure let go of the sword as they took to their heels. The Queen, still scared, and fearing another assassin lurking about, could only look on as the figure charged through the window and escaped, as her son's cries of pain pierced through the dark night.

Picking up the child, she stared intently at his sleeping face as if to ingrain every facet into her mind.

Her joy, however, soon gave way to anger as she bared her teeth and growled at the thought of her so-called husband.

King Novax let out a hysterical laugh when word of the attempted assassination reached his ears.

"He laughed!! He laughed at the thought of his child dying!!" Queen Sabrina lashed out and cursed aloud. Breathing raggedly, her eyes moved toward the direction of the palace, as if she could see the king from where she was, seething with anger.

Softly caressing her child, she whispered into his ear "Don't worry my child, mother will protect you, no one will hurt you again."

Her eyes gleamed from the dark, with a determined face, 'Soon!!' The word kept ringing in her mind.

The ringing of a bell once again filled the streets of Elrandan the dragon capital, though this tune had a different meaning.

Dragon warriors equipped in armor, from head to toe, rushed out at high speed. Hard leather armor covering their gleaming scales, and sharp spears in hand. A bastard sword resting at their waist as they zipped past buildings.

The guards eyes blazing red, swept through the entire street, as they turned the city on its head. The Queen had left the tribe with the prince, and the king ordered to have her found and returned, with or without the cursed child.

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Unfurling her large green wings, the Queen took to the sky with her little child strapped to her back. Trying to put as much distance between her and the clan, Queen Sabrina pushed through her heavy breathing, trees flashing past below, until the morning light.

Her only hope was to reach the Griffin tribe nearby, as the dragons wouldn't dare enter due to their fear of coming into conflict, their vegetarian life dulled every warring spirit they once had.

  

Though a good strategy, unfortunately, she fell short of her expectations. Bringing a child while on the run isn't as easy as she thought it to be.

Lost in her thoughts, something flashed before her eyes. An arrow!! It whistled past her cheek, close enough for the rippling air to scratch her scales.

The queen stopped abruptly and wrapped her child in her arms. "Come out!! Stop scurrying about like a rat!"

Dragon warriors, clad in uniform leather armour exited the treeline. The dragons' helmets covered up their faces, and their gleaming red eyes shone brightly in the dark as they encircled the Queen.

"My Queen, the king has ordered us to escort you back to the palace, please come with us." A Stern face dragon at the forefront bowed. Without a change in tone, he relayed his orders to the Queen.

She swung her head around, counting at least 30 guards. Though powerful in her own right, she didn't have any delusion of breaking through their blockade, less so with a child in her arms.

Queen Sabrina gazed intently at the guard's eye as she spoke in a flat and calm tone. "I will have you relay my words to your king. Tell him I'm tired of the tribe scenery, I'll go back to the clan after having my fill of the outside world."  She kept her eyes locked at the guard in hopes of gleaning something from it.

Much to her dismay, the guard kept calm as if expecting her response. "Forgive me My Queen, but I believe King Novax would like to hear that from you."

"Do you dare hurt me if I disagree?" She challenged, her eyes seemingly wanting to bore a hole into the guard. Holding her gaze, the guards' claws stretched towards his waist as he played with his sword crossguard.

"According to his majesty..." He began slowly, "we are to escort you,... with... or without... (at this moment, he took a glance at the child in her arm) the chil..."

"How dare you!!" Her teeth bared as a scowl appeared on her face. "How dare you threaten me??" Her calm gave way to anger, hearing the threat to her son.

"Forgive me, My Queen." evading her eye, he bowed his head even lower as he continued, " I dare not threaten you. I am only relaying The King's order." 

She breathed raggedly as her chest heaved up and down. Staring angrily at the dragon, she spurt out a fume of smoke, relenting. "Fine, fine... I shall go with you... But remember this, for I will not take this humiliation kindly."

Raising his head, the guards' persistently calm face stared back at the Queen. "Thank you, your majesty." Ignoring the Queen's threat, he and the other guards bowed once again as they escorted the Queen and Drazon back to the city.


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"Why? What reason could you possibly have for leaving the tribe??" The king bellowed, his eyes turned red in anger as he questioned her reasoning.

Below the dragon throne stood the Queen, her head raised unwaveringly as she stared right back at him.

"I don't feel safe!!" She yelled right back at the king. Her lips quivering, she stood still and carved an unrelenting figure "The life of my child is in danger, and I shall not sit idly by while his assailant roams free! This tribe can no longer keep us mother and son safe!"

King Novax glared at his wife, claws pointing straight at her as he took a significant step and arrived right in front of her. "Then you will forgo everything? Everything? Your daughters? You will forgo me?" No longer able to stand her antics, the king shot out torrents of questions angrily, though unknown to him, the queen was well too glad to answer him.

Without giving the king a single breath, the queen gave her reply. "Yes! I'll forgo it all! I'll leave everything here behind!! Trust me, should any harm come to my son... I..I. I will surely make you regret it." she saw surprise on her husband's face as he couldn't bear to believe what he heard.

"Sabrina," calling out the name of his first and only love, the king reached out his hand, she turned her head, avoiding his touch. "All this for a cursed child?" his face contorted in pain, but before she could challenge him to calling the child cursed, he relented. "Fine. I promise you, the child will be safe here; I will make sure no harm comes to him."

The king sighed and waved her out, no longer wanting to converse. He walked back to his throne and gave free reign to gravity as he fell back into it.

After the Queen left the throne room, King Novax turned towards a dark corner of the throne room, where nothing can be seen, but the king, sure of his existence, gave out a command. "Glaive, let the child live, for now, but keep a watchful eye on him."

Without ever leaving the shadow, a gruff voice rang out from the dark corner, "Your wish is my command, my King. But Sire, are you sure we should allow this cursed child to continue drawing breath? He..." King Novak's eyes gave off a red glow cutting Glaive off. Glaive cowered back in the corner, fading into the darkness.

"Grow stronger young Drazon, this world is not as friendly as the rest of the tribes might think it is. Something has changed and I can feel the world won't stay quiet for long", thought King Novax. 

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Five years later.

 

 

A small dragon whistled by a towering structure. A gigantic palace stood there before the Great war cast a large and winding shadow on the ground. The extensive structure stretched into the clouds with eight massive towers, and a large fortress sized main building.

 

 

The Grand Palace, a massive structure made of branches from the world tree, is said to have been claimed by the dragons 300 years ago. 

 

Young Drazon sped through the archway and corridors of the palace, as he played his own little game, chasing himself. The guards all held a look of disgust at the sight of him, but having grown up with such looks, Drazon didn't even notice, thinking such looks were normal.

 

 

Not until on a fateful day, one which the ever so loving sister Issa asked Drazon, "Do you not care that all the guards hate you? You can see it on their faces, everyone hates you."

 

Drazon, thinking Issa was lying because everyone always looked at him that way, was confused; he was just a child, it wasn't until later Drazon came to know what his sister, Issa, meant.

 

 

When he finally grew old enough to leave the palace, he soon found such looks were not exclusive to only the guards, but of every dragon he came into contact with. Once again, he asked his sister Princess Issa who was very happy to clarify.

 

"Of course they all look at you like that! You're red, after all. We're all green! Everyone knows being red makes you cursed." Teasing him, she said her words with a hint of scorn.

 

Drazon, who couldn't bear the thought of being unjustly hated, ran to his mother in tears. "Mom, why can't I be like everyone else?." The Queen, saddened by her son's childish wish, consoled him and whispered to him, "Son, you are different; yes, but do remember, different also means special."

 

He only exhibited how special and different he is a month later.

 

On the day of awakening, the little dragons gain the power of elements.

 

Under a large stone house, little Drazon stretched out his head in hopes of seeing what was going on at the front. All 5 to 8-year-old dragons stood at the Grand Hall. With no wings on their backs, the children were less than half the size of the winged adult counterparts.

 

Ever since the dragon claimed the Grand Palace, the awakening ritual had taken place in The temple of the palace. Due to their population at the time, it was the only suitable structure, now only 100 children sparsely dotted the area, not nearly enough to fill up the grand room.

 

The dragons were called to the front and fed a suspicious-looking potion, then placed on an altar shaped like an ancient coiled reptilian dragon.

 

Drazon looked at the weirdly dressed dragons surrounding the altar. Wearing grand sleeveless robes, large round brass rings circled their arms, and strange symbols traced their entire body. The priests chanted in tongues as the child on the altar began to scream. As if going through terrible pain at this moment, a ball of water floated out of the child's body, and another child fainted. After awakening, the younglings were individually escorted away by the weirdly dressed dragons.

 

 

Drazon kept shuffling his feet anxiously as he scratched at his ear. The awakening process looked excruciating, and Drazon wanted to bolt, but every time he looked in the front row of the stands, the loving smile on his mother's face gave him the courage to stay. 

 

 

Finally, all the other kids awakened and left, all except little Drazon. The child, shuffling his feet like a goat, finally transversed the stage. A short distance that seemed like the longest journey of his life.

 

 

His mother stood up and approached him, gave him a little smile. Turning towards the dragon priests, Queen Sabrina with her commanding aura, took the potion from the priests and waved them off. "I will perform the awakening."

 

 

Little Drazon looked teary-eyed at his mother as she brought the green bubbling potion. Before the child, who was clearly looking for a way out, could even think of running, his mother forced the drink down his throat and lovingly patted his head, smiling and squinting at her boy. "There you go, my little prince."

 

 

The potion slimed down Drazon's throat, burning his insides; his heart beating in his ears, each beat louder than the last.

 

Ba dum.... ba dum… ba dum... 

 

Excruciating pain followed as the potion reached his intestines. Drazon's inside lit up, bright light spilled out from the spaces between his scales, as if trying to escape. Roaring and screaming, the child slammed into the ground on his hands and knees. Flames shot behind the bright light, erupting from in between his scales. Debilitated by the pain, Drazon missed the look of surprise on his mother's face.

 

 

Following the aura of fire, water leaked from his body and collected on his skin, dousing the flame. The once flaming child, now looked more like a shaggy dog of a dragon. Queen Sabrina, believing the awakening to be through, went to put her hand on her son's shoulder to comfort him. Just before she touched him, the water began to crackle, and lightning escaped the cracks of his scales, encircling his body.

Drazon looked up at his mother with fear on his face, a blue light emanated from his eyes. 

 

"Mom…. Help me..." he pleaded, straining to get each word out just before fainting.

 

 


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