In the kingdom of the Unseelie court a festivity was on it's way to its crescendo as food and beverage were passed around and dancing was on the to do list. a few humans here and there could be spotted among the crowd. Mostly among the female faerie and some of the males as well but not as many. It was somewhere in between the toast to Queen Morgainne that a wolf among th sheep launched an attack against her. Sadly for him, he was swiftly snuffed by the whisk of a onyx coloured blade. She sat there for only a brief moment before her eyes became like the abyss and stood. "If the Seelie court wishes for war then that is what they shall get!" Swiftly the Unseelioe court assembled their troops and made for the Seelie territory. The Seelie had set up their defenses once they sent the assassin on his suicidal missions. What awaited the Unseelie were not just the Light Faerie but the wood elves of the Seaway Woods, the IronHill Dwarves and a multitude of other races who aligned themselves with the Seelie court but the Unseelie never go anywhere or attempt battle without their own backup plans. Among their ranks were the Bloodbourne Orcs of Blackwood forest, the goblins of Den's Canyon and few others ruthless characters. Fighting had gone on for months until the Seelie pulled out their trump card, turning the tide of war to their favor. News of this was passed onto the Queen and her advisors. There was much discussion on what should be done until a lone servant spoke his mind. "Your Highness, if I may speak freely. I heard of a group. A powerful group. You might have as well. The ones that over took Ravenswood and Dragon's Keep." A field marshal eyes widened before slamming his fist on the table. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND!? THE CHILDREN OF TIAMAT CANNOT BE TRUSTED! THOSE WYRMS WILL WANT NOTHING BUT-" The commander was quickly silenced by the Commander of the Unseelie forces. His voice was smooth, cold and calculated but had such confidence behind it it made the younger commander yield. "Say boy, do you know where we would be able to find this Children of Tiamat? The young boy flinched after being point on the spot. They're through the feyline southwest of here near Phantom Pass then just follow the path to Dragon's Reach...You'll find them there....But....But be careful. The young lord is right. They cannot truly be trusted. Cynbel raised his head and walkd towards the boy, patted his head. "I'll be the judge of that. Horis-" He looked over to the young commander. "Assemble your finest men...We make our way to Dragon's Reach."

"And they shall come forth. The scaled demons of the elements who shall consume the realm for their own greed. Dromoka, wyrm of the earth, shall thrust his claws into the ground and open a hole to hell. Paraxthyon, the wyrm of water, shall flood the seven kingdoms, drowning those who live upon it and shall be assisted by Theais who will create great typhoons ever known. Kholgan, wyrm of lightning shall create storms that will turn day into night. Sulleykaar, the wyrm of fire, shall scorch the Earth and those in his way shall fall to ashes. And finally, those who die await an ancient dragon known only as...Ugin, the wyrm of the afterlife. He will consume the spirits of the dead and plunge them into eternal damnation." - Jundai the Wise, High Elf and advisor to King Ashborn of Ravenswood



Inside the Great Den they laid. Eight in total, their bodies covered by the shadows of the walls. The light pierced through the entrance of their lair in the form of a jagged point. A dragon of deep Emerald sniffed the air and opened a jade eye. "We have visitors." Dromoka had announced. Soon after his statement, six other pairs of eyes opened and glowed dimly to the entrance of their sanctuary. A single silhouette followed by many more approached the mouth of the cave. Paraxthyon glanced over at Dromoka and Kholgan.

"Unseelie..." Informed Paraxthyon
"The Unseelie come seeking assistance? From what Paraxthyon?" Questioned Dromoka.
"They bring a companyyyy. Do they dare challenge ussss?" Kholgan seethed with a low rumble.
"I wouldn't have a clue...Sulleykaar?" Theais glanced over at the ruby-colored dragon. He opened a single eye and looked over at Theais and snorted a puff of smoke before yawning widely and shaking his massive head.
'There was an assassination attempt on the Unseelie Queen and it failed horrifically to the point it was disgraceful. The Queen retaliated with a declaration of war and since then fighting has spread through the feylines. All those wonderful races picking sides whether they want to or not...It's pathetic. However, this could be beneficial to us. The one in the front I assume I Cynbel, Grand Field Marshal and General of the Unseelie forces. It must be serious if he has come all the way out here...' Instead of saying what he wanted aloud for the Unseelie to hear, he passed it on via his telepathy. One of the many things the magic wyrm could do.

They laid patiently, awaiting the plea from the Unseelie court itself.

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Life had changed dramatically since Kiara’s return to the Dark Court. Life was easy and free then, one might even venture to say that it was innocent. Of course, one who would say that didn’t really know Kiara that well. Even still, everything was different now. She had grown into something beautiful and terrible. Her elemental powers had manifested in school, where she was able to hone in on them. The magic came in strong, uncontrollable bursts at first, but now it was a finely tuned weapon. The earth was hers as the fire was once her mother’s. And now, she was strong, she was fierce, and she was deadly.

Life as an Unseelie soldier wasn’t all work, though, nothing in the Unseelie Court was. ”Passion before duty.” The code was meant to live and die by, and Kiara would. Kiki still found times like these to indulge herself, and she found them as frequently as she pleased. For the young 25-year-old faerie, war was just as thrilling as a ball, and vice versa. The best days began covered in bloodied armor, and ended naked and tangled up in bed with a pretty thing.

Tonight was one of those kind of wind down nights. Kiara spun around the ballroom floor with a delicious little morsel. He was a human boy, hardly over 18 with hair as fair as the morning sun. A gossamer spider-silk gown barely covered her intimate parts. The fabric clung to her skeletal frame, leaving little to nothing to the imagination. The human was getting handsy with her, and she let him. The scent of lust filled her nose and sated her in ways that a five course meal would stuff him up.

Good things never last, or so they say. Such proved to be true that night. The Seelie had planted an assassin in their midst. The misguided soul attempted to strike at the Black Queen and quickly met the kiss of a guard’s blade. It was one of her father’s men, but not her father; He hardly found time for revels these days. ”War is brewing.” he would say. Kiara guessed that he was right. Morrígan’s crow-black eyes were glowing with the fire of Hades as she spoke.

”If the Seelie court wishes for war, then that is what they shall get!” The crowd of fey creatures of every shape and color erupted into cheers and chants at the words of their Queen. The energy was electric. That was the first time Kiara truly felt the call of war. The orgasmic vibrations could be felt deep in her bones. She yearned the flavors of pain and suffering… lust and jealousy could only get one so far. The pinnacle of pleasure was out there for the taking, and Kiara would find it in the fields with her father and his iron sword.

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Dragons were prideful, that much Cynbel knew. Most races in Faerȗn were arrogantly prideful, hence the unending squabbles throughout millennia. These particular dragons, though, were also very dangerous. The fact could make this particular trip very lucrative, or very foolish.

The Unseelie generally weren’t very fond of holding their tongue, but Cynbel knew when to pick his battles. This would not be a battle, not if he had anything to say about it. This would be a business transaction, an exchanging of wealth - be that monetary, strength, or information. And everyone knows that dragons love their wealth.

Cynbel took carefully measured steps so that he would be seen as professional and, for the time being, harmless. His beloved wrought-iron Wraithblade hung sheathed at his side. He was armored in fine, leathery hides and a flowing black cape with the sigil of the Unseelie Court hung from his pauldrons and billowed out behind him. The armor was more ceremonial than practical because, as previously stated, this would not be a battle. Silver white hair hung in long, straight strands and blended in with his deathly pallor. If moonlight could be a living thing, it was Cynbel.

”I am Cynbel the Iron Wielder, Hand to Queen Morrígan, Grand Field Marshal and General of the Unseelie Forces.” he began he monologue in a tone oozing with calm diplomacy. Cynbel spoke to the mouth of a cave, where only the glint of light reflecting off of serpentine eyes could be seen through the darkness. A small troupe of men stood behind him as a protection from potential attacks, and as formal witnesses to any deals that might be made this night.

”I come to you in times of war, but not as an enemy. It is our goal to forge an alliance with you and your kin. Your power and might are spoken of all throughout the lands of Faerȗn. If you would honor us with a conversation, I believe that we might be able to up with a lucrative agreement.” It was a simple statement, wholesome in its brevity and meant to tug at the draconic pride and curiosity. At the very least, his presence alone might seem interesting enough to warrant a sniff.

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"We will assist you. In return we have a two thirds of the land south west of your kingdom and two positions in the court itself: Chief War Advisor, Advisor to the Dark Queen...We offer the Orcs of Bloodrun and Thanes as well as my own person group, The Order of the Crimson Wing..."

One of the Unseelie recognized the Bloodrun Orcs while the rest recognized the Order. They were a band of very powerful members consisting of men and women of all races. The surprising thing about them was that there leader was a human who was rumored to contain the blood of a dragon. Sulleykaar, however, was far from finished.

“And I myself will join your campaign but in return I want something valuable that you have. It's something that cannot be bought." His eyes darkened and bore into Cynbel's own. Sulleykaar knew for a fact that Cynbel had an idea of what he meant. The cards were laid out on the table and now it was just the decision on Cynbel's part.

Cynbel was as silent and stoic as ever. It was evident that the wheels were turning behind his amethyst-colored eyes. This was a generous offer, more generous than he could have hoped for, the Orcs of Bloodrun and Thanes, as well as The Order of the Crimson Wing would surely turn the tides of war in their favor. Such an offer would cost the Court dearly, that much he knew. The Unseelie Court had many treasures to offer, and requests for gold and precious stones would be met in abundance. That wasn’t what the red dragon wanted, however. He sought positions of political power. Sulleykaar could see that the Unseelie faerie was taking in the offer. It was a very steep offer and most importantly in the favor of the Children of Tiamat. So he sat silently, his newly morphed fingers intertwined and resting in front of him.

“Two advisory positions?” Cynbel nodded thoughtfully. Sulleykaar gave a simple nod.. “One under me, and the other under the Queen. I believe this could be arranged, pending a few clauses. Your voices would be heard, and you would hold considerable power, but no more so than Moriganne. No more so than I. Can this be agreed upon?”

”Under you will be unacceptable. However, as equals I can allow, since it is our help you are asking for. I am a generous individual considering that those mentioned are under my alliance and are not your mere run of the mill mercenaries. As for under the queen that is fine. We would not want to show any disrespect to her highness...or darkness. Honestly I am not quite sure what the Unseelie prefer to call their queen.” He gave a light chuckle before clapping his hands together.

”Equals?” Cynbel mused, scratching his hairless chin in thought. Like the elves, faeries did not grow facial hair. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. ”As equal as we could be, I suppose. For you are not fey, and you are not of Moriganne’s bloodline. You can stand by me as a commander of the Unseelie Horde, but do know that they are -- we are -- a free people. They will not follow you because of your power or authority, they will only follow you if your goals align with theirs. My people are fickle, but quite strong when united. We have never had two commanders before, but, change is good.” The words of The Code flowed like honey from his lips. Change was good, and this could be very good for his people.

”We will never be equals with the faeriiiiiie! Seethed Kolghan. He seemed to glide across the terra with almost no sound as he met face to face with the Faerie General. ”You are nothing more than a quick meal to us than any form of Alliesssss. We are above the UnSSSSSeelie court. You best watch your wor-” With a simple flick of his wrist and an audible boom,, Sulleykaar had sent Kolghan careening to the far upper side of the cave, causing the den itself to rumble and small chunks of rock and debris to fall where the black dragon was tossed. Dromoka let out a deep rumble, most likel laughing at the antics of the black and red dragon. Sulleykaar’s scaly clawed hand glowed dimly white before fading to its original crimson tinge. The red dragon narrowed his eyes in the direction before turning his attention back to Cynbel.

”Sorry about that intrusion to our business deal...So-” He leaned slightly forward his crimson colored hair gracefully falling to his side. ”Next on the agenda.” He looked at Cynbel with a thin smile. ”The land request. I say that it is rather a simple request unless you see other wise?”

Cynbel nodded respectfully. ”Of course. In fact, because I cannot guarantee you true equality, I will up the offer on our side. The Northwest section of the Wyld Woods shall also be your territory. There is good hunting there, and a fully functional portal to the human realm. It would be a fine place for a den, or you and your kin could stay in the nearby Château if you prefer. Can this be agreed upon?” His voice was kind, friendly even, but very business-like. The thistle fey behind him stood with a quill poised over parchment, ready to put the deal into binding terms. Sulleykaar glanced over to the one who was writing down the agreement. He cocked an eyebrow before looking back over at Cynbel. ”So you’re willing to add to the deal?” A bark of laughter rang through the den as Sulleykaar’s sides began to hurt. ”Wonderful...Hahaha...As I told Ugin if anyone of us could make good business ventures it would be me. I see no problem with this. I have seen the den there and I must say that it would be a great place to keep Kolghan...HAHAHAHA!” He nodded in agreement to the added bonus. After he regained his composure, he looked at Cynbel with a smile. This smile however, was different than the others. He had something planned and his eyes were only showing the same suspicious intent.

”You know. Never try to one up a dragon. It’s not a healthy choice. But I shall also raise the stakes. I myself will join you in battle instead of watching it from a vicarious position. However in return i want something more valuable than some mere coin and stones-” The smile quickly vanished and became very serious. He let the hint linger in the air and waited for Cynbel to catch on.

Hard violet eyes studied the dragon. Cynbel was sizing him up. What was he getting at? It felt like he was standing on a fault line. If he said or did the wrong thing now, it would all be ruined. Hell, he might even wind up dead. Masticated and digested in the acids of a dragon’s belly… what a way to go. The silver-haired faerie held his lips in a thin line. No, he would not die this day. He would agree to this one last request and the deal would be set in stone.

”I would be honored to have you fight beside me.” Cynbel polished his words with a slight bow of his head. He brought his head up to boldly meet the gaze of this scarlet stranger he hoped to soon call friend. ”What is your request?””

Sulleykaar’s serious face moved to more of a mischievous grin. ”Many Unseelie fathers and mothers hope the best for their sons and daughters. It is the pride that comes with seeing their sons and daughters move through the ranks of an army, or come of nobility status, or have children of their own that can continue the…interesting cycle that is the Unseelie way of life. He paused, letting the words sink in. He gave Cynbel a quizzical look before gesturing to him. ”You are a father yourself are you not?.” He smiled.. Paraxthyon blinked. Dromoka shook his massive head. Theais remained silent as did the rest.

Cynbel processed the words. And there it was… the ultimate request. That fault line he was standing on? It was now shifting beneath his feet. He had to say something, anything, but he had to say the right thing. “Y-you?” the ancient faerie uncharacteristically stumbled over his words. He cleared his throat to speak clearly this time. “You want my daughter?” The sound of the thistle fey dropping his quill in shock behind Cynbel was the only thing to break the silence that followed his loaded question.

”That is my offer. If you decide against it the deal is off and we look forward to greeting our new Seelie neighbors with a gift basket and some of the finest elven wine money can buy. His shit-eating grin was more than unnerving and aggravating than any shit-eating grin could be.

Horis spoke up in Cynbel’s silence. [color=??]”You jest. You cannot truly be requesting an heir!”[/color] Cynbel rose his hand to quiet the younger commander who spoke out of turn. His face was calm and collected, but he ground his teeth together behind pursed lips. In all of his wildest ideas of how this conversation would go, he did not factor in his wayward daughter. Not even once. She would hate this, she would hate him for this. But, as the ruby-hued dragon stated, it was this or they would join the Seelie ranks. The Seelie already had the Children of Bahamut, he couldn’t let them have both of the powers that be in the dragon world. It was with a very heavy heart that Cynbel nodded in solemn acceptance, praying that Edana’s fiery spirit wouldn’t smite him where he stood.

”Record the terms of this deal for the dragon Sulleykaar and I to seal, Lonn.” The thistle fey scrambled to pick up her writing utensil and finished scrawling out the contract. She produced the parchment to Cynbel along with a sharpened piece of bone. Cynbel used the tool to cut his thumb, draw an ample amount of blood to the surface, and then press a dark red thumbprint against the page. There was more magic and power in blood than in a simple signature. Lonn turned to Sulleykaar next but did not meet his eyes in quiet disgust of his request. She simply offered the dragon the contract and the bone knife so that he could finalize the deal.

”Splendid!” He exclaimed. Sulleykaar added insult to injury with the last request. He was known to have the silver tongue but this was golden. He could feel the smile on Ugin’s face emerge from behind him. He quickly took notice to the fey soldier known as Lonn pass the piece of parchment to Cynbel. The red dragon watched as the defeated Faerie broke skin and signed the blood packed. The fey then brought over the parchment to him, refusing to look at him directly. So, Sulleykaar leaned over to look directly in her eyes. ”Thank you my dear. Hmhmhm.” He chuckled as he took the contract from her however refused the bone and instead substituted it with his own claw. He pierced his thumb and did the same but not with as much blood as it lightly burnt that particular area of the page. His thumb then glowed red as he press it onto the paper, an audible “sssssssss” from the heat, engraving indefinitely his print. ”Now-” He took a step back and looked into the eyes of every single fey soldier and dragon. ”Let this day mark the beginning of a new alliance in a time of war. This agreement holds true to our promise of supporting our neighboring kingdom that is the Dark Queen’s home as it also holds true to the Unseelie’s agreement of terms. An agreement of scales and stone. I, Sulleykaar of the Children of Tiamat welcome you as our brothers in arms. Go now and pass this unto your Queen.” He then turned his head to Ugin, who gave him a simple nod. Turning back a more genuine smile upon his face. ”So now that we have settle this, let us return to the kingdom to talk more about the Seelie and what I have in store for me and my men.” He gently patted the shoulder of Cynbel and walked slowly past him towards the mouth of the den.

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The flight home was relatively quiet. Cynbel spent most of it stewing over the situation and trying to plan out how he would break this news to Kiara. When Sulley decided to break the silence, it was to discuss war tactics. Cynbel was thankful for this, talking about war and strategy came easy, thinking about what was waiting for him at the Unseelie court, however, was not. The distraction was welcome, even if Sulleykaar was the source of all of this internal strife.

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After a day spent in training, Kiara took off her armor and set it aside for tomorrow. She had a luxurious soak in a tub scented with rose water and then changed into a thin night dress. Presently, she sat brushing her hair in front of the looking glass that was once part of her late mother’s ornately carved vanity set. The shimmering surface could function as a magical communication system as well as a mirror… currently it was just a mirror.

Kiki hummed as she ran the brush through the lengths of her cherry-hued locks. A knocking at the door disturbed her song. ”Enter.” she said with a hint of curiosity and excitement in her voice. What kind of visitor would she have tonight? Needless to say, she was quite surprised to see Cynbel walk through the door.

”Father!” she said and put the brush down quickly. Her left hand smoothed her hair down self consciously. Kiara was about to ask how his trip to Dragon’s Reach went, but Cynbel spoke before she could.

”Will you take a walk with me?” He asked, knowing that it would be best to not be in a closed space with Kiara when he said what he had to say.

”A walk? Oh - of course!” She said in a chirpy tone, completely oblivious to somberness behind his request. Seriously, a walk? She couldn’t remember the last time her father had offered such an indulgent allocation of time for her. Maybe he had something really important to tell her… maybe she was being promoted in rank!

Father and daughter left the castle together and walked from the Castle Courtyard towards the woods, he in his armor, and she in her night dress. It was chilly out, but she hardly felt the cold in her excited state. Cynbel hadn’t said anything yet, so Kiara broke the ice. ”How did it go at Dragon’s Reach? I see that you are very much alive, so I assume we have a few new allies on the fields of battle, yes?”

If it were another time and place, Cynbel would have smiled in pride of his daughter, choosing to discuss war rather than frivolous matters. Instead, a frown settled upon his thin lips. ”That is why I brought you out here, actually.” Kiara looked over at him with a raised eyebrow. Cynbel sighed deeply in preparation and then recounted the deal with Sulleykaar ver batim. He paused before getting to the final request and stopped walking to turn and look at his daughter. Cynbel took the time to admire her features and the kind adoration she had for him. This was the last time she would look at him in that way, he was sure of it, and it absolutely broke his heart. “Sulleykaar pledged to fight alongside us as well, for one final price; Without this part of the deal, everything else was off the table, and they would aid the Seelie instead.”

Kiara hissed quietly at the mention of the Light Ones. What more could the dragons have wanted? So, she asked ”What was their final request? A chest of precious stones? A dragon’s weight in gold?” she hazarded a few guesses. Cynbel’s face darkened like the other side of the moon.

”He wanted you.” Cynbel said quickly, like ripping off a bandage before a wound had a chance to heal.

Kiara just stared at him for a moment, processing. Her father was here. He was alive. He had said earlier that they had come to an agreement That means… he agreed to the final request. ”You didn’t…” Kiara said in a volume barely above that of a whisper.

Cynbel said nothing more, he just stood there looking ashamed. Rage boiled from deep within her, turning her eyes the color of molten lava before she completely erupted. “You DIDN’T!” she repeated with so much force that the earth beneath their feet began to quake. Her fists hardened into calcified stone before she shoved her full weight into Cynbel. He accepted the blow and stumbled backward a few steps. “You sold me like cattle! As if I’m your property! You agreed to give me away to a complete stranger.” her voice broke a little in her hysteria. Her words only served to fuel her fire and she swung at him again and again. Cynbel dodged some of the blows and accepted some of them as well, he knew that he deserved each and every one.

“CRAVEN!” her shout echoed like a fierce growl. “Fight back or I will kill you where you stand for this.” He didn’t strike her back, which pissed her off enough to land a hit square in his nose. Dark blood trickled down his lip and off of his chin. Kiara poised her foot to stomp it hard into the earth and summon it’s aid. Before her foot met the ground, Cynbel said something.

It was lower than a whisper and spoken in the Old Tongue. This particular combination of sounds had not passed his lips since her birth, and though she didn’t know this previously, this was her name. Her true name. The next words he spoke were a command: ”You will go with Sulleykaar. You will go willingly, for the good of your Court. You shall meet tomorrow morning in the Queen’s Privvy Council”

Kiara stared as dumbfounded as if he had just struck her clear across the face. To know a faeries true name, and to evoke it, was to have complete control over them. She would obey this command because she had absolutely no choice in the matter. This was a personal violation of the deepest kind; A breach of trust… a breaking of the heart. And then the worst case scenario flashed before her eyes. ”No, father, please tell me you didn’t--” she pleaded in a broken voice as huge crocodile tears welled up in her eyes.

Cynbel didn’t have to hear the end to know what she was asking. ”No, Kiara, of course not! I would have willingly died before I would offer up your name to anyone. He didn’t even ask for it. You are still your own person, you always will be.”

”Except for when I’m around you, apparently.” she said in a tone as sharp and cold as ice. She wiped the stupid tears away in frustration before storming off in the direction of the Castle.

The castle of Moriganne was a sight to behold. It’s gothic yet open structure showed how in tune to the earth itself they were. It seemed to be built around and in the earth itself as hills within the walls would rise up to meet second or third story floors, little creeks and ponds that would have waterfalls run through near the entrances. It was almost as if no one had lived there for centuries and yet here Sulleykaar was in one of the more busiest spots of the kingdom, the market place. Many a business were conducting transactions of all kinds; gems, jewels, furs, fruit, food and beverage and with it the normal sounds of a bazaar so to speak. Vendors would hold up product or yell out their services or sales as the fey would pass by or stop to see what they could get with what they had. However. It didn’t take long for Sulleykaar to gain attention. He was an outsider and they could spot him easily. A few would mutter something about him and who was he or why did he smell of fire and sulfur. Sure enough, two guards, who seemed to look at him with slight suspicion approached. “Sulleykaar?” He turned to face him holding what seemed to be a new ruby ring that extended most of his finger. (color insert)” I particularly find this ring to be amazing annnnd… It extends slightly onto my clawed hand. Very high class don’t you think.”[/color] He gave them a foxy grin. They stared at him for a moment before speaking. “Sulleykaar, you’re to meet in the Queens Privvy at once. We will escort you.” He held up a hand to stop them from continuing their more-than-likely rehearsed words. "
Shh, Shh, Shh. Just bring me. No need to drabble on.” He was lead through the streets and eventually to just outside the room where their meeting would take place.

The taller of the two guards nodded. “As you wish.” At the royal guard’s signal, the shop keep let Sulleykaar walk off with the ruby ring. Yet another token of good will, plus, the ruby ring was but a drop in the bucket at this point. Fey stared as the guards and dragon passed them by on their way back to the castle. Sulleykaar might be an outsider, but he was a handsome outsider, and the fey liked pretty things. If he so wished, he could probably have his pick of any of the local men, women, and those between genders - as most fey sexuality was pretty fluid.

They arrived at the huge gates and passed through to the Courtyard. The Castle of the Queen itself was massive and intimidating and stunning all at the same time. The guards escorted Sulley to the chambers where the Queens Privvy meetings were held. Moriganne sat at the head of the table. She wore a gown of deep purple with silver trimming. Her inky-black hair was elegantly piled on top of her head and fastened with floral clips, a few ringlets tumbled down to her shoulders. She was gorgeous. A woman sat beside her that looked a bit like a darker version of Cynbel. This was the Queen’s Daughter, Nyx, Cynbel’s mother, Kiara’s grandmother, and the next in line for the throne. Beside Nyx was Cynbel. The seat beside Cynbel was empty, this was typically Kiara’s seat, but she was nowhere to be found yet. All of the other seats were filled by vastly different looking fey, some didn’t even remotely resemble a humanoid form. These fey were Moriganne’s trusted Advisors.

When Sulleykaar fully entered the room, Moriganne stood up and curtsied respectfully. “Welcome Sulleykaar, Flame Dragon of the Children of Tiamat, and leader of the Order of the Crimson Wing. Please take your seat at my council, our Changelings are here to offer you any refreshment you may require.” The queen gestured to the neatly dressed humans at either side of the table before reclaiming her own seat, which was significantly larger than the others at the table. Once Kiara entered, the meeting would proceed. He wore an “interesting” outfit suitable for him. Long, elegant and yet it seemed to give off this mystical vibe about him. Sulleykaar gave a slight bow before returning upright, a thin smile across his lips. ”Queen Moriganne, Dark Queen of the Unseelie Court. It is a pleasure and honor to be in your presence. He took his seat on the opposing side of Cynbel. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at the vacant seat next to the Faerie general. ”Is this reserved for someone in particular?” He gestured to the chair his eyebrows raised slightly and awaited an answer patiently. However the answer shortly came.

A few awkwardly silent moments later, the large door was pushed open once again. Kiara stepped through the entrance and kept her eyes level, careful to not lock eyes with anyone, especially her father. She was dressed beautifully in faerie fashion… feeling very much like a pig being presented to a butcher. She even wore a pretty smile, as per Cynbel’s command to willingly go with this. Inside she was absolutely seething, yet she took her seat beside the man she once called father.

Sulleykaar looked over as the doors opened to reveal a stunning woman dressed in an outfit fit for the fey. It was as if the earth itself spun vines and roots into the form of dress. His thin smile grew into a grin as his eyes dimly glowed with a crimson-goldish hue. He watched as she walked over and sat beside Cynbel. His grin leveled out to a lopsided grin as he moved around to the end of the table opposing the queen as he leaned slightly to the side. He quickly analyzed the Queen and the four next to her. Before falling down towards the ground, only to be caught by the air in a somewhat visible chair. He gestured to the four of them, the Queen included. ”It seems that beauty runs through this family like an endless river, quite impressive. This reminds me of a time I was in Tristrim. It was a beautiful little elvish town and-”

An unfamiliar voice spoke up. Kiara made the mistake of looking towards the source. That was him, her unwanted warden. She studied him quickly, not wanting to let her gaze linger and give him any ideas. He didn’t look like she had expected… truth be told she’d colored quite the picture of a monster in her mind last night. Surely he would be hideous and awful, but… he wasn’t. She wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.

He paused a moment before chuckling. ”I do apologize I don’t mean to hoard the attention.” He cleared his throat. ”Queen Moriganne, I do believe we were all gathered to discuss the situation as to the reason of my being here.” Sulleykaar gestured towards her as he leaned to the side, his head resting against his fist with his leg crossed over the other, a genuine smile across his face. His seemly laxed attitude was a bit disheartening to a few of the faerie council. Have they wasted their time with a petty dragon con-artist or was he the real deal? If he was he would have already been snuffed or at least almost so he must be a viable asset right. “Your highness-” One fey stood and gestured to the humanoid dragon next to him. “His attitude to this serious situation is beyond disrespectful. How are we to believe that this….wyrm-” Emphasizing on “wyrm” with as much venom as possible. “Is even capable of helping us in our cause!?” Sulleykaar grin was wide and full of pride. Almost like he was silently laughing at the poor fey creature.

Queen Moriganne raised an ebony eyebrow up at the advisor’s outburst. How very impolite of him, impolite behavior towards the queen was often met with death. She was feeling optimistic today, though. Instead of a swift execution, she stood up from her chair and skittered across the table like a spider. It was a creepy and quick strike before she took the faery’s face in one hand and pried open his mouth with the other to claim his disrespectful voice. Her fingers had shifted into raptor-esque claws as sharp as blades. The faerie’s tongue felt to the table with a sickening squelch. Sulleykaar watched as the Queen glided across the table with unnatural speed just to yank the tongue out of the one who questioned his competence. He raised an eyebrow at her and the fey before smiling at the result of his stupidity.

”I will have no such outbursts in my Court. Sulleykaar is a welcomed ally in this war, and a fellow advisor. Is that understood?” The Queen asked before smoothing out her dress and hopping down from the table. No one said anything, the response was dead silence. ”Good. Now that everyone is here, let us move on with the topic of this meeting.” Sulleykaar nodded and leaned forward.

Moriganne meandered to Sulleykaar’s seat and settled her hands on his shoulders. Her bloodied fingers felt cold and wraith-like, even through his clothing. It would feel like being touched by a ghost. ”I understand you made a deal to fight in exchange for my great-granddaughter.” her fingers dug into his shoulders ”I trust you will make it worth my while.” she said icily into his right ear. If it hadn’t been for his somewhat scaly skin her fingers would have pierced his skin but instead just felt like an annoyance. ” That was the deal that was made and I can guarantee that it was well worth the purchase, hmhmhmhm.” A visible “oh” look appeared on his face before turning to a light smirk. He stood up and gestured to those gathered. ” Which reminds me. While I was down in the market purchasing this wonderful ring I had the opportunity to send for my Order and my fellow allies. They will be at the castle shortly.”

The queen seemed to then address the woman who sat down beside her merchant. He gave a quizzical look. ”Kiara, introduce yourself.” Kiara looked up to her Queen in response. She quickly stood up from her chair and curtsied with otherworldly grace.

”A'plyae mae, Sulleykaar. A'llemenia mae Kiara.” Kiara greeted formally in Fae’len, the equivalent of ‘pleasure to meet you, I have a name which is Kiara’. This pleased the Queen and she signalled Kiara to sit down once again. The quizzical look was replaced with a more stoic posture that held a light smile. ”A'plyae mae, Kiara. A'llemenia mae Sulleykaar.”

”Tomorrow, Commander Cynbel and yourself will march towards Shireen. Our spies in the Seelie Court have sent word by raven that the Seelie have planned a surprise attack from that direction. Let us teach them that no one works in the shadows better than we.” Moriganne released Sullekaar’s shoulders and smiled darkly. Cynbel nodded in agreement shortly followed by Sulleykaar’s silence.

”Sulleykaar, when your company arrives, please have them meet up with our soldiers. Cynbel and yourself can discuss the details of your plans for the morrow with them. Until then, you are free to explore the Court as you please, Kiara can be your guide.” The queen said with finality and the brief meeting was adjourned. His attention turned towards Kiara the moment the meeting had ended. He had patiently waited for everyone to leave before he addressed her. ” So you must be the wonderful daughter of Cynbel.” There was that shit eating grin again.

Kiara actually let herself laugh at that, it was a genuine laugh, too. “I guess that depends on your definition of wonderful.”, was all she said before offering him her arm to exit the room. It was a propriety, a politeness, not a sign of affection. ” Dii mal pruuvaltuu, you should be able to help me with my stay here. He gave a polite smile before his mouth thinned out.

”But for now I must go meet my soldiers. Come dii mal pruuvaltu Kiara, you should meet your new allies.” He shifted on his heels and walked towards the door before turning towards her, a plume of smoke exiting his nostrils, awaiting her to follow. Now it was his turn to take on the more business appropriate personality.

The dragon did not accept the offer of her hand. So, he might not look like a monster, but he was impolite like one. Great… Kiara followed after him with her hands at her sides, wondering just exactly what she was going to be to him. She wasn’t made to be some pretty little ornament, she was a warrior like her father before her. Well, there was no use being coy about it, the deal had already been made so she might as well know what she is in for.

”Why did you want me?” Kiara finally asked rather bluntly as they walked together, making their way to the front of the castle. He looked over at her with a slightly raised brow before looking away with a thin smile. ”Tell me something Kiara...hmmm...Kiara….Kiiiiiaaarrrrrraaaaa...It rolls off the tongue beautifully. He mused. He glaced over at her before stopping in his tracks and spun to face her, the flaps of his clothing meeting after the turn. ”Tell me Kiara what do you know of dragons?” He looked at her like a teacher would a student.

He had dodged her question. Rude, yet another strike against him in her book. Two could play this game of silver tongues. The dragon spun to face her and she crossed her arms over her chest. ”What do I know of dragons, hmm? I know they are arrogant and prideful. They care for little more than wealth and personal gain. They are selfish, insatiable creatures, forever adding to their hoards.” she didn’t even stop for a breath in her slew of truthful insults, finally enjoying that her father’s control wasn’t influencing her. She’d played the part she was meant to already. ”So, is that what you think I will be? A little treasure for your collection? Do you think I will sit quiet and pretty, because you bargained for the wrong girl if that’s what you wanted.” her tone was stinging and assertive, fearless in the face of a creature who could easily eat her alive.

He listened to her carefully as she spewed her “truth”. He nodded to most of what she said and others went right over him. However, his smile slowly grew to a grin. ”You described Kolghan down to the littlest detail. How entertaining.” He turned back to the way they were walking, glancing at her to follow. He stayed silent for a moment before glancing over at her. ”You must not have met many dragons have you?” He said dryly. He sighed before glancing at her one more time.. ”I like you Kiara. You have a strong will and a bit of fire. That’s good.”

Kiara sighed and followed after him. No, she hadn’t met many dragons. Truth be told, he was the first, but she wasn’t about to admit that. ”Are you saying that you are not like that? If you are, then you still haven’t answered my question. What am I to be for you? A mistress?” her eyebrow raised. She wasn’t going to stop until she got an answer. An honest answer. However that answer would not come. His lips turned to a thin line before answering once again in riddles. ”If you wish to be a mistress then you may do so but that is not my reason for wanting you...I have my reasons…

”And you think I don’t deserve to know them? This is my life, you know.” He stayed silent, which pissed her off. Kiara narrowed her eyes into small slits and stomped heavily behind him as they walked. She was in no mood to meet his soldiers or anyone that had anything to do with him. The red dragon turned his head to look at her. She was acting like such a child. He simply made an audible “tsk tsk tsk” before shaking his head and tunring back to see the gates of the castle in sight. A bit of a gathering ha taken place there and he smiled with glee. He instinctively grabbed her by the arm and motioned for her to follow as he was light on his feet to make to the entrance.

As they approached the bystanders at the back made way for them both as he moved to the front. His smile turned to a geniune grin of excitement as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gestured to those standing before them all. Before them was an army 200,000 strong. A mix of elves of both dark and light, orcs, halflings, goliaths, goblins and a random assortment of other creatures all flying his banner. as well as the banner of the Bloodrun Orcs. In the front of stood a rather young man who stood with a rather relaxed posture yet the aura around him screamed respect and fearlessness. An iron will rested in his soft eyes as he looked at Sulleykaar. I warm smile slowly appeared as he made his way over to Sulleykaar. “Sulls. Good to see you again old friend. It’s been a long time.” Sulleykaar chuckled. ”It has been some time yes. How ha-” ”WHERE THE HELL IS THAT FUCKING WYRM!” A large deep booming voice hollered over the crowd. A large orc, bursting at the seams with raw muscle swam through the columns of men and women to approach the dragon. He stopped in front of Sulleykaar and look down at him, sizing him up. A moment of silence.

”Damned serpent of hell… No motive showed.

”stupid brutish orc..” Neither through the dragon.

Another moment of silence before the orc smirked and let out a hefty “HA” before patting the young man on the back, unconsciously sending him to the ground which was shortly followed by a mumbled “Damn orcs”. “Sulleykaar! It’s great to see you again! So...I hear you have a job for us.” He nodded.

→ Kiara’s childish pouting, if you could call being upset about not knowing what someone planned to do with your life and freedom childish, ceased as soon as she saw Sullekaar’s army. The vast hordes of elves, orcs, halflings, goliaths, goblins and other creatures all waved one similar banner, the one that matched the symbol on Sulleykaar’s clothing. So, this was the Order of the Crimson Wing. This entire massive army before them… Sulleykaar had equated it to her worth before having even met her. These forces were bought and paid for with her life and, suddenly, it didn’t seem to matter what he planned to do with her. If they were fighting for her Queen, her people, in her war, it would all be worth it.

Kiki hadn’t realized that she was leaning into Sulleykaar as she stared out at his army. Her heart was hammering excitedly in her chest. ”It’s going to be a slaughter.” she mused in a husky tone that most folks reserved for pillow talk. Tomorrow morning couldn’t come fast enough, that is, if she was allowed to fight.



The Dark Queen and her Commander stood atop the Castle of the Queen at one of the multiple look-out stations. Cynbel watched as the horde that was the Order of the Crimson Wing marched to the gates. Moriganne smiled wide and patted Cynbel’s back. ”You have made an excellent deal, my grandson. You will make a fine King one day.”

’But an awful father…’ he thought to himself. He said nothing in response to the Queen’s praise and kept his lips pursed in a thin line.

”She will forgive you, Cynbel, in time. And if there is something we fey have in excess, it is time.” Moriganne’s bird-like gaze scanned the crowd until it settled on the crimson dragon and Kiara. She was leaning against him as they stared out at the army. ”Look now, they might even be getting along better than you’d hoped.” the Faery Queen said with a wink and jabbed an elbow into the stiff Commander’s side before heading downstairs. Cynbel followed after her and went to meet up with Sulleykaar to greet the Order formally.

Sulleykaar looked towards the two commanders and gestured to them as he looked at Kiara. ”These two are the finest commanders I have ever had under my banner.” Garax snarled at him before Sulleykaar corrected himself. ”And Garax here has so far been the most loyal and respectful warlord the Bloodruns has ever or will ever have.” The orc warlord gave a smirk before leaning over towards Kiara. He gave Sulleykaar a questioning look.

”Who’s this?” Felix looked over at the young red-headed woman for a long moment before his eyes widened slightly. Before Kiara, Sulleykaar or Felix could retort he gave her a predatory grin with hungry eyes. ”My god she is beautiful! The brothels here must be of high class… Felix, who immediately recognized who she was slapped a hand over his face with his head down, muttering something about stupid orcs. Sulleykaar shook his head and sighed.

”Brothels don’t exist here. There is no need for them.” Garax snorted in disappointment. Kiara looked from the brutish orc and then to Sulleykaar.

“Brow-thyl?” she spoke the foreign word in the common tongue. “What is this? A place to collect beautiful things?” Kiki asked Sulleykaar, attempting to use context clues. Maybe it was a dragon thing, like a treasure hoard. Sulleykaar went to answer her until, once again, but this time with even less tact then before, Garax leaned down to her level and with the tone that a parent would talk to a little child he grinned.

”Its where pretty whores meet to get their brains fu-” Sulleykaar leaped up and gripped him by the face and using the momentum from the jump, slammed his head back down onto the ground with a audible crack. It wouldn’t kill the orc, but he had to keep the warlord in his place. Despite his tactical capabilities and outstanding combat experience, he was quite the typical orc from Sulley’s realm. Brawn overpowered brain and it showed here. Not the way he wanted to start off.

”Watch your tongue from now on Garax or I promise that you won’t get to see the sunrise.” While the one sided argument continued, Felix walked over to Kiara and kneeled before her.

“Kiara of the Court, I am Felix Andersen of Kalmar and lord commander of the Order of the Crimson Wing.” He took her hand and gently kissed it and looked up at her with a warm smile. The Commander then stood back up and glanced over at the orc and dragon. Kiara smiled warmly. So, apparently there were polite folk from Sulleykaar’s lands. This handsome fellow was quite refreshing. “I was told that I would meet the General of the UnSeelie forces but I was glad I was able to first meet you. You are quite beautiful and I don’t doubt that you will show the Unseelie Court years of prosper and growth.”

”Thank you, Commander Felix. With your looks and smooth tonuge, you will get along quite well in our Queendom. My-” she hesitated over the word slightly “Father should be meeting up with us shortly.” By this time the Dragon and Orc had stopped, The orc wiping a thin line of blood from his face. Garax gave Sulleykaar and glare before turning his attention back to the fey woman.

“Ah so as I was about to tell you. A bra-thull-” Felix broke up the word for Kiara to try for again if she wished. “Is a place outside of the Courts where women provide sexual services in exchange for money. However, unlike your court, outside of here sex is not as….common as far as your culture has brought it. So as to shorten what he had said…”

”He was in his own dumb way complimenting you in an insulting way.” Sulleykaar finished his thought. Kiara looked from Felix to Sulleykaar, and then to the splayed out Orc. The pieces had finally come together. The compliment, or intimidation tactic, whatever that was supposed to be on the brute’s part had gone completely over her head. And now she simply fell into a hysteric bout of laughter. She clasped a hand over her mouth to try to stifle the sound, it was impolite to laugh at a new ally, after all. Once she caught her breath, she spoke.

“You--” another giggle “You have to pay for it. Oh my…” Kiara cleared her throat. “That’s rather pathetic. I hope your luck turns here, work on those manners and I’m sure you find a doll or two to warm your bed.” The orc growled in annoyance. A whore, what an interesting concept. Perhaps he wasn’t so incorrect…. She was just bought, but the services she was meant to provide had yet to be disclosed, much to her chagrin. Despite all the commotion. One figure of the front slowly stepped forward and looked up to the walls and the overall size of the place. At first glance, one could assume that he was awestruck by its grandeur but in fact he was feeling quite nostalgic.

”This...This takes me back.” Behind the mask a grin slowly etched it's way onto their face. Sulleykaar glanced over at his captain and smiled.

”Feeling homesick there, Captain Kyla?” Sulleykaar questioned with raised brow. They turned towards the four of them before pulling back their hood and mask. Her black hair held close to her neck and greyish eyes glancing back and forth between her home and Sulleykaar. It was at this point that Sulleykaar turned to face the road, his posture becoming slightly more rigid and stoic as he watched the General from afar make his ascent to where they were.

Cynbel approached the army at a steady, confident pace. His aura boasted leadership and charisma, much like Sulleykaar himself. He stepped to stand near his daughter and the crimson dragon.

”Welcome to the Nightmare Court, home of the Unseelie Fey and the Dark Queen Morrígan. We are pleased to greet you and yours to our land of plenty. If you would march to the Northwest, you will find the barracks. There you will meet your Fey brothers and sisters in arms. They will guide you to the best hunting grounds, which fruits are safe to eat, and where you will find rest for the night.”

The Faerie Commander looked to Sulleykaar then, ”We should march at dawn. I propose an ambush or sorts. We will not need the full extent of our combined forces yet, I believe it would be best to surprise them, slaughter them, and then keep them in the dark in regards to our true numbers. Would you agree, Commander?”

Sulley, Felix, Garax and the Unseelie Captain looked over at the general, quietly the ladder spoke the Unseelie code in low fae’len. Garax raised a slight eyebrow to the General. How is this frail looking thing considered a general? He snorted and quietly mumbled to himself. Felix gave the General a nod, a sign of respect to his title. Sulleykaar remained quiet until he had finished his greeting. He then faced the dragon, and explained his proposal. Sulleykaar then grimaced slightly. ”No…” He pause for a moment. ” This time around for a simple ambush should be initiated by Unseelie only. The sight of any other species could show desperation on your end plus it will null the idea that a third party has helped. Plus...Bahamut are well aware of our own members. But... Kyla here-” He gestured to his Unseelie Captain who stepped forward and greeted her old commander. ”Is one of your own and I have on my side another 167 of them. I will send including Kyla, 15 of my finest Unseelie rangers and rogues to accompany 15 of your own as well and I say we prepare them now and send them out now. Ambush the ambush so to speak. Plus while they're away we can discuss the main front as well as some special operations that i have in mind.” A dark and mischievous grin crossed his face. ”What do you say to that? He cocked an eyebrow up.

“A fantastic idea, Sulleykaar. I agree with keeping the alliance a hidden secret, for now. I will select the best of our shadow fey, rogues, and rangers for the operation.” Cynbel nodded, pleased with the outcome of this alliance so far. Sulleykaar had a good head on his shoulders, if only he could control his silver tongue.

Garax had begun to grow impatient. ”Are we going to be spilling some blood tonight or not? If not I need to go find some beautiful Unseelie to help me sleep tonight. Cynbel looked now to the Orc.

”You must be Garax, leader of the Bloodrun Orcs. Welcome, if you wish to spill blood, I’m sure you would find many willing opponents on our training grounds. If you wish to find a bedmate for the night, they are equally as plentiful. I recommend those who would gladly entertain both needs.” The faerie offered Garax a wide grin. Garax looked to Kiara with hungry eyes before glancing over at the General.

” I like her. Beautiful and fragile...She’ll do.” Sulley’s head shot to face Garax and, with a voice as low and as cold as the queen’s herself. He let his true voice be heard. The one voice he saves only for those who truly have stepped out of line.

”You will not touch even a single hair on her body Orc. She is mine and if I find out that you dared to even breathe on her I will enjoy the agonizing screams that escape your blood filled lungs as i carve the flesh straight off your bones.” His eyes seemed to glow a dark red as a visible flame like hue flowed off the side of his eyes. His scales visible and his wings spread wide for all to see.

Felix just remained quiet with tight lips. “Commander Cynbel, if I may be so bold...I would suggest getting the other men and women acquainted with their temporary home and let them meet and practice with your men and women. It would be a moral boost for both sides. Would you join me, Commander? That way we talk as well.”

Cynbel was distracted by the scene centering on his daughter. It seemed that if she were to be used by any man, it would only be one man. At least there was that… Felix spoke up and caught Cynbel’s attention. “Of course, Lord Commander. The barracks are this way, simply follow me along the treeline.” he wasn’t happy to be leaving his daughter to the sharks, but he was happy for the distraction. They walked a few paces before Cynbel asked the question that was burning on his tongue. “So, tell me… how does a human climb to your rank?”



Kiara looked at the Orc with a glare that could cut diamonds into shape. Her gaze move from him to the dragon before her. His form was large and intimidating now, but she wasn’t swayed. He obviously didn’t intend to eat her, or he would have already. “You are both far too focused on appearances. I am willing to bet you are more fragile than I, Orc. I can also fight my own battles, Iallea Mrywn.” the last barb was directed at Sulleykaar. She stepped forward to leer at the Orc once more. ”Though I must admit, Sulleykaar’s idea does sound like good fun. Maybe you should push your luck, such carnage would be the only thing involving you to make me come.” she wore a painted on crooked smile.

The army, Felix, her Father and now the Orc as well had all started to make their way to the barracks. That left her painfully alone with Sulleykaar. His words churned through her brain once more. ”I am also not yours. I am mine and mine alone, is that understood, dragon?” She considered pushing the same envelope she had earlier, insisting to know what he wanted her for. Judging by the events that had unfolded, she was starting to believe she might have been bought as a “whore”... one that he wished to keep all to himself.

So, tell me… how does a human climb to your rank?”. Felix looked over to his new fellow commander as he looked down with a smirk.

“Huehue. Well, I was young when I had decided to follow in my father’s footsteps as a knight. Squire work was hell. Grab this, grab that, shine this, smooth out that sharpen this....I feel you understand what I mean.” the human commander explained. Cynbel chuckled lightly.

“Such work is necessary to build strong character. It seems to have served you well.” The faerie remarked with a respectful nod in Felix’ direction before letting him continue with his story.

“Anyway I had eventually made it to knighthood and joined the ranks of Kalmar’s forces. Kalmar being a human world kingdom. We would go to war and what not but there was a day that I had to make a trip to Greymoor for my king at the time and had stumbled upon what I now know as a feyline.” He looked over at the general. “I was scared. New world, new everything. But I had come across a cave one day and in there sat Suls. He came out to see who the intruder was and took one look at me and said something about becoming better than what I was. Long story short I joined his order and made many allies but it seemed me and Suls kicked it off better than most. He’s powerful, very powerful and a very good teacher. And as far as how I, a simple human made it through the ranks to where I am now-” He glanced over at the Cynbel with a stern look. “I am one of the few in this order who can bring down a dragon alone. With the help of Old Scale magic of course.” He looked forward to where they were walking. The Orc spoke up. ” Felix is a tough fighter too. Been awhile since I fought a human as determined and fierce as him. Boy has a dragon’s will I swear it. He snorted a chuckle, seemly to have calmed down.

Cynbel soaked in Felix’s words like a sponge. Interesting, very interesting. It would be a good idea to keep this one close. “You are a lucky man, then. He could have just as easily eaten you. Sulleykaar is very perceptive, more so than most dragons I’ve met. Most are greedy, they go for the first shiny thing in sight, but it seems as though Sulleykaar sees potential.” Felix nodded in agreement before giving him a quizzical look.

“That reminds me.” He stopped and gestured for the General to step aside with him. In a low tone so the passing soldiers wouldn’t hear he asked in a serious tone. “What made Sulleykaar come to your aid instead of one of his other siblings?”

The faerie’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before he spoke. ”It was I who sought him out. A group of our finest diplomats, myself included, made way to Dragon’s Reach. I do not know how much you know of the Fey, but we are known for making deals. A deal was made that day to secure this alliance.” He looked forward to the massive troupe in front of them. Perhaps looking at what he’d gained for his Queen and country would bring him solace, but it did not. ”He asked for my daughter. She was the cornerstone of the deal, without that piece, it was null. Like I said... he sees potential. She will be great one day, far greater than myself.”

Felix grimaced. “That is unlike him but like he always says. ”There is a reason I make bold and unorthodox decisions. My reasons are my own but never have I made a deal that wasn’t worth either parties time.”. Whatever he has planned for your daughter-”

“I do not want to know what he has planned for her… it is better for morale that I do not.” The words were harsh with finality and in response Felix nodded respectfully.

“Then let’s not talk more about it but instead on spar wages. I do like to make bets now and then on my men.” He smirked. Maybe the general was a gambling man too. The worn out father managed to crack a smile at that.

“You… you are not so bad for a human. I like you enough to give you a warning: don’t eat or drink anything my people offer you. We aren’t very… trustworthy when it comes to your race.” A muffled laugh rumbled in his throat. “I will see if I can find you some imported dwarven ale, and we will make blood bets. We have a pit in the training ground where creatures oft fight for coin. Some even fight to the death, it is quite the crowd gathering affair.”

Felix grimaced at the warning but nodded in acceptance of it. Best to know now before it’s too late. “I would believe not. I don’t even trust my own race.” A smirk emerging and fading in a second. “Hmm...Sounds interesting. Do those in the crowd test their might as well?” He raised a eyebrow.

”Oh yes, almost always. Blood draws out a certain frenzy in my soldiers. To some it is a basic need, the chaos and rage, it makes them fantastic in combat…. But not very long-lived. That is just a sect of the platoon, we have plenty to balance out the berserkers. I imagine the Orcs will get in on this, yes?” Cynbel asked Garax, not wanting his other ally to feel left out of the conversation. Garax grinned widely and let out a bellowing laugh. ”You damn well know it. In fact, I challenge you General to a first blood match if you want. First to bleed buys the first round Afterwards we will just bet on matches, drinking and fucking along the way. Felix just rolled his eyes and shook his head before looking at Cynbel and then Garax. “Garax I can guarantee you just by looking at our good friend Cynbel here that he would destroy you in less than a minute.” ”You think I’m going to lose to this man? Look at him. He’s thin. There is no way he can out match me!” He stated, his pride on the line.

“Only one way to find out.” Cynbel said in a sly taunt. He wore the same grin that his daughter often sported, though the latter came from the former, no doubt. At that, the three finally made their way to the grounds where they could pair up groups of troops for training and acclimation to the terrain. The fight would come later.





With a furrowed brow and squinted eyes, Sulleykaar listened to Kiara ramble on about being “hers and hers alone” before he spoke up. ”I also suppose you are not familiar with orcs either. Particularly that one.” Gesturing to the one walking away. ”He is the warlord of the Bloodrun and Thanes and takes what he wants...Despite the fact I am more concerned with his health around you then your own. Also I don’t need any backlash from his stupidity. He’s smart on the battlefield but that’s where his intelligence ends so saying what I said was more or less to keep his mouth shut however-” His eyes glowed dimly. ”According to the deal made between the Unseelie and I, I would offer my assistance personally if I got you so by contract signed in blood between both parties… You...are….mine”

Kiara opened her mouth to object, her face turning the same shade as her hair, but Sulleykaar cut her off. “But...that doesn’t mean I will treat you like some gold coin. I told you that I like you and there was a reason for that but it is not time yet. When it is I will let you know. For now however-”

Her arms crossed over her chest, narrowly avoiding being pricked by the vines and thorns of her dress. ”I may have to fuck the warlord just to spite you…” she mumbled. “If I’m to be yours, you better start making this worth my while.” she was, of course, in no place to be making demands, but that would hardly stop her.

His attitude changed as quickly as it came. Now sporting a rather genuine smile he asked with a bit of excitement in his voice. ”Where do you like to spend most of your time outside of the castle?”

”The castle is where I spend the least of my time. I spend most of it training with my Fa-- With Cynbel’s troops.”

Sulleykaar stopped her there briefly. ”Cynbel as you hesitantly named him, made a very painful decision in order to have me assist the Unseelie in a time of war. If you have anyone to be mad at it would be me. Do not blame your father for what he did. As a member of the royal court and- he was interrupted by a now pissed off Kiara.

Kiara lost her head at that. Her mother’s fire burned in her blood even if she had never met the woman. “You are unBELIEVABLE!” she let out a frustrated grunt and shoved him away. The force she used reflected a density much larger than she appeared to have. “You do not get to patronize me. You are nothing but an overgrown lizard who is reaching far too high. You will pay a large price for what you have done, and I will be the one to dance in your ashes.” she was seeking to stir a reaction from him. To hit her, even, giving her any excuse to tear into him.

The dragon felt the force of the impact as his feet dug into the ground, anchoring him in his place. He remained emotionless to her outburst. He then smiled lightly but....As Cynbel had seen, it was the same smile he gave when he popped the painful question. He slowly brought his hand up as an ethereal reddish black flame made itself known. He simply touched her shoulder, looking her dead in the eyes as the sclera turned an abyssal like black with a red centre his true voice escaping his throat. ”Joor zah frul!” With the sound equal to a roar from a tunnel, the flames from his hand burst forward in the blink of an eye. She was quickly enveloped with ethereal flames that seemed to equal that of the earth resting on her body however it showed no evidence of denting or cracking the ground around or beneath them. Instead it left her immobile. Every muscle movement intensifying the effects. He stepped back and observed. ’Are you going to be the one?’ He thought quietly to himself.



Her provocation worked, as he shouted out his magickal words and attempted to immobilize her. The ghostly flames blanketed her without causing direct harm. The didn’t even feel warm, but they were strong enough to snuff out the magick maintaining her glamour. Without the false pallor, her skin looked like it belonged pressed beside a waterfall - stone-like and moss covered. Her wings were the color of murky pond water and black mold. The cracks in her stoney skin glowed a faint orange color for reasons unknown to onlookers.

Kiara felt the weight then, as if the whole world was pressing down on her shoulders. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the magick, and on her emotions, as Professor Bertram had taught her years ago. ”I am the mountain, I am the tree, I have the earth inside of me.” she said the mantra in her mind. With a bit of effort, she was able to turn up the right corner of her mouth… and then her eyes opened in a deadlocked stare at Sulley. It felt like hell itself, but she would do this, she had to. At the first attempt to lift her foot, nothing happened. It was as if she was in quicksand, or thick molasses. Her chest rose and fell with the force of might and will it took, but she managed to push one foot forward in a short step. ”Harder..” the word came without sound in her breathlessness, but her lips still moved.

His eyes returned to it’s normal color as the ethereal flames remained. His eyes showed excitement and a hint of shock. Soon enough his tight lips turned into a massive grin for a moment. ”She’s the one…” he said in a hushed tone. He immediately released the spell and as his flaming hand flickered back to normal. A determined look observed her before he turned heel away from her.

Kiara had built up a considerable amount of momentum in her resistance of the spell. When Sulleykaar released her, she plowed forward with clomping foot falls that left craters in the earth, though none quite so deep as where she stood through the duration of it. Her heart was once again excitedly hammering in her chest and a whispy laugh played at her lips. ”Now that was making it worth my while…” she mused. Whatever it was that had made her so angry just seconds ago was but dust in the wind.

His facial expression gave off sage like feel.”That was Old Scale magic. Dragonslayer magic. Only certain people with certain qualities can master it...yet alone withstand it. Leaning his head back towards her, he spoke. His voice different from earlier. ”Come with me...I’ll treat you to whatever you want.” The tone he used was...different. Short, sweet and to the point. A statement and nothing more. It wasn’t the cocky and pompous attitude he had before but rather something similar to a master talking to his pupil.

“Whatever I want?” she murmured and followed it by a ‘hmmm’ sound. Princess Kiara did not want for much, she was quite used to getting whatever she wanted. She didn’t bother to throw her glamour back up, he’d already seen her true form. And that gave her an idea of what she might request of him. She locked her eyes, which were now a mix of somewhere between orange and yellow, with his and offered a signature crooked grin. ”Are you sure about that?” He simply looked at her to give her his answer as he previously stated.

Her grin turned into a full on smile that revealed a mouthful of razor sharp fangs. She was considerably more creepy in her true form, and most fey were. ”I want you to take me flying. The real you.” It might seem like a strange request for a faerie, but that was what she wanted. Her earthly tethers and unnatural weight made it hard for her to fly at extreme heights, or any height for extended periods of time. In the world of aerial fae, she was a turkey. Kiara was also curious as to the dragon’s true size, this request would cover both desires… but perhaps not all desires.

Sulleykaar looked into her eyes and studied her only briefly before opening his mouth with one response. ”Very well. If this is what you want then I will make it be. However-” His expression and tone never changed. ”When this is done, you will accompany me to an emergency meeting with the council and your father. I plan to make a revision to the contract.” It was hard to tell what he meant by that unless you were him. It was a mystery and whether it would benefit or hinder the entire situation was nothing more then the theory of Schrodinger’s cat. His eyes glowed white and his mouth seemed to have that ethereal flame slowly rising from the sides. Queen Moriganne, Council and Cynbel. Shortly I wish to hold an emergency meeting regarding the contract between myself, the Order and the Unseelie court. Please all attend.” Needless to say that he had thrown his voice to them. Channeling that special ability throughout the kingdom to those who knew of the contract, specifically the court itself. With the flames subsiding he looked to her and nodded, gesturing her to lead the way.

Kiara raised an eyebrow at Sulleykaar. A revision to the contract? Was he going to release her? Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all. ”We should find a clearing, there isn’t enough space here.” he said as he looked around. Kiara nodded.

”I know just the place…” she said and then began grinning mischievously gaining a raised eyebrow in response. The faerie gathered the hem of her skirt up in her hands and hiked it up close to her knees. There was a brief, foxy taunt in her glittering yellow eyes as she gazed up at him and then promptly sprinted off. Wind caught up in the fabrics of her skirt and billowed them out like a bubble behind her as she ran into the thick of the forest. This was a bit of a test of her own, to see if he would chase her. Surely there was something interesting and playful behind that business-first attitude. She had already managed to draw out irritation, this was just another form of entertainment for her. Sulley had watched her prepare herself to head out but it was the way she did it that made him frown. Did she want him to chase her? The answer shortly came as she bolted towards their destination. He stood there for a moment with a furrowed brow and clicked his teeth. After she was a bit away from him he sighed one last time before taking a step forward and in an instant moved in a phantom like form after her. She was a good distance away as he came up to her side and released that figure, now beside her at a brisk walk. He glanced over at her and with a simple whistle to get her attention, tore off ahead of her after mumbling something under his breath. The sound of a sonic boom and a gust of wind propelling him forward. Kiara laughed gleefully before picking up the pace to catch up to him. She cheated, of course, and every step she took raised a stoney ledged that she vaulted forward off of to help gain speed and momentum. Once she was a sufficient distance from the dragon, she jumped forward and collided into him, wrapping her arms and legs around him as they inevitably tumbled forward into the field of wildflowers.

The speed at which they move no human could achieve but overall it was breathtaking. His hair moved violently behind him as they made their approach to the open field of the Deep Woods. The smell of fresh untouched flowers filled his nostrils as the mouth of the fields came into few before another set of red hair came into his peripheral followed by an overlapping sky-ground-sky-ground-sky. With an “oof” he felt the weight of the faerie hit him like a truck and sent him sprawling down the hill that led to there. He silently cursed her for it. He actually was starting to have fun and was planning on showing off his new form in an extravagant way by jumping off and letting himself take on his true form. This would have also allowed him to fly alone for a bit before giving her a ride but instead was given a ride down the hill and with a giggling faerie princess attached to him as a heavy necklace. ”There goes my plan for that.” He sighed. He looked at her with that “get off” expression. Once she did, he looked around the meadow of purple and blue wildflowers in the center of the Deep Woods and nodded. As expected of the faerie, they knew of great locations with a wide range of room. It would be even nicer if they had a lake here as well. It had been awhile since he took a dip. After taking it all in, he looked at her. ”This place is quite nice. We don’t have many like it in Dragon’s Reach.”

”Please step back behind me.” He stated cautiously. Kiara obliged with an excited, fang-toothed smile. Sulley quickly took a running start, his body seemingly to stretch out and grow as his scales and color became much more vibrant and visible. A head that seemed to be as long as a barracks entered her field of view first, followed by a long serpent-like neck, claws, body with wings and finally a seemingly endless tail. When all said and done, what stood before Kiara was a dragon no more than one hundred and eighty feet in length. He was massive and his earth rumbling voice only matched his size.

”Behold, my true form.” He paused a moment, letting her take in his true form. He didn’t need to say something quite so dramatic, she was already staring with her mouth slightly agape in wonderment. He was as huge as he was beautiful - armoured with thick scales, like a natural war machine. What was it that humans had… tanks? Well, the fae were one step better, they now had dragons.

”And as promised I owe you a ride.” He brought his gargantuan head close to her and dipped down, carving his head through the earth in order to make climbing up easier. “Hehehe” Kiara couldn’t help but giggle like a giddy child. She approached his massive head, lowered for her like a staircase.

”I- I’m sorry if I’m a little heavy” she warned before hiking up onto him. It was an odd thing for such an apparently waif-like girl to say, but as soon as she stepped up, he would understand and he did. Her initial climb up moved him slightly to her side due to the sudden added weight. He was quick to adjust to it. The skeleton of a faerie weighed about as much as 3 great boulders, and that was just when her elemental magicks were passive, she could pack quite an impressive downward force if she really focused on it.

Once she had settled in, he raised his massive wings and jumped up, hoping that she was holding on as his wings came crashing back down, hurricane like winds moved around the area of his liftoff. A few more times and they were high into the air, seemingly floating for a second before a few more flaps moved them forward. The leathery wing beats made booming sounds as they generated enough lift and thrust to get the pair into the sky. Kiara struggled to find a good grip on the dragon’s thick hide, with her hands being miniscule in comparison to even a single scale on his back.

When Sulleykaar reached a sufficient height, 35,000 feet to be precise, his flight stabilized and Kiara was able to climb around for a better view. The faerie peered over the crook between his neck and shoulder. Her eyes widened ”Wow!” they were high enough that she could see the majority of the sprawling Queendom. She took to pointing out monuments and landmarks, shouting their names so Sulleykaar could hear, but her voice sounded small in the wind. At least she was attempting to play the part of tour guide, like Queen Moriganne had wanted. Sulley enjoyed flying and did as often as he could. This was a chance for him to spread his wings once again and enjoy the open skies. The added bonus was that he could look down to where she was talking about and gain ideas about different things.

Amidst her little game of aerial “I spy”, an irresistibly seductive idea struck her. Kiara crawled up Sulley’s neck and attempted to stand up on his head. Her legs were shaky as the strong gusts threatened to throw her body down. He glanced upward towards the stoney faerie and his pupils dilated. ”What are you doing? Sit ba-”

”Catch!” she said gleefully before allowing her body to succumb to nature’s will, and nosediving off of the dragon. Her form plummeted down at the mercy of the winds and gravity. It was absolutely thrilling! It was better than fighting, or sex, it felt like kissing death itself! Of course, Kiara wasn’t truly worried about dying, she was more likely to burrow a Kiki-sized tunnel to the core of the planet than to be physically harmed by the impact of her landing. Or, perhaps her draconic keeper would actually follow her direction and catch her. With an audible “stupid faerie!”, He corkscrewed his body downward, his wings tight to his side as she plummeted downward. For a split second, he thought about letting her just drop. It wouldn't have been his fault she became suicidal at that moment. Maybe the stress of now being owned by a dragon was too much for her but at the same time, she was the one that he needed. Losing her would mean losing everything he had planned on doing. ”SU GRAH DUN” He roared as the wind seemed to change directions from all angles. The air behind him pushed down harder on his frame as the air around her pushed upwards. He could see the ground quickly raising to meet them and wit one final push he managed to get his front claws around her as he changed his form back to that of his humanoid form before pressing all the air around them upward, slowing their descent quite swiftly. That still wouldn't stop the inevitable rough landing. They churned up the ground around them and created a rather large crater. As the dust settled he laid there, his eyes closed.

Kiara had done her best to buffer her fall with her own wings and magic, but it wasn't much use. They collided in a tangled heap in the earth, creating a bit of a crater. For the most part, Sulleykaar bared the brunt of the impact. The silly dragon should have let her take it, though she would never argue about getting to be on top. Her breathing came in excited pants and she peeked up at him with the face of a kid who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Her cherry red curls, significantly blown out from the fall, tumbled down around his face as she propped herself up with her hands and grinned down at him. Her stomach swam with faerieflies, and she honestly couldn't tell if it was from adrenaline, or the way their bodies were pressed against one another. Regardless, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. It was a quick peck, come and gone a like a summer rain, before she pulled herself back up and bit her lower lip, stifling a giggle.

Sulleykaar opened his eyes when he felt the warmth of her lips against his. Despite her weight, he sat up and said nothing, but gestured for her to get off. When she did, he stood up, dusted himself off and began to walk back towards the castle. Not a word leaving his mouth. If she saw his face, she would have seen the anger in his eyes.

The walk was silent for the most part until about halfway when he decided to speak. ” What were you thinking Vo hahdrim?”

”That my dragon warden said I could do whatever I wanted.” she smirked despite the iciness to his tone. She really hadn't meant to anger him.”You wanted a ride! I said nothing about that idiotic attempt at an adrenaline rush vo hahdrim!” He barked at her before looking forward and remaining silent.

Kiara frowned and her pointed ears tucked close to her head much like a cat who just got scolded. He sighed and glanced over at her, a slight twitch of the mouth. ”I wasn't in any danger… I didn't mean to upset you. Well, not this time, at least. That was the most fun I've ever had.” She tried to explain herself.

”At least let me know if you plan on doing that again.

Her ears perked back up, “You'll let me do it again?” she asked a little too enthusiastically. A very visible deadpanned expression crossed his face as he looked dead into her eyes.

”No…” He turned to looked over at the tree line away from her view and let a faint smile cross his mouth. ’Just like me..’[ He thought nostalgically. As they neared the gates he sent a message via telepathy to a certain Captain of his. ”Meet Kiara and I at the entrance to the meeting hall. It’s time…” He passed on through his head. For some reason, the dragon became real silent and his aura changed ever so slightly. It felt like determination and a bit of nervousness but overall there seemed to be no change.

The Faerie-Orc-Human trio had developed a bit of a camaraderie during their time near the fighting pits. The ale was flowing and the laughs were aplenty. Garax was urging Cynbel to challenge him in the pits when Sulleykaar’s message came through. Cynbel looked over his shoulder when he heard the dragon’s voice. Sulleykaar was nowhere to be seen, though. Surely they had not had that much to drink yet. Garax laughed joyfully when he looked over at Cynbel. A puzzled look etched onto the Orc’s face.

”What’s the matter? Seen some beautiful creature in need of the General’s attention?” Felix, who at this point was tanked, whipped his head over to the two other commanders.

“Wutsh the mAtar! ARE WE BEING ATTA-” Before he finished his slurred exclamation, a spew of dwarven ale had made its way back up his esophagus and onto the bleachers below, gaining a few laughs, gasps and screams in the process.

”No, no. I think your dragon is trying to talk to me. It’s like he was right behind me, but he’s not there.” Cynbel looked over his shoulder again just to be sure. ”Or maybe after a thousand years, I’ve finally lost my sanity.” the faerie chuckled warmly, obviously much more comfortable now than he was earlier.



The Queen was writing out a scroll to send by raven to her to one of her spies posted in the Seelie Court when Sulleykaar’s message came. She set the feather quill down and looked around briefly. She had heard plenty of tales about his magick use, so such a feat did not surprise her. After finishing the letter, Morrígan headed back downstairs to ensure that the meeting room was prepared for an impromptu gathering. What on earth could the dragon possibly want now, he’d spent half a day in their midst and he was already attempting to alter the deal? This displeased her. When Cynbel did not show up promptly, Morrígan sent a guard to retrieve him, as he was probably quite busy acclimating the new soldiers in the training area.



Sulleykaar’s silence was different than before. It was eerie, more so compared to the crazy freefall event that happened earlier. Everyone was in there except for Sulley and Kiara. He looked at her with soft and yet worried eyes as he watched Kyla and two other Unseelie approach from behind Kiara, Kyla with bow in hand notched with two arrows.

”What I am about to do is going to be the biggest gambit of my three thousand year life but I need you to trust me. Can you do this for me….please?” He stared into her eyes intensly, waiting for at least a nod. He looked up to Kyla, uneasiness in his eyes. ”You know what to do…Kiara say nothing and let me do what i have to do. I promise on my word of honor that I will explain everything to you.”

”Hlyaer ae bréwyn.” Kiara said in Fae’len under her breath as she suspiciously looked up at him through her lashes… honor is a lie. Sulleykaar looked up to Kyla with a nod as she stepped behind him, putting Kiara on Kyla’s right side, away from the door. His hands once again gaining that ethereal flame as it spun, churned and condensed into a small maelstrom of energy in both hands. Carefully he placed his hands on the doors as the ball flattened into two discs. ”Fuuuuuuuuuuuus. ROH!” Time seemed to slow to a crawl. A cracked and splintered indentation made its appearance on the centre of the doors before the force outward yanked them off their hinges and over the heads of those gathered.

Kyla spun around the corner and let her two notched arrows fly straight and true. The advisor closest to Morrígan hand been hit in the jugular and begun to gasp for clean air as his lungs filled with blood. The second hit the middle advisor in the temple. Kiara let out a cry that was akin to the sound of a heart breaking.

“HYUMAE!” she called the woman’s name, but the arrow protruding from her temple would not allow her to ever speak again. Kiara’s irises turned the darkest color of sapphire as the death of the closest thing she’d had to a mother sank in. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

“Hyumae…” she echoed again, much more pathetically this time. This was her mentor, her guide as she grew up under the negligence of a war chief father. Why? Why did Sulleykaar want to do this to her? But it wasn’t him… Kiara turned her gaze from Hyumae’s corpse to the Unseelie faerie standing beside her. Her eyes went black and her sobs turned into a battlecry.

Kiara grasped the faerie’s bow and crushed the wood into splinters in her stoney fingers. Her fist hardened into obsidian-like material before she wound up to strike Kyla clear across the jaw. The force would be enough to break most creature’s necks, but she didn’t stop there. After Kyla’s arrows had made their mark it her attention was quickly brought to the battle cry that escaped Kiara’s throat. Her eyes widened as her face kissed the metallic fist of Kiara’s, shortly followed by the back of her head bouncing off the wall. Her onslaught was relentless. Another blow to the ribs and then to the shoulder on the opposing side of the previous strike with tremendous power. The titanic force behind Kiara’s punches pinned the faerie against the wall. Sulleykaar’s warning was the farthest thing from Kiara’s mind as she poised her sharpened fingers over Kyla’s chest, ”I’ll have your heart, traitor bitch!” she growled in the faerie tongue. Kyla’s eyes were wide as she struggled against her captor, her glamour failing on her every so often. “Kiara! You have to trust us! There is good reason! Please hear me!” Kiara raised her hand to the faerie’s throat instead. She didn’t squeeze with the intent to kill, but the intent to torture, letting only enough air pass to keep Kyla from passing out. ”No. You will speak no more.”

Simultaneously, Sulleykaar had aimed a second mighty thrust of air into the two closest to him, the back of their heads exploding as they hit the rocky wall. Cynbel had swiftly made his way to Sulleykaar with inhuman speed. Cold iron now pressed against the dragon’s scaly neck. Sulleykaar looked into the eyes of Cynbel as Cynbel’s bore into his. There was nothing but bloodlust in the war chief’s gaze.

Queen Morrígan stood up from her chair and the whole scene seemed to go in slow motion. She held up a hand to Cynbel to stay his blade and stepped forward. The fabric of her dress dragging along the cobblestone floor was like a pin dropping in ethereal silence. She stood before the dragon now, a sneer of disdain on her lips as her once beautiful form turned rotten. The flesh on the right side of her face was sloughed away and her nose and mouth morphed into a beak-like appendage. The iris and sclera of her eyes were the color of onyx beads. Black feathers sprouted from her left cheek and down her neck, creeping their way into the neckline of her dress. In a word, she was terrifying, embodying the monstrous nature of the Unseelie. To look at her was to look into the face of torment and death. If a simple talking out of line was enough to warrant the removal of a tongue, what then was Sulleykaar’s fate?

Cold, corpselike fingers settled on his shoulders, one hand on either side. Morrígan looked up at him with an eerie smile and tilted her head to the side at an unnatural angle. The smile turned into a flat line, and then a snarl as she plunged her hands down into his body, light protruding from his from where her hands dug him.. The sensation was chilling to the core, like being grasped by the reaper himself.

”You have only a few, precioussss," her serpentine hiss echoed against the walls, "words left before I send your soul to Nåm'hní. I suggest you choose them carefully, Mrywn." Her beady crow's eyes burrowed into the soul she spoke of, intent on tearing it free of its corporeal frame. Sulleykaar, who had for thousands of years seen many terrifing things that should have scared him, hadn’t felt fear like this since first meeting Ugin. However, his eyes were only slightly widened as to not fully let that feeling out but needless to say the Faerie queen could smell, no, feel it inside him. He stowed as much as he could to the side as he looked at her with a mix of determination and fear.

”Queen Morrígan, take a second look at those who were considered advisors. You will see something much different.” He glanced over at the bodies which now were no longer those trusted advisors but rather, shapeshifters. Mages at that. Each bearing the mark of the Children of Tiamat. ”Spies of the Children of Tiamat. They were put there one thousand years ago. It wasn’t until recently did I free your true advisors from their grasp. Nelrathian! Hyumae!” The pain was unbelievable. His sight gave out on him for half a second before coming back. The Unseelie that stood outside of room came in and swiftly knelt down in front of the queen as low as possible. “He tells the truth Your Darkness. We were stolen away from your Queendom and hidden away along with General Kyla.” Sulleykaar looked back towards the Queen. ”I haven’t represented the Children of Tiamat for close to a century. I needed them to be disposed of so i can offer you a proper agreement. I ask of you first to release me and Kyla so we may explain. When he looked at the queen this time, his eyes begged her.

Morrígan finally cracked a smiled. Her wraithlike hands remained within him, ”Begging looks good on you.” she said before painfully ripping her hands free of him. It wasn’t the kind of ripping she’d hoped for, but he didn’t deserve death… yet. ”This amendment you wish to make, it will be one in our favor. You owe us for your lies.” there was no room for argument in her tone.

Meanwhile, Kiara was seemingly frozen in time whilst Morrígan spoke. The raw, ancient energy that the monarch possessed was infrequently evoked in such a way. But soon, time would catch up to them all. Sulleykaar had pleaded for his life with colorful words that did nothing to quell Kiara’s rage. Spy or not, that was the only Hyumae she had ever known, and Sulleykaar had stolen that from her too. If he wanted her to stop, he would have to physically do so, as the Queen was content to let the revenge be granted.

Kyla watched with eyes wide open as the fist came careening towards her. It was only in her peripherals did she see sulleykaar. The two were separated in an instant and the dragon saved her once again, this time from an untimely and unjust demise.

Sulleykaar quickly turned his attention to Kiara and Kyla, his eyes dilated. ”Tiid Klo Ul!” while the rest of the room returned to normal speed, Kiara and Kyla were now isolated in a dome of transparent light, their movements crawling to almost a stop. ” Feim Zii Gron Wuld Nah Kest” His body became phantom like as he flew between them. ”Fus!” A simple blast of air separated the two of them as clutched her arm and yanked her out of the imminent fatality. The dome diminished as Kiara’s fist collided with the wall, tearing it away from the structure.

”I thank you for your mercy Queen Morrígan.” He looked back at Kiara with soft eyes, detesting the actions he had done to her. After a moment he brought his attention to the rest and exhaled a heavy breath. ”Hear me out please. Even after this I truly need you to hear me fully through.” He paused and waited for the silent yes, even if he wasn’t sure there was one. ” I retract my offer to lend you my Order for the land and instead give you the assistance of my Order at its fullest, 450,000 strong including my third party mercenaries and thieves. And I offer you my services as well but I only ask for this one thing... His head lowered slightly in defiance but held determination. ”Kiara remains with me..”

Kiara removed her fist from the rubble it had made of the wall. She sneered at Kyla and spat at the faeries feet disrespectfully, Kyla’s head held low. Such impoliteness was a slight of the very worst kind in their culture, a way of saying ‘know your place’. Queen Morrígan tsked her tongue “Come now, child. She has paid the price for her actions.”

At the Queen’s behest, Kiara let it lie. She was the only voice of reason that could speak to Kiara without the invocation of her true name. The rage still burned low in her gaze at the dragon, he was just as much to blame for her broken heart. Without regard to her glowering, he spoke of his proposed amendments to the contract.

Morigannes face lit up. The dragon had upped the deal considerable on his part, and offered to give up land the fey had granted him. ”Excellent!” The Queen tentatively stated in agreement. Kiara’s eyes widened at how lightly she had taken the fact that her great-granddaughter was still very much a piece of property in this deal. She looked at Cynbel, giving her father one last shot at redemption in her eyes… he remained silent - silent, but stupid enough to quickly glance at her. The disgusted and disappointed face that stared back at him was not his daughter’s, but Edana’s. It was plain to see that he was being just as disowned as Kiara felt in that moment.

”... on the condition that there will be nothing but honesty between us from here on out. I want an ally, not a snake. This will be put in writing, so that you will be bound by blood with the inability to lie, just as we are by our nature.” The Dark Queen’s glamour shimmered back into place as she perked up a shapely brow. At the snap of her fingers, a changeling that was shaking in fear of the whole situation placed a piece of parchment in her hand. An advisor then quietly stood and looked at the dragon.

“After what our Queen has stated, is there anything else you would like to tell us now before it’s too late?” He quirked an eyebrow. To Sulleykaar it was now or never and the dragon spoke up one last time.

”Very well... I plan on bringing down the Children of Tiamat and your daughter will be the one to do it… It was not a question but a confident statement. “What! How is she supposed to do that!?” An advisor exclaimed. ”I had a vision centuries ago where a creature of red and fire, and a girl of stone would unite darkness and light in order to bring the kin of the great red dragon back to the depths of Nåm'hní. In this vision, I am the creature of red and fire-”

“And you believe that Kiara is the girl of stone?” Finished the advisor. The dragon shrugged.

”Possibly. I cannot say for certain. When we were at the gates we had gotten into a slight scuffle and I used one of my many Old Scale spells at my disposal to stop her. For a time it did, until-” Cynbel glowered at the dragon, displeased with such treatment of his little girl. The dragon glanced over at Kiara with a smile before turning back to the rest with straight face. ”She managed to move a bit from it. Of course I wouldn’t use the fullest extent of it, but the fact that with even the slightest amount of power to it, she managed to resist… He paused for a moment to let that sink in. ”For close to a millenia and a half I have searched the realms for this certain girl and I feel that I have come across her. Kiara... I can say with confidence may be the one I was looking for and so I made her apart of the deal as protection from the others. They would have killed her or worse. My actions towards you at the den Cynbel-” He looked at the general with saddened eyes. ”I am truly sorry for. I had to maintain my image among them or else I would have been noticed and the chance to save the fey realm would be lost forever. I did what I had to for the greater good. I hope you can understand this.” He let his eyes look into every faerie there, settling on Kiara’s last. He would find her boldly staring back at him. The color of her irises now a dark, garnet red instead of abyssal black.

”You wish to teach me how to kill dragons?” she asked in a flat voice with an even more emotionless expression. Cynbel smirked behind Sulleykaar’s back in a tinge of fatherly pride.

”No… He stated stoically before offering a small smile. He leaned in towards her. ”I won’t be teaching you to kill dragons...I will be teaching you how to erase them from existence.” The corner of her mouth quirked up slightly.

”I accept these terms.” she said and then looked at her Queen and curtsied respectfully. Morrígan scrawled out the deal in elegant script rivaling that of the Elven tombs. Once finished, the Queen offered Sulleykaar the contract to seal first. When he went to sign, one of the advisors spoke up one last time, a question burning on his tongue.

“Queen Morrígan and Sulleykaar, if I may.” The dragon raised an eyebrow in a silent yes. “You said that in your vision you and Kiara are to take down the Children of Tiamat.” He nodded. “What is this uniting the darkness and light?” Sulleykaar looked down at the contract, quill in hand and placed it down. Queen Morrígan smiled knowingly, dragons weren’t the only ancient beings to see visions of the future. Slowly, he stood erect and took in a deep breath before answering with a statement of finality.

”I have only guessed at this but...She will be the one to unite the Seelie and Unseelie courts to defend against the Children of Tiamat’s forces.” It took only a moment before the advisor begun to chuckle, and the laughter became a virus. Sulleykaar grimaced before his hands flicked the air, exposing a real time picture and what the advisors saw made them gasp. ”There are, known to many, to be at least 7 realms in the surrounding feylines and the Children of Tiamat have reign over 6 of the seven. You can guess at who’s is not apart of this control. Their armies...no….legions are as vast as the realms and have control of the former kingdoms’ troops. 30 kingdoms to be precise. And my order is just a decimal compared to what they have.”

”And they are nothing before us.” Queen Morrígan said with the pride of faerie behind her words, to which Sulleykaar nodded in agreement. Whether or not she liked to admit it, uniting forces with her ancient, forbidden lover would make for an army to truly be feared. Her troops would not easily be convinced to get along with the Seelie, but that would be Sulleykaar’s job as Commander to inspire.

“Then when do you plan on teaching her this...” The advisor squinted his eyes. Sulleykaar smirked as he swiftly picked up the quill, signed it and finished it off the same way he did at the den with burnt blood and paper.

”Right now.” He gave the Queen a simple nod and turned heel, Kyla in tow. ” Kiara come... We have work to do.” He turned his head towards Cynbel with a straight face. ”I suggest that the ambush still goes as plan not to bring attention to the Children of Tiamat.”

“Of course it will, we are at war with the Seelie.” Cynbel said matter-of-factly. Dragons wars might be the future, but this was the present. Kiara was not pleased at being ordered around once more, and even less enthused by having to walk beside the turncloak broad. But, she had a role to play and a dragon to learn how to erase from existence. Maybe, if she was lucky, Kyla would find somewhere else to buzz off to… but, as this day had proceeded to prove, Kiara was anything but lucky.

Cynbel was pulled away from the fun due to Sulleykaar, much to the both’s dismay. “It’s a shame that Shulleykaar hash bad timing. I wash really enjoying hish - company.” Felix hiccuped.

”Enjoying his company?” Garax scoffed. ”He failed to accept my challenge. Felix shook his head, wiping his mouth of the drink he took a swig from.

”He had something important to take care of plus it must be important if- oof!” Garax had lost his concentration with the human general and slapped Felix’s chest and pointed to the woman down from them. She was beautiful. Her braids swayed back and forth thanks to some of her reactions while watching the pit. Her smile was a stunner and her body was killer. The black mask-like streak that ran across her eyes added this fierceness that many warriors would love. Felix and Garax just stared at her for a long moment before Felix took the initiative and stood up with the intention of meeting her. Garax grabbed him by the shoulder and forcefully sat him down. ”She’s mine… Felix looked at him with this incredulous look.

”Your’sh? Shaysh who!?”

”Says me… He barked back. Soon enough the both of them began this race to see who would talk to her first. Pushing and shoving people out of the way as well as pulling each other back in the hopes that one of them would be there first. Just before they got to her, Felix jumped up to the bleacher above and lept of of the stone column next to it, a shield from his writ guard jolted out of its storage compartment and opened it a large tower shield that, with a loud “dong”, hit the Orc in the side of the head, putting him over the ledge. With an audible “thunk” the shield disappeared and Felix approached her with a warm smile only to turn into sheer shock and horror as he felt the large greenish hand grasp his spaulder and yanked him over the edge. With natural instinct, Felix grabbed onto Garax’ neck and placed his legs on the short ledge.

Neala didn’t notice the scuffle. Fighting in the training grounds was pretty commonplace. Occasionally, she would cheer on the opponents in the pits, like today. In fact, she was feeling quite like a good tussle herself. There were rumors going around that Cynbel and the new dragon commander were picking soldiers for a troupe to ambush the Seelie tonight, and Neala wanted to be ready if her name was on that list. The fae barbarian ran a stone along the blade of her axe, sharpening it to a lethal edge as she sat in the bleachers beside the fighting rink, occasionally hooting and hollering about the contenders.

”If I go down there you're coming wi-AHHH - OOF!” The Orc Warlord wasn’t going to give him the time or day to finish that stupid cliche. He simply released his grip on the ledge and leaned back, using the young human commander as a shock absorber. Of course, this didn’t go without Garax getting some kind of punishment from his stupidity. When they hit, the eagle sculpted spauled smacked against the Orc’s shoulder, dislocating it and a strong headache from the back of his head smacking into the heavy dragon scale chestplate that was Felix’s armor. They rolled away from each other as they took a moment for their pain to subside. Garax was the first to stand and he took in his surroundings with a large vicious grin. He was in the pit. He raised his hands and laughed as he encouraged the crowd to cheer him on. The orc looked towards Felix as he stood and shook his head before reaching for Craimor and Hagin, his favorite battle axes.

Felix had finally made it to his feet and looked around. A classic “oh shit” face appeared on Felix as he looked at Garax who was now drawing out his axes. ”Now we will see who she is meant for. An Orc warlord or a Human Commander... he chuckled as he cracked his neck side to side. Felix looked dubious before sighing with a small smirk, gripping the handle of a rather interesting blade. Within its sheath it seeped out an eerie black ectoplasm trail and when he drew it, a plume of the phantom mist escaped its sheath before slowly trailing off into the surrounding air. The tip of blade still releasing the abyssal colored smoke.

The sandy blonde faerie raised her head when roaring cheers burst from the crowd. There were two new fights in the pit. Neala set down the sharpening stone and walked to the edge of the pits for a closer look, axe in hand.



Clang! Clang! Thwack! Clang! Thwack! ”RAAAAAAAAGH!” The orc had gone on the offensive after getting pummeled by that damn jack-in-the-box called a shield. Whenever he went for the knockout blow, Felix would simply raise his arm and then. “Clang” Nothing but shield shortly followed back a strike from the broad side of the blade or a fist to the face. It was a shame that the Faerie general wasn’t here, he probably would enjoy watching the human show off some of his skills. Unfortunately however, the tide of the battle had started shifting into the Orcs favor. Powerful blow after blow started to weigh down the human commander. One could only handle so many hits from an orc before feeling fatigued and the Orc’s laughter wasn’t helping. ”WHAT DID I TELL YOU! HAHAHAHA! SHE”S MINE!”

Neala found herself enraptured by the battle of foreigners. While the fortitude of the human was impressive, far superior to any human she’d encountered thus far, she found herself rooting for the orc. She gave the hand signal that she wished to challenge the victor of this fight and the crowd began to cheer even louder.

Close to two hours of straight fighting and finally Felix went down but not before that ”Iron Will of his gave him that second and third wind. But finally, with a heavy left hook, he sent the human down to the ground. The orc turned to face his fans, his axes held high as they erupted into cheers of applause and adoration but only grew orc intense when the woman they originally fought over wanted the next fight...against him.

The faerie pole-vaulted down into the ring, landing with a solid thud and bracing herself by bending her knees before standing upright. She deftly spun the double-sided axe around as if it was feather-weight. “Need to rest up first, kitten?” Garax sneered.

”Hardly...I’m not known as the Beserker of Bloodrun for no reason.”

”Good. It’s been a long time since I put an Orc on his ass, but I’m nowhere near rusty.” The barbarian threw her well-defined bicep into the air, hoisting her axe high above her head and garnering appreciative shouts from the audience. Garax...he liked her...Strong willed, courageous, and seemed to know her way around an axe. Sure, he was a warlord and could have anyone he wanted but he did have some standards, which she met.

”So there sweety, wanna make a bet?” He asked with a straight face at first but he couldn’t holding the smile creeping up the sides of his mouth.

The warrior woman smirked in response. A gambit and a fight, just her kind of night. ’If I win, I get your axes. They’d make a fine edition to my collection. And then, you will treat me to as much ale as I desire this night.” Judging from her towering height and thick muscles, suffice it to say she looked like she could drink most men under a table. Neala gave him the chance to make his own claim.

He looked at her with disgust only briefly at the mention of Craimor and Hagin being taken from him should he lose before he smiled at her again. ”And if I win. I get your axe but also, I get you for the night. How does that sound, toots?” He gave her a massive and fairly perverted grin. He twirled his axes in hand as he rotated his shoulders a few times.

Her enchanted leather chest plate shook as she let out a low, throaty laugh.

”What’s so funny?” He frowned.

”You got a deal, big man.” she said before her smile turned feral. She crouched low with a round shield in her non-dominant hand and her great-axe, Tara, in the other. She clanged the axe to the shield in a taunt, much like a human viking would. Garax watched as she crouched down. Oh her thighs. He grinned at the thought of what was between them until he heard the clanging of her shield. The orc clanged his own axes together and with a single hop, he lunged forward, his left arm swinging low across his body. His other he reeled back off the side of his head and once the first would land, his second would be there waiting.

Neala pivoted in time to catch the first axe blow in her shield, opening the Orc up to a cheap shot in the stomach. She jabbed the blunt end of her axe-head into the meat of his torso with enough force to skid him back a foot or two. Garax had felt the butt end of the handle strike his midsection, gaining a slight grunt from him. However that didn’t stop him from bringing down his counter axe downward aimed for her collarbone. The faerie barbarian raised her forearm up to block the handle of his axes with the added strength of her bracer. The might the Orc put behind the swing cause pain to shoot up all the way to her shoulder blade, but at least she still had her head.

”Won’t be much left to fuck if you chop me to pieces.” she suggested slyly, distracting him enough to wind back and slam her head into his. The headbutt made an audible crack and would leave both parties a little dazed, but Neala managed to raised up her shield and get back in a defensive position. There really wasn’t much at stake in this fight - even if she lost, she’d be winning, but pride kept her in it. That statement definitely earned his distraction and the repercussions for said distraction as her head met his at full speed. He stepped back with a growl before he came at her with a barrage of double axes. One after the other they rained cold steel down upon her and her shield and it wasn’t long before he went for a bold move, and one that most likely would cost him the match. He moved in closer than before and with the inner curved and blunt side of the blade he yanked her forward, dropped his blades when and if she lost balance, and came in low, grabbing her by her torso and lifted her up before quickly descending to the ground. The scoop tackle wasn’t guaranteed to work in his favor but he wasn’t truly going for a finishing move but rather to cop a feel.

”Oof!” Neala grunted as the Orc knocked the air out of her. The grapple had knocked Tara out of reach, but Neala still had some other weapons on hand, if she could just get a hold of one. Somehow his barrage of axe swings had not managed to draw blood, so she was still in this. His testosterone-fueled desires were a weakness that Neala took full advantage of. The thick woman was surprisingly nimble as she wrestled and arm free from his tackle. When Garax felt her arm free, his eyes went wide. Swiftly, she retrieved the dagger stashed in the skull-shaped armor piece between her shoulderblades and brought her arm forward the graze the line of his jaw. It wasn’t meant to be fatal, just a slice deep enough to draw blood and look like a bad shaving mishap.

”Looks like I win, toots.” she said, mocking the tone he’d used with her.He laid there, blade at his neck and “tsked”. Neala brought the dagger to her lips and licked the blood off the smooth edge of the blade. Garax then placed his hands on her hips and slowly caressed her body.

” Guess so...But I still got something out of this, heheheh” He said with confidence. Neala sat up and headbutted him again before bring a knee up into his groin. His natural male reaction was to grab ahold of his jewels and hold them, fetal position.

”Ah-Ah--- We made a deal. You owe me a few drinks… then maybe I’ll consider fucking you. That is, if you’re still able.”

”FINE FINE! ALL THE ALE...I’M STILL ABLE DAMMIT! AND YOU BEST TAKE CARE OF THOSE THINGS!” He barked, kinda turned on by the whole battle.

The dirty blonde faerie winked before standing up to dust herself off. She picked up her two new weapons and admired them. How lovely…



Cynbel returned to the training grounds amidst a cacophony of cheering shouts. The Pits were seeing some of the heaviest flow of currency they had in awhile. Ale and gold was flowing as the bets came in. In the center of the ring, Neala and the Orc Warlord battled it out and cheers and boos came and went as blows were shared among the combatants. The commander caught sight of a rather defeated-looking human and went to stand beside him.

”I see the Orc has taken my advice and found someone willing to entertain both desires…” Cynbel held his hands carefully in front of himself, surprisingly calm given the situation he just walked away from back at Court. It was quite possible that this human might have been in on the lies and deception. Some threats and warnings needed to be made, but he didn’t have to start with such harsh conversation. Felix looked over to see the faerie general had returned from the meeting. He quickly raised his arm and lowered it again, holding on tightly to it, probably fractured or dislocated something.

“Ah, sorry I was in the pit. I would shake your hand for your return, but I think I broke it over the Orc’s skull.” He chuckled at his own joke and a painful look came and quickly left. He looked back down into the pit and sighed and pointed to the woman. ”We were fighting over her. Well, more so me in my drunken stupor. Now that I have sobered up a bit, she really isn’t too much of my type. Captain Kyla is more along my type. Black hair, thin face, athletic yet curvy body, as well as courageous, honest and loyal. She is also a very good teacher, I might add. He glanced at him with a smile. ”That’s the kind of woman I like and could settle down with.”

Cynbel’s face seemed to darken. “Do yourself a favor, don’t settle down.” his words spoke of the pain that only a terrible loss could bring. Felix gave him a questioning look. He looked to the ring were one of his most decorated soldiers and newest allies duked it out in a brutal game of foreplay. Cynbel sighed, but remained calm, unlike his wayward daughter in situations like this.

“Tell me…” Cynbel switched the subject. “Did you know of the dragon’s plans?” Felix subconsciously nodded.

”Yes, that’s why we’re here. We’re supposed to aid you in this war against the Seelie. Why? Has that changed?” The human commander’s attention was now temporarily away from the fight but to Cynbel instead. A confused look on his face.

The human was easy to read. Honestly, Cynbel couldn’t have walked in at a better moment… Garax being distracted and all. If Felix was lying, Cynbel would know in the same way that all Unseelie faeries would know, by tasting his emotions. Felix wasn’t nervous though, just honestly confused. ”It has not changed, but new things have been brought to light. That ’meeting’ he called me to was nothing but an assassination with an audience.”

”WHAT!” He yelled, however, Garax could not hear him over the shouting and yelling from the crowd.

Now Felix was nervous. He was in a weakened state and if Cynbel wished for it he could easily strike him down and the young commander would not be able to stop him. ”Impossible. There’s no way in hell that he would do such a thing to his new allies! Commander Cynbel there is more to this you’re not telling me.” His voice was raised until he got to his question-statement. Then it was like a father to a son who he caught lying to him.

Cynbel raised a pale white eyebrow. ”Is there? Perhaps you know more than you are letting on. Let me be clear here, human. I will not tolerate anymore lies. If we are to be allies, we are to be equals. I cannot lie, therefore neither should you.”

”AND NEITHER CAN I! Interrupted. ”By the Order, the Kingdom of Kalmar and my knighthood I am bound by oath to always be honest and forthright. I myself have done nothing to you or your Queendom that would be considered a lie so if you feel that I have lied to you-” Felix brought a painful arm above and then behind his hand and slapped the seal of his armor, letting it drop to the ground with a loud thunk. ” Then strike me down where I stand.” Now he stood erect with his chest out, a fierce yet confident gaze staring back at Cynbel. Silence on his side as he awaited an answer or a blade.

Cynbel stared at him and then nodded “Very well. It is good to know that there is at least one honest soul in this bunch.” The fight had ended with Neala being the victor via first blood. The commander smiled pridefully at his soldier. Cynbel brought his attention back to Felix before explaining Sulleykaar’s actions, and his reason behind them. Full disclosure, as promised from here on out. He sat there, bewildered. ”Of all groups he wants to bring down it’s the Children of Tiamat. For longest time I've known Suls he always said he was a part of them...This is alot to take in-”

[color=lightgray]“You are telling this to the man who just watched two of his closest friends die…. Or, so I thought. Kiara will never forgive him, Hyumae was like a mother to her.” Cynbel said sadly. It was uncommon to see the commander show even the slightest amount of emotion, but it had been a long day.

” But according to your story they were assa- your right. Even if they were she grew up knowing her… He stopped his original thought out of respect. He looked at him with a smirk. ”Look what you could use right now is a big ol’ pint of something to knock you on your ass and a few bets on the next couple of fights. What do you say, hm? Ow, dammit!” He said as he patted him on the back only to hurt his hand even more on the stone like skin of the Fey general.

”That sounds like a fine idea. First, I’m going to fetch you a healer. They are few and far between in our court, but we have a couple and this is the best place to find one.” Cynbel stood up and took the path to one of the nearby buildings. Most of them held sleeping quarters and armories, but a few functioned as infirmaries. On the way, Cynbel ran into Neala and her prize… or perhaps it was vice versa? Hard to be sure.

“May I have a word?” Cynbel asked the Orc.

”Tsk...I’m busy… He stated, not recognizing the voice at first. Neala elbowed him hard in the ribs.

”Oof! What!? What is i- Commander Cynbel?” He looked at him confused for a second before grinning and walking over to the Commander. ”Do you accept my challenge from earlier or are you backing out?” A cocky attitude and expression accompanying the question.

“I’m afraid I have some business to discuss. I wouldn’t want you to keep Neala waiting too long, it’d be a shame if she lost interest.” A knowing smiled played at the Commander’s lips.

He looked back to her for a moment before looking at the commander with a frown. ” You have the absolute worst timing I have ever had the misfortune to deal with. Let’s talk quickly, I can already feel myself starting to hurt.” Neala stepped away respectfully while Cynbel hashed out the same story he had told to Felix just moments before, requesting that he and the Orc also promise honesty with one another.

”That dragon paid me to fight the Seelie, not the Wyrms of the Underworld. Shit…” He scratched the back of his head before slamming a fist into the wall. ” I better get paid double for this or I swear if I’m not dead by the end of this shit I’ll use his head as a fucking bowl for my stew.”

Cynbel chuckled smoothly “Be sure to make enough to share.” if anyone wanted the dragon’s head, it was Cynbel.

”Hey, Cynbel...Do me a favor… He said before getting ready to head back to his trophy, or bed buddy, or whatever it was. ”Cut the dragon some slack. He may have lied but that crazy bastard always has a method to his madness. I learned that quickly about him. He’s not all that bad....As long as he pays up!”

Cynbel’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his tone was still light and cordial ”This request coming from the same brute who threatened to fuck the very daughter I am fighting to keep safe.”

Garax eyes widened at the revelation of who that girl’s father was. A blanket of fear came and went though as he simply shrugged. ”I’m an Orc. We orcs aren’t too bright. Smarts stop after we get off the battlefield. He smirked, letting the general know that he meant no harm.

The faerie commander looked to Neala and then to the Orc. ”Enjoy the rest of your evening, I’m sure Neala will make you feel most welcome.” Cynbel bowed politely and received a respectful nod in return. He then made his way to the nearest infirmary and acquired a healer for Felix. It was a young boy, an apprentice, but trained enough to fix a simple broken hand.

When they had returned, they had seen Felix fidgeting with his hand, yelling now and then in an apparent attempt at fixing it himself while he waited for help.

“Felix, you’re going to make it worse!” The father in him couldn’t help but scold. The healer’s apprentice asked to see it. When Felix reluctantly offered his hand, the boy held it between both of his own. The was a glowing light and a warm feeling that washed over the wounded area before the sharp pain of bones resetting.

” GAA-” Felix went to scream in pain before blacking out for a few seconds, only to return to the pain again, this time, gritting his teeth to it. He let out a trembling chuckle that turned into a painful laugh. ”Oh it doesn’t hurt it only- GAH - tickles- TSSS DAMMIT!” He said in what was a mix of sarcasm and pain. Despite the human’s carrying on, the boy bravely healed his wounds. Yes, brave, because he was practically shaking at having to perform in front of the General.

” Young boy, what is your name?” He asked after the painful part started to subside.

“Kieran.” the boy responded.

”Kieran...Very nice name. You did a great job and I thank you for it.” He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a small sack that jingled slightly. ” A job well done is a job well paid...Here.” He handed the young boy a few gold coins for the trouble.

Cynbel smiled warmly. “Indeed, very well done, Kieran. Keep up your studies and some day you may find yourself out on the fields with my men and women. A good healer is more precious than silver or gold.” Kieran’s face lit up at the high praise.

Felix gave the general a mocking frown but nodded in agreement. ” You cannot pay your way out of battle but like the general said. A good healer is more valuable than any form of money. He roughed the kid’s hair up a bit before smiling and leaned back. God the pain was exhausting. Kieran thanked them both and bowed politely before taking leave to return to his previous duties.

”Cynbel…” Felix said dully as he watched the fights below. ”What do you truly think of our odds against the Children of Tiamat? Commander to Commander.” He looked to Cynbel with the infamous thousand-yard stare. ”I don’t doubt our forces’ strengths but the odds are heavily against us.”

Cynbel nodded his head in agreement. ”It is unclear… these plans based on visions… it is all far too risky for my taste - and he hopes to have us ally with the Seelie? That sounds like a plan destined for failure, there is a reason we are always at war. Some differences cannot be settled, even if we were once all the same people.” he said with a hefty amount of honesty. This dragon war, it was naught but a pipe dream.

”What truly frightens me though is the idea of failure… We go to the Seelie who we are currently at war with, ask for basically a truce to take down a dragon tyranny only for The dragons’ spies to catch on and convince the Seelie to keep the war going. Then we’re fighting on two fronts wit-“ He chuckled. ”Sorry...I’m just over thinking things I think… Let’s just get a drink and make some bets…” He gave a mock smile before resting his head against the pillar. ”That damn orc has a nasty right hook by the way. He stayed silent before laughing. The faerie commander concurred and fetched them some more ale and decided who from his horde would accompany Kyla and Sulleykaar’s soldiers on the ambush tonight.

Kiara abruptly changed direction as she walked beside Sulleykaar. She was not heading back out the way that they had come in, which would probably anger him, but she had her reasons. She held her long skirts up with tiny fists as her bare feet padded along the stoney hallway headed toward the west wing of the castle. Kiara wasn’t herself, no bubbliness or snarky comments, just silence as she went her own way.

The revelation of his true intentions and they way he had to do so was unforgivable, even by his standards. It would just added to the laundry least of guilt-ridden actions he had made over his long life. He would hold the weight of this until he departed into the nothingness that was every dragon’s fate but at that moment it had to be done, for the better of the realm. He sighed until his attention was drawn to the change of sound next to him. His sight shot over to the new direction that Kiara had taken and he stopped. “Kiara I said to follow me...Where are you going?” he asked with a stern voice.

”To my chambers.” she said flatly without even turning.

“To what? Grieve over the death of a false rolemodel? Kiara, she was nothing more than a pawn in the grand scheme of things for the Children of Tiamat. Crying will do nothing for you. he said harshly. There seemed to be no sympathy on his end but that was far from the truth. It did hurt him that he killed what seemed to be her only role model but what he said held true. He slowly made his way over to her. “ If you want to do anything, use those emotions in training to prepare yourself for what might be the fate of your realm and protect those left that you still do care for.” He said softly.

Kiara had stopped abruptly as soon as he mentioned Hyumae. She dropped the hem of her dress back down and her fingers twitched angrily at her sides while she listened. The faerie practised calming breaths like she was taught at Rosa Claire, to keep her emotions in check and the surrounding building intact. She turned on her heel to face him, looking cold, but not particularly fierce. ”I just wanted to change out of my gown before training, ass hole. Do I look ready to fight right now?” she gestured to the sweeping train of her skirts. It was a cumbersome garment, worn to please the eye but useless in pretty much every other way. The faerie spun back around and marched the next few yards to her suite, swinging the door open with a loud clang. How dare he. How dare he speak to her like that about Hyumae. She was so frustrated that angry-sad tears welled up in her eyes. But she wouldn’t cry, she couldn’t cry now and give him the pleasure in being right.

“Kyla...Go prepare for the ambush…” He commanded her. With a simple nod she went off to meet with the others from the Order. Sulleykaar looked down the hall before he sighed. This was going to be tough was his only thought. He decided to move towards her room and wait just outside the doors as he thought about what was to come. There was more to the vision he had but he would only give them pertinent details. Everything else would come in time. The only thing that wasn’t certain was whether or not they would succeed. He contemplated something before he came to a concrete decision. He walked into the room. At the center of the sitting area stood a massive tree with gnarly roots that reached to the far corners of the space. Ethereal lights hung suspended at different lengths from the tree’s branches, lighting up the walls enough to reveal a fine collection of paintings. Some were beautiful and bright, others were dark and terrifying, but they all had a similar style. Water trickled down from the back corner of the room and followed the left side wall in a stream that lead to the pool in the center of the castle. The decor itself was quite lavish, especially the pillowy red couch with gold trimmings beside Sulleykaar.

He slowly took it all in. It was what he had expected of the faerie royal family. Luxurious and yet natural. However, it was the paintings that he was drawn to, more importantly, the one that looked like it was a portrait of the one he killed. He shook his head lightly before he sighed. With a glowing had he tapped the painting. It glowing dimly with greenish hue before the light diminished. The dragon shifted over a bit to the next painting and took it in before tapping it again, the light disappearing from it. After a few more he moved over towards the couch and sat down.

Kiara silently went to her bedroom and stripped off the elaborate costume. She felt like a different person from the one who put it on this morning. Once prized cattle, and now seemingly a slave. She sat naked on her bed and rubbed her face. First her mother, now Hyumae, and her father… she had little left in the Court to ‘care about’ let alone risk her life fighting for. The stupid dragon knew nothing. She would learn this “old scale” and she would master it, and then student would turn on master. Fuck his prophecy, she was the author of her fate, not him. With that, she dressed in a loose tank top, shorts, and tights. The garments were usually worn under faerie armor, but the dragon knew that she had no real use for that, she just wanted something easier to move around in. She braided her scarlet locks into one solid braid and tied it with leather cords.

“Let’s go.” Kiara said coldly once walking out of her room and seeing Sulley sitting down.

“Did you pack sleeping gear?” He said with an eyebrow raise as he looked at her.

”Why? Am I not allowed to sleep in my own bed?” she asked in rapid response. Where then would she be sleeping? Gods no, he better not be trying to imply...

“We won’t be coming back for a while. So I suggest you take the essentials and get yourself ready to go.” The dragon said as he stood up and looked at her with a soft smile.

Kiara’s lip twitched angrily ”Why are you smiling? Is this funny to you?” that sounded a bit more like the regular Kiara, if only for a moment.

“Sorta…” He walked over to the door and turned his head to face her. “You just remind me of...well...me. I’ll wait for you out here. I trust that you know what to grab.” He gave her a small nod and stepped out, the end of his crimson hair last to leave the doorway.

The faerie growled under her breath and spun back into her room. She stuffed cloth bag full of thing skirts and dresses, some furs in the rare instance that she might get cold, a bunch of pigments and paints, and, of course, make up. Truly a princess, through and through. Kiara tied the bag shut and hoisted it over her shoulder as if it were nothing. The bulging sack made her look comically small as she shoved her way past Sulleykaar in the hallway, heading for the nearest exit.





It took about a day for the pair to reach Riverrun. A trail ran along side of a crystal clear river complemented by flowers of all kinds and trees of all colors. On either end rose a mountainscape that seemed to never end. The smell of fresh flowers and the soothing sound of the water against the rocks filled their senses.The creatures of the area watched them closely but never took them away from their environment. It was peaceful and for Sulleykaar, held an immense amount of nostalgia. This was his home, his place of birth. The air felt peaceful and seemed to have a life of it’s own. The place, by nature, was saturated magically with a natural energy.

Kiara was perched up on a tree, sleeping on the branch. The morning sun wasn’t waking her as it should, and she slept like a rock after the previous day’s travel. Thankfully for the tree, she wasn’t quite so heavy when she was sleeping. Long, messy locks of red hair hung from the branch and danced in the gentle breeze.

”Kiara! We aren’t there yet. Let’s keep a move on!” The loud, unwelcomed voice warranted a couple of grumpy grunts before Kiara rolled carefully on the branch to face the opposite direction from Sulleykaar. The dragon bit his tongue before clicking it.

”Come down now by yourself or else…” He gave her her final ultimatum. The sleepy faerie curled her wings in close around her defiantly. The next thing that she would feel would be the tree shaking violently with a blast of wind to match in the form of a whitish cone. Kiara fell from the branch rather gracelessly, landing on her hands and knees with a small squeak. She glared up through blinky, sleep-crusted eyes at the now laughing dragon who smiled playfully at her. Kiki rubb her eyes and then stood up.

”You are the worst creature in all the realms.” she mumbled before slinging the heavy pack over her shoulders and yawning. ”Okay, I’m ready.” she said, though she didn’t really feel it.

”We’re almost at the halfway point. Let’s go.” He smiled as he lead her up a trail. The trail held a steady inclined to what could possibly been the mountain they had been walking next to but it wasn’t certain yet. Soon enough they hit a clearing and Sulley stopped abruptly as long breeze lifted his hair up behind him. ”Over there-” he pointed out towards the [url=cdn.desktopwallpapers4.me/wallpapers/f.. in the distance. ”This is Eagle’s Peak.” he said with a bit of nostalgia in his voice.

Kiara looked out at the vast expanse of trees. There were even islands of stone and lang that floated in the sky. That was what really impressed Kiara, stone that floats, she envied it. [color]”This is where you are from?”[/color] she asked, though she already knew the answer.

”Was…” He said somberly as he looked towards the mountain in the distance. A twitch at his mouth. He looked to Kiara with smile. ”I think we have walked enough.” He turned to his right lept forward as he morphed into his dragon form.

Only because Sulleykaar wouldn’t see it, Kiara smiled wide. Was he going to let her fly again?

”Don’t do anything brash this time Vo Hahdrim because I will not catch you this time.” He said in a lie to himself.

”Good… I wouldn’t need you to.” was all she promised before hiking herself and her pack up onto his back. It would be tough to tell which weighed more at this point.

He brought a large claw up to her side and tapped her gently as a greenish hue engulfed her from the waist down. He leaned his massive head over the side to see the height and nodded to himself. ”This will do nicely.” He looked over at her with his big slitted eye that held...something mischievous in it as he opened his wings at its fullest length.

”Hey!” she called out as she felt a warm tingling sensation from the waist down. It wasn’t wholly unpleasant, but also wasn’t permitted by her. ”This is my body, thank you very much!” The dragon unfurled his wings, clearly paying no mind to her complaints.

He leaned backwards and with a strong and might lunge, lept off the mighty mountain at an incredibly steep angle, coming close to terminal velocity. Kiara’s heart lurched at the sudden gust of wind as the dragon jumped. The speed and thrill made her squeal like a kid on a rollercoaster, causing the dragon to look back with a toothy grin. Just before the ground met them he leaned back and his underbelly just touching the tip of the treeline as he sail over the river tilting to from side to side to until he balanced himself out. His massive wings flapped rhythmically as he flew between the floating mountains, coming in close to them for Kiara to see. The faerie gazed around in wonderment. This place was just as magical and lovely as her own home. Colorful, foreign birds zipped by, much smaller and faster than the red dragon. In the distance, she could see other avian creatures, maybe they were other dragons? They were too far away to be sure. Kiara relaxed and leaned forward into the wind, letting her hair fly free behind her and closing her eyes, forgetting briefly the sadness and anger she had felt the past two days.

It didn’t take too long for them to arrive at the mountain’s cliff. It’s mass was enough for Sulley to move around comfortably and for him to teach Kiara. Carved out of the mountain was a rather large den, large even for a dragon. He descended onto the cliff lightly as he released the greenish hue attached to Kiara. He changed back slowly, getting small enough for Kiara to get off without falling. ”We’re here…” He sighed as he made his way to the den. ”Go into the den and make yourself comfortable….Well at least as comfortable as you can. I will call you out here at sunset. I have something to do first.” He insisted.

Kiara looked to the den and then back to Sulleykaar. This was the most freedom she’d been given since their journey began, so she was naturally suspicious. ”Okay…” she said quietly. She had just had far too much fun to keep up being angry, instead she just pulled her pack along and headed for the den. Once inside, she started unpacking her things. She laid out the clothes in a nice, flat pile and then arranged her paints in neat rows beside her make-up. The faerie sat cross-legged and used the small hand mirror to apply shadow to her eyes. She could just use glamour to change her appearance, but she like the art of physically applying it. And while she might be spending the majority of this trip fighting, that didn’t mean she couldn’t look good doing it.

Sulleykaar still hadn’t returned, so Kiki poked around a bit. The land offered some fruits and small berries to eat. She was hungry, but such food wasn’t what she required for sustenance. When was the last time she fed? She couldn’t remember… that wasn’t good. Ignoring the hunger pains, Kiara went back into the den to find something distracting to do. She opened a few pots of paint and dry pigments to mix in to alter the hues before application. Kiara had no canvas, but the stony wall would do just fine. Closing her eyes, she remembered the view from up above on the dragon’s back and attempted to recreate it in vibrants shades of blue and green.



It had taken all day but he felt he did right. He sighed as he looked on at it, guilt slowly filled him as he made his way back to the den to fetch Kiara. ”Kiara...I have something I want you to see. It took me all day to make it look right so I do hope you appreciate it.” He said with some sadness in his voice. Kiara jumped in surprise. Her fingers were covered in paint, but she nodded. Sulley turned and lead her back out to the cliff side.

The night was beautiful. A light breeze despite where they were but below in the valley the earth seemed to slowly begin to illuminate with a natural light and before the two. Decorated with two pictures from her room on makeshift stands, a pyre sat, on stone and sticks in an elegant and simple manner. Carved out around it, the symbol of the Unseelie court and in Fae’len, “To Hyumae, beloved mother and teacher. May she be welcomed back to the earth with open arms.” He stood there stoically and in a tense posture, awaiting her response.

For a while, Kiara just stood there silently. She recognized the paintings immediately, were they real? Did he take them from her room and she didn’t notice? The face that stared back at her hurt to look at for too long, so she moved her eyes to the pyre and inscription carved out. That was what really did it. She wrapped her paint-covered hands over her arms as one would hug oneself and her lower lip quivered. He glance over at her. Should he? Should he not? He made that split decision and moved in next to her, wrapping a single arm around her shoulder and gently rubbed his thumb over her shoulder. He wanted to say something but instead stayed silent for the moment. The moment of kindness, of physical touch, it was too much and her quivering lip turned into a full on sob. She turned and buried her face into the dragon’s chest, half embarrassed at her outburst.

He simply held her, rubbing her back in consolation. Each tear drop only reminding him of the pain he caused her and it ripped into him. They stayed like that for some time as night came. The valley now a glowing sea of life. He gently let her go for a moment as he went over to the pyre. At this point, Kiara had reined herself in a bit more. In the silence, she had reached a moment of clarity, that maybe, just maybe, she was angry with the wrong people. She watched Sulleykaar through a new set of eyes as he walked up to the pyre.

”Neh viir yol.” He spit a small flame from his mouth and caught it as it slowly changed from an intense orange to a soft purple. He waited a moment before gently kneeling down and placing the fire in the carved out trench, slowly wrapping its way in a spiral and and branching off in different ways until a flaming purple symbol of the Court remained. The pyre now burning softly in the night. Sulley left his head down for a moment before rising, a light breeze picking up his hair. ”Kiara… The Unseelie are taught at a young age that ‘Honor is a lie’ and so far all I have proved was that it is true...and for that I am truly sorry. I don’t expect forgiveness but..” He said with his head down. Kiara walked up to him and stood up on her tip toes, even having to use her wings briefly to quickly kiss his cheek.

”Thank you.” she said quietly and brought her eyes to the flames. Her breathing was steady and the tears had stopped. A warrior knows when to accept loss. She held her hand out, spreading her fingers far apart and the earth on the sides of the pyre trembled. When she closed her fist, bits of dirt caved in, burying the flames. ”Chȗ aan doumhain.” to the earth, she said in Fae’len.

His eyes followed hers over to the fire and they softened as he watched her bring the ceremony to its final close. He took in a trembling breath as he turned to face her, a fierce yet determined glint in his eyes. ”From here on out... I will teach you everything I know...Every spell, every enchantment and every Old Scale magic I have at my disposal..I will show you the truth.” He walked over to her and knelt down, his head low.

Kiara nodded “No more lies.” she met eyes with him again.

”“No more lies”He repeated as he looked up at her. It felt strange to look down at him, she hardly ever looked down to anyone, small as she was. She looked away from him awkwardly, looking like she had something to say but was struggling to spit the words out. He scanned her eyes and looked at her slightly confused. He looked away briefly before raising to his feet. The words never came, they could wait. Kiara breathed in and then exhaled loudly.

”So…. When do we start?” she asked.

”Tomorrow...It will be a long day so make sure to get plenty of rest.” He begun to walk away until she spoke up.

That reminded her, it wasn’t rest she needed at the moment. ”Uhm…. Do you know how my people eat?” she asked and chewed her lower lip. He looked at her for a moment and nodded slightly.

”Yes I do…” He said a matter-of-factly.

”Well, it’s kind of been a while and I don’t really see anyone else around, so…” He remained silent and sighed.

”Kiara. We have work to do tomorrow.” He said hesitantly but held firm as he pivoted on the balls of his feet and made his way towards the den. Kiara opened her mouth to protest and then pressed her lips together in a frown. So she was to be starved, then. Pouting, she went to wash the paint off of her arms and hands before retiring to the den for the night.

’I hope she really is the one.’. He thought as he glanced over at her before he disappeared into the darkness of the den.

Once back in the dark little cavern, Kiara pulled some of the furs out of her bag and made a makeshift bed on the opposite side from Sulley. It was nothing like her palatial bed back home, but she was no stranger to sleeping on the ground, she quite liked it, actually. Kiara closed her eyes and breathed evenly, willing sleep to come, but it didn’t. For a while she just stared at the stone wall, the painting she had made, and let her thoughts consume her.

”Sulleykaar? she asked quietly, her voice small and child-like. She was tracing circles into the stone with her fingernail.

”Hm?” He replied at the mouth of the darkest part of the den.

”Do… do you have a mother?” It might sound like a silly question, sure, everyone has a mother at one point or another… but she really knew nothing about him. How old was he? He looked over at her with...an expression that said a lot.

”Had…” He said flatly though slightly tense on the answer.

Kiara nodded against the stone floor, even if he couldn’t see it. ”Me too, I never met her though. I came into this world by taking her life…” SHe winced. It was common for the Unseelie, the death that ran through Moriganne and her her people was a blessing and a curse, it made it difficult to create life.

”...Go to sleep.”

Kiki frowned, ”I was just trying to say that I understand why you did what you did. About Hyumae. I want you to know that I realize she was a spy, but she was also like a mother to me. The person you brought back is a stranger to me, even if she is real. I just want you to understand me, too. But, I’m not as angry with you now...” it was about as close to an apology as he would get from her. Though, he might not really know what she was apologizing for.

He looked down to the ground, a hint of sadness filled the air.”Two mothers I have taken from this world now… He mumbled to himself before looking over at her. ” You took the life of your mother at an age you cannot remember… You were fortunate..”

”I guess…” she whispered, thinking then of her father. He blamed her for it, she had to live with that… the way he would look at her and see his loss before his love for her.

He sighed and walked over to her and crouched down and looked into her eyes. ”What you did you were at no fault but me on the other hand…” Kiara turned to face him better. He stood up while he kept eye contact. ”I have to lie the rest of my days knowing that i was responsible for untimely death and I didn’t know it was her until it was too late…”

Kiara pursed her lips sadly, she didn’t have words for situations like this. She wouldn’t say she was sorry, it wasn’t her fault, but she still felt bad…. Which was a unique feeling for her. ”We should sleep… long day tomorrow, or so I hear.” there was a half-hearted smirk to polish off the sentence.

The dragon felt a twitch but nothing surface. He simply nodded and turned to the darkness of the den, his body once again morphing to his true form as the rumble of each step fading into the dark abyss of the den.

The lieutenants, captains and generals sat in the small meeting room awaiting the return of Captain Kyla and Cynbel’s troops.

“I look forward to hearing the good news of the success of the ambush.” One of the Unseelie Captains said, confidence in his voice. The other Captains and Lieutenants of the Order looked at one another in silent talk. The doors opened with Kyla and Sean walking in with slight limps to their step.

“I look forward to the good news you two.”

”Which you will not hear from us. The ambush went awry half way into the battle. A few from the order whispered to each other while the rest stayed silent. Kyla stepped forward to debrief all those there.

”We waited above the trail in the treeline where we were expecting the ambush to happen however as per usual, information was either withheld or misinterpreted as they came in the opposing direction of where we were expecting the attack. Improved defense tactics were made in record timing but we did not calculate on dealing with Highhill dwarven artillery in the distance.”

“So what of our troops?” Questioned a general, looking over at Sean.

“Originally we had 35 total for this mission.”

”We returned with less than half.” Her eyes met those at the table.

”We have to send in another reconnaissance team to acquire better intel. I suggest in a few days we do that.”

“Very well.” Nodded a commander.

”For us to get close enough we will need a distraction.”

Felix, who had remained silent for some time observing the meeting raised his hand and spoke up.
”I know just the distraction...I will request that Garax sends in some from his clan to assist. We will go on the offensive and attempt to seize here.” He placed his finger on the map on a Seelie outpost about 15 miles away. ” This seems to be a good position to take and give us the upper hand as it is one of the main routes for men and weapons. If we take this we can put a dent into their resources for a little while. Cynbel?” He looked to the faerie general for his input.

Cynbel nodded. He quietly stared at the map with his hand stroking his chin. “Here.” He pointed to the section of the map just east of the outpost. ”We will have a separate troupe from the fighters. When the front line has drawn out the Seelie, they will swarm in and torch the buildings. We have a few quick and talented fire mages, maybe even an elemental fey.” He nodded again. ”I like the idea of taking out their resources…. Weapons, healers.”

”But at the same time we could use this to our advantage as it could also push the lines back for the Seelie army. We could send some extra troops after its taken and make it a forward base of operations for our own.” Felix retorted.

The faerie swayed his head back and forth and tapped his fingers along the table, weighing the options in his head. ”That could work…. But…. I’d rather know the extent of their forces before doing something so bold. Depending on what other hidden allies they have at their disposal, we might not be able to hold it. If we burn it down, there is no risk of them taking it back.”

”If they even have hidden allies. It is a risk for a reward”

“But a risk that General Cynbel isn’t willing to make as you can hear.” A captain of the fey quipped. The human commander sent the captain a look before turning his attention back to Cynbel.

”Say we go with the idea of torching the place and say you are wrong. We would have had a great missed opportunity to get one up from the Seelie. There’s a possibilty that it will be to our favor.”

”You are more than welcome to send your men off on whims of possibile opportunities. We have a much better offense than the Seelie, it is their defenses that we need to grind down. The more that we can take off of the table, the better.” the general stated coldly. The other Unseelie nodded in agreement.

”You’re not thinking strategically…” he sighed.

Cynbel raised both silver brows at Felix’s words. The general leaned forward, tenting his fingers up on the table. He was still calm, but his eyes showed the anger inside. ”Is that so?” he asked rhetorically. Felix looked up with a quizzical look before cursing himself mentally for the slip of the tongue. The slight smile toying on the general’s lips stood in stark contrast to the look in his eyes. ”I have been leading this army for the better half of a millennium, but please, human.” it was his first time using his race as a derogatory remark, “Tell me how to lead them.”

He slammed his fist on the table. ”Don’t patronize me, Commander!” His voice rose and hardened yet he still regarded him by his title out of respect for rank. ”For half a millennium that may have worked but this isn’t just the Seelie and Unseelie war! No, this is a war that has a high chance of being a war on two fronts that...if we don’t take advantage of it now, will be the death of the Unseelie and all who live within this realm. I am trying to strategize with tactics I have learned over the years while you resort to what you know. What happened to the Unseelie code, Change is Good? Allow a change in tactics and see where it takes you.” slight exhaustion in his voice with the slightest hint of plea.

Cynbel crossed his arms over his chest and let out a low laugh resulting in a somewhat confused human commander. ”Hmhmhm… you’ve got some balls, using our words against me.” He was actually smiling now. ”You are right, change is good. That is the line I struggle with most… we will try this your way, Commander.”

Felix sighed in relief as his anger subsided, unconsciously nodding his head. ”Very well. I have heard that you acquired some goblins in the earlier part of the campaign. How have they been holing up?” He looked around the room.

“They haven’t seen action for a bit. We have had no major use for them yet.” Felix nodded.

”We will use them now. Have the goblins put up a smoke wall in front of their main gates. They should then expect an attack from the front. We will use volleys of arrows and what not to put them in a panic, focusing their attention to the smoke. Once they make that their primary focus. We will move in here, from the east, and flank them with the orcs. They will take the brunt of the attack but they should manage with Garax. Then we’ll send in the cleaning crew to finish them off. A few of your mages and ours to secure the outpost and then keep our main defenses there fortify here to here. Northwest to northeast. We will then bring in a few captains and other officers to put some input of their own but we can then move a portion of the main force forward. What do you think?” Felix looked at him with a thin smile.

”As I said, we will try this your way. The plan sounds solid enough. When shall we rally the troops?”

”Seven days from now. We have to make sure that they are well aware and prepared for this.”

Cynbel agreed with a nod ”Will Sulleykaar and Kiara have returned by then, do you think?”

Felix shrugged. He honestly had no clue. ”I wouldn’t count on it...But she would definitely be safe with him. If what was said before about her being trained...She won’t be back anytime soon.

Cynbel chuckled ”I’m not worried about her safety, she hardly needs anyone’s protection. I am sure she will be sad to miss the fight. Perhaps Sulleykaar will stand in as advisor and commander at a later date. We will make this call without him, then.”

Not concerned with the safety of his daughter? Felix thought with a perplexed look. ”You haven’t trained with Suls before, have you?” He deadpanned.

”Will that be all, then, Commander?” he asked Felix, speaking up for the room to hear clearly, completing ignoring the silly question. Why ask something that you know the answer to? ”Shall this meeting be adjourned?”. Felix looked around, silent for a moment before he nodded and stood up straight.

He stood among the dragons, bound by chains and in a weakened state. He had been defeated by his so-called brethren. Fear in his slitted eyes as he looked down at the Kingdom below.

“You have betrayed us Sulleykaar. Betrayal comes with a heavy price.

“No! It is I who should pay the price! Not them!” The gray phantom of a dragon moved in close to his eyes with an eerie toothy smile.

“But you are paying the price. Starting with-” It turned away to let Sulleykaar get a good view of the red-headed girl before him. His heart sank. “-her.” The phantom wyrm raised his head, ready to strike as his mouth opened, ethereal smoke slid up and away from his teeth as he lunged down.”

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-”

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He awoke with a gasp. Sweat dripping down as he looked around the den, or at least making sure that was where he was. His eyes darted around, looking for Kiara and once he saw her sleeping form, his heart rate settled as his breathing stabilized before he got up and ran a trembling hand through his hair. That sudden burst of far might have woken her up. She was hungry after all and it was an emotion she could use to get some nourishment from. Any emotion that a dragon showed was ten fold it's worth in a human. The dragon frowned as he rose from his cot and walked out of the darkened part of the den to the dimly lit opening. Sulleykaar took in a deep breath as he walked to the mouth of the cave and stood at the edge, watching the sunrise. The glowing plants and foliage faded into what would only look like regular plant life. The breeze whipped his hair in front of his face as a slight chill crossed over him.

Kiara had not slept well the night before. The night winds had whipped hard and fast straight through till morning, chilling the stoney interior of the den. It was a strange sensation for Kiara to feel the cold when the core of her being exuded such warmth. Maybe it was mental, and it was just the pain of loneliness. Maybe it was because she felt so incredibly hungry. She considered sleeping closer to the dragon, but that might make him cross with her. Again. So, instead, the faerie curled up into a tiny ball wrapped in furs and shivered until the sun rose. As soon as it did, she got up, even if the dragon was still sleeping… if you could call it that, he seemed to be just as fitful as her all night.

She was standing close to the edge of the cliff face, peering down when the scent assaulted her. Tempting and musky, like the night after a long rain. Her mouth practically watered as her irises when black. She had to have it. Now. The faerie turned on her heels and hunted the source of it, the predatory nature taking over. She stalked over to the cave and found Sulleykaar standing there. The aroma was dissipating like precious sand falling from her fingers. Nonono. ”What happened?!” she said in a hungry hiss, ”Can you do it again?” there was a plea in her words.

She was there in a second, like a shark to the scent of blood. Her question threw him off guard for a second as he briefly forgot what she was. But once he remembered, his face became like stone and the fear vanished almost instantly.

“It was nothing.” He said curtly before sighing and walked past her towards the mouth of the cave. “I need a bath. There is a nice clear lake down the mountain in the valley below. We will go there and after that we will begin your training.”

The faerie smiled, the hungry glint still in her eyes. ”Are you inviting me to bathe with you?” The fear was tantalizing, but this would do just as nicely.

“Just follow me.” His voice echoing through the cave as he morphed into his form and awaited her.

”Yes, sir.” she purred and the grin peeled into a full smile. When he shifted, she waited and climbed up as had become their little routine. She hadn’t expected to get a ride too, perhaps this day would shape up to be much kinder than the last.

The crimson dragon had waited until she was on. ”Hold on.” Was his only warning to her as he leaned to the side and fell off, letting gravity take its course until he had the momentum to stabilize. Kiara giggled characteristically at the fall and attempted to keep grip by essentially bear hugging the dragon’s back. It didn’t do much good, she needed a harness or a rope or she could easily slip off. The single drop and leveling off took them a bit away from the cliff as he flew over treeline for about half a mile before descending on their approach to their destination, Spirit Lake.

The lake itself was massive, flowers and leaves glistened like crystal in the full moon and at the end was a tree that could seem to rival Sulleykaar in size. Tendrils of glowing moss fell towards the water. As they landed, he morphed back into his humanoid form but in a way that wouldn’t cause Kiara to fall on her rump. Once he was situated, a genuine smile etched it’s way onto his face as nostalgia made itself known in his memories.

“If you wish to come in you may.” He said as he took off his robe, leaving a white shirt and leather pants left for the moment as he looked over at Kiara.

”Same to you.” she said foxily before removing the majority of her layers, leaving her covered by a leaf-like skirt and top that only really covered her breasts, basically the faerie equivalent to undergarments.

“Human clothes are too constricting in my opinion.” He said rhetorically. When he took off his shirt, scars upon scars could be seen and more prominently, a large scar that ran from his neck down and across his waist. His pants had come off and one could say, he could give an orc a run for his money. He moved to the water and stepped in before bringing his arms above his head and dove in, warming the area around him from his natural heat alone.

Kiara had made no efforts to look away as he undressed. This was a side of the dragon she had not expected to see so soon. He had many scars, which were mysterious and sexy, they spoke of battle stories that she would love to hear about. She herself had very few scars, an inherited trait from daddy, no doubt. And when the dragon’s trousers were removed, she definitely didn’t make an effort to look away. If you could actually fuck someone with your eyes, that is what she was doing. It wouldn’t be her lust that would feed her, though, so that could wait.

But, if he was in the mind to bare it all, she wasn’t about to be made a prude. Kiara shed the last of her garments before making a running dash for the lake. The water gave a hearty splash when the stone faerie dove in. The lake was shockingly cold, but she was feeling a little bit more like her usual, warm self now, so it was more invigorating than bothersome. Her lithe body moved easily through the currents, and she could stay underwater for quite a long time, it was one of the benefits with hanging out with selkies growing up. There were a few creatures living in the lake, Kiki came face to face with an exotically colorful fish and grinned wide with her hands gesturing on the sides of her face. The fish looked over at her and moved in close to take a look but quickly backed off. As it did, its fishy facial features morphed into something quite hideous and dangerous as it let out a high pitch shriek and snapped at her before hastily swimming off. What an adorable little scary fish, Kiki involuntarily giggled and gulped in some water. The coughing fit that ensued brought her to the surface, flailing and sputtering like an idiot.

Sulleykaar was floating atop the water, looking towards the sky as the birds around him chirped and sung to each other. He sighed as his smile left and was replaced with his usual somber look. He watched as Kiara made her way underwater and shortly turned to face the sky again, his eyes closed trying to gain some peace. But that was short lived as he heard her shoot out of the water in a coughing fit while flailing to gain air which he promptly burst out into a hardy laugh, unknowingly sinking into the water which resulted in a healthy dose of Karma. As the water met his mouth, he breathed in, ready for another laughing fit until he inhaled water himself. His eyes went wide as he quickly brought himself back to the surface in his own small fit.

The faerie’s embarrassment was short-lived, as the dragon’s mocking laughter sank him to her level. Kiara tried to laugh but it turned into more coughing as the last bits of lake water were freed from her lungs. Genuinely happy, she smiled at Sulleykaar, who gave her a mock glare. ”What?” she asked teasingly and swam a bit closer, circling around him.

“This brings me back…” He unconsciously said.

”Used to bring girls here often?” she asked before rolling over to float on her back too - a feat only made possible by spreading out her wings for more surface contact. It felt nice to bathe in the warm, morning sunlight. It had been a while since she’d last granted herself such a luxury.

He gave her a raised eyebrow before a light smirk. “One...Way back when the realms were at their peak of prosper and fortune. Peace was across the land and almost everyone had food for their families and roofs over their heads.” He looked fondly down at the water. “I still remember her name too. Cesilie, a wood elf from Ashborn. Beautiful silver hair that color only rivaled the purest of silver. Teal eyes as clear as a cloudless sky. And a laugh that could turn any depressed man into one of joy.”[/color] He thought back with a smile as he moved closer to her.

“Mmm…” Kiara mused with her eyes closed, not noticing that he had moved closer. ”The elves are lovely to look at. Fine wine, as well.”

His soft eyes looked her over. “You remind me of her a bit. Especially that stubborn side of you.” He teased. His smile of joy turned into one of sadness as he thought more about her.

Kiara peeked open an eye and looked over towards him. ”I’m spirited. It’s a good thing.” she smirked playfully and flicked some water at him. The dragon closed an eye as the water hit him and his smirk returned, if only for an instant.

“I haven’t told you much about me have I?” he asked.

”Only when I force you to, and that usually makes you grumpy.” she said, remembering last night

“Very well. I’ll tell you one thing now and I'll tell you more for every task you complete. If you complete them. He smirked before looking at her with dimly glowing eyes. “I am old enough to say that I have seen the fall of Ashborn. He said darkly. Ashborn, the famous and ancient kingdom known to be the first multirace kingdom where there was no king but rather, a council of all races. No one knows why or how the kingdom fell but its infamous demise is known throughout the realms. When a group of travelers came acrossed it, they were shocked by their discovery. Men, women, children of all ages and races, dead but with no signs of war or civil unrest. It is rumored that there were some survivors but no one has stepped forward with such claims.

Kiara’s eyes widened and she sat up, sinking quickly so that she had to tread water. ”Really? That makes you three times as old as my father.” Her eyes swiped up and down what she could see from her place in the water. ”And you look like that”

“And three times the wiser.” He quipped with a smirk until she made the comment about his looks which, with a mysterious grin, he placed a hand on his face and pulled down. Wrinkles formed around his face and as he went down his body, more formed until he looked like an old man. His voice changed to that of a raspy and wise one. “Would you rather this?” He said as his voice sound strained.

Kiara looked away then. It wasn’t that he was offensive, just that it would seem impolite to stare at one’s elder like…. Well, like she had blatantly done earlier. ”No, the other way was plenty good. Thank you.” she said quickly.

With a light chuckle he snapped his fingers and the wrinkles disappeared, along with his elderly voice. “Fortunately I will not look like that for quite some time. Old Scales won't show age for another...I don’t remember….Possibly not until I hit around 40,000...maybe longer, I don't remember.” He wrapped to fingers around his chin in thought.

”Good.” Kiara said with a sly smile and ducked under the water. She emerged a distance away and stepped up and out along the shore. Her cherry red hair had darkened considerably and clung to to her back and shoulders.

“Where do you think your going?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Kiara turned to face him, completely unashamed and twisted some of the moisture out of her hair. ”Over here.” she smirked.

“Come back in and I may treat you to something….speciaalllll. He said with hunger in his eyes.

She looked at him suspiciously, was he just teasing her? She couldn’t taste anything, not yet. Even still, the temptation was enough to warrant a lip-biting grin. What followed that expression of hers was a jolt of lust that ran through the air as a predatory grin etched itself onto his face. What had started as a slow, seductive descent back into the water became an urgent need to get closer. He drew her in like a moth to light. This was so much stronger than the human changelings’ lust, it felt like a full on tidal wave. She swam over to him, her eyes the same pitch black as they were earlier that morning as she stared at him. A deep inhale of the scent made her cells go into a war-like frenzy.

When she came in close, he grabbed her by the sides of her cheeks and brought her in for a kiss. His tongue literally wrapped around her own and his hands ran up and down her body, his fingers slowly moved to her womanhood. But, once he caressed it once he brought his hands up to her waist and pulled out of the kiss. The shadowy tendrils that had formed between the two of them as she siphoned his emotions snapped as soon as he pulled away. The broken connection felt like a harsh slap. Kiki leaned forward to press her lips against his again, but he moved away. His predatory grin turned into a mischievous one as his eyes glowed blue with ethereal smoke. “Gaar Diin Gol! . His warm hands became even colder than Morrígan’s own as he lept out of the water as the immediate area became solid enchanted ice and grew to the ends of the lake.. She was now trapped and he grinned. “Training begins now. Resist the cold. If you cannot do it before sundown then you will lose the reward of learning more about me.” He said as a chuckle turned into a hard laugh with a shit-eating grin.

Naturally, her first reaction was an intense, uncontrollable burst of rage. She struggled in the frozen lake, which only succeeded in sending stabs of icy pain through her body. ”You said no more lies!” she growled. Realistically, he hadn’t lied… he did offer her a treat. That little stunt was bound to stave off the hunger pains for a few more days, but it had also awoken something quite insatiable. She twitched her arm again and received another frosty assault from the magick. What did he say, exactly? Resist the cold?

Kiara had tried everything she could physically and magickally muster up. She couldn’t smash the ice with rock-hard fists. She couldn’t make herself heavy enough to sink further and grant herself enough wiggle room to break free. She couldn’t even force the planet’s plates apart and earthquake the ice into cracking. It was supernaturally solid, and she was completely stuck in it. Hours of struggling had passed, leaving Kiki physically and emotionally exhausted. Her head hung low in disappointment.

It was in a moment of still, quiet, soul-searching that the idea struck her. Maybe the resistance wasn’t meant to be physical, maybe it was something she had to do within herself. Kiara closed her eyes tight and tried to block everything out: the cold, the sun, the wind, even the birds calling in the distance. ”I am the mountain, I am the tree, I have the earth inside of me.” She repeated it until her mouth was dry.

“That won’t woooork!” He sing songed as he sat down on the ice whistling, teasing her, the ice only dropping in temperature even more.

She opened an eye and shot the most evil glare she could muster, which wasn’t much at this point. Where the hell did he come from, anyway? She closed her eyes again and tried to block him out too. She had never been so focused before, this should be working. WHY wasn’t it working? ”Urrggghhhh!” she growled in frustration after another significant amount of time had passed. She was freezing her tits off, and this fucking sucked. Kiara slumped her head down and rested her forehead against the icy surface and whimpered. Maybe he was wrong about her. She wasn’t the prophet girl of stone, she was just stubborn princess who would spend her final days naked and frozen in a lake. And maybe she deserved that, she had taken a lot of life in her short 30 years, perhaps it was time to restore nature’s balance.

He leaned his head to the side and watched her closely. “This isn’t just about you and your ego and what not. This isn’t about how your father sold you off. This is about your commitment to the greater good that is above yourself. I chose you for a reason. I saw potential. I saw a balance in nature that you can restore but you have to look past yourself in order to see it. This time around, the Unseelie code is wrong. Passion is not before duty. Duty is before passion and your duty is to defend a realm from darkness. He had given her the answer. Whether or not she understood would be another story. He sighed as he rubbed his temples. “You have only a few more hours before the ice takes the life from you...I only hope that you see the answer soon or all could be lost.”

She wanted to say that she understands, but she couldn’t, it would be a lie. She kept her head down, resting on the ice. Passion…. Duty…. Why did he bring that up? He reminded her of her father. She thought of Cynbel, of how he functioned. One would say that he lived against the code, as he spent all his time and efforts on the war. But that was his passion and his duty. She opened her eyes, the light was starting to come on. “I have to be like him.” she said. Her father had given her up because that is what his Queen and country needed. ”I d-don’t have anything, though.” she stuttered through chattering teeth.

“You have your father.” He leaned forward slightly with raised eyebrows. “ Do you have any idea of what his reaction was when I told him you were the price. I could hear his heart sink…”

If Kiara could have physically sunk any lower, she would have. ”No….” she responded. She had treated him so harshly when he told her about it, it seemed childish and silly now, in hindsight.

”He bares a lot on his shoulders and the news that I passed onto him doesn’t help his situation.” He sighed. “He has a daughter who thinks low of him as well as the memory that he sold his daughter off like a slab of meat at the market. This same daughter thinks low of him for a decision that weighs heavily on his heart and he probably worries deep down what will happen to her if things go sour.” He looked at her with soft eyes. [color=9e0b0f]“ And then you have me...Who for years have sacrificed many [i]good, innocent/i] people for the sake of those wretched wyrms and for the overall picture. I have killed the only mother figure you had and it hurts me inside because despite who she really was, it was a burden I have to bare now. It’s another regretful decision I now add to a list of atrocities I have done for the greater good. Sometimes you have to make decisions that you don't want to but you have to because it is for the greater good. That’s how I lost my first true love in my lifetime.”[/color] He bit his lower lip, cocked his head to the side and looked at her.

”I’m sorry.” she said quietly. The words felt foreign, she had never been able to speak them before because she had never meant them.

“Sorry for what? You’re Kiara of the Unseelie court. What do you have to be sorry for?” He said with slight sarcasm as he pushed her for the answer. A twitch to the side of his mouth.

”For thinking only of myself.” was the reason she gave aloud. [i]For treating daddy the way I did. For hurting Kyla.[i] For not seeing the reason behind why she was here... even that had been clouded by pride and revenge. ”I wanted to learn to kill you. And then to kill them, but only because of what they did to me…. I’m sorry.”

“Killing me?” He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow before chuckling with a genuine smile. “You would be doing me a favor…. but for family...You only ever get one and that’s the truth. Everything else is just a facade, a lie. Your code and your nature always demand the truth. So tell me the truth. Do you love your father? Are you thankful for him being in your life and are you grateful that he has made so many sacrifices to just even try to make you happy or do you truly wish death upon him.” A smile slowly made itself known as the temperature slowly rose, melting the ice and lowering Sulleykaar back into the water.

”Of course I love him.” she began.

“Don’t tell me...They are but words to me. You tell him, then those words will carry more meaning.” He interrupted. The ice cracking and breaking apart.

She closed her mouth, she didn’t really have more to say, so she just nodded.

“You pass...” Surprisingly the water had kept its warmth as the ice faded back to the naturally clear water it once was and, on the dragon’s face, a satisfied smile as he now was floating once again on his back in the water.

Kiara tried to tread water, but her limbs felt stiff. She pulled them in to try to curl up and warm herself, but that made her sink. She knew it would feel worse outside of the water, she would be exposed to winds then. Instead, she swam close enough to the shore so that she could sit and still have her head above water. Kiki hugged herself and stared at the dragon, but didn't speak, she wasn't really even interested in her ‘reward’, she just wanted to feel warm again.

The dragon turned his head in the water to face her, his smile softened as he swam over to the shoreline of where she was. He looked around the lake and then the water before smiling briefly and dove underneath.

Kiara smiled and tried to see what he was up to. Instinctively, she pressed her legs together and tried to cover herself. “Hh-hehe” she giggled through a shiver, stuttering.

Sulleykaar brought forth his true claws as he dug into the lake bottom, using a simple air bubble spell to keep the water out. Once the hole was small enough, He his chest glowed red as he spewed fire from his mouth and into the small opening. The fire was intense as it was hot. As the fire burned and still with the air pocket keeping the water out, he sealed the fire so that it would make a natural hot spring. It took a little while before the water was a like that of a hot spring. With a satisfied nod he moved close to Kiara, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and looked out at the lake. Kiara’s body took even longer to warm up. When stone gets cold, it tends to stay that way for a while… The same thing goes for it getting hot, though.

“What happened this morning…” He paused as his hand squeezed her shoulder slightly. Reluctantly, she leaned in to his touch. The last time she made the mistake of touching him, he used her nature to trap her. She wouldn't be tricked so easily again… Well, as long as she stayed fed, that is.

“Was a memory of when I lost my first love… Cesilie...She wasn’t just some wood elf from the forest. She was Cesilie, daughter of Ayron Caymere, High council of Ashborn. I was supposed to help take down Ashborn with the Children of Tiamat but instead I refused to since I considered it a second home.” He glanced at her. “Ugin, the Son of Tiamat, considered my actions a betrayal and sent his soulless breath across the kingdom...But not before executing her before my eyes.. He chuckled darkly. “You would think that something like that would cause anyone to turn against them but I had my dragon’s pride and greed...a veil of lies covering my eyes from the truth. I realized my mistake at the time and continued on. After the fall the rest is just dark and unwanted history.”

Kiara remained quiet, circling her finger and casting ripples out through the water’s surface. She didn't want to remind him of the wood elf. She had spent her entire life thus far as a reminder of one’s love lost… “You are too much like him.” she said quietly against the arm she had propped on top of her knees as she sat. There was a certain smile on her lips that revealed that it might not be such a bad thing in her eyes, to be like Cynbel.

”Like who? Your father?” He gave her a lopsided grin as he laid his head back and looked to the sky. ”How so?” He turned his head to face her, a mock glare on his face.

”In many ways.” she answered simply. Not a lie, but also not specific. He simply rolled his eyes and shook his head. ”Would you like to see her again?” she asked, changing the subject after some time had passed. Kiara did not want to do it, but she did just get done learning how she should be selfless for the greater good. If it would make him feel better to see her, to apologize, and to say goodbye… Then she should at least offer the opportunity.

He looked over at her with furrowed brows of confusion before shaking his head. ”You’re still trying to kill me I see.” He said with a slight smirk, shaking his head. [color=9e0b0f]”

”What?” her brow furrowed in confusion. Did she offend him? She hadn’t meant to.

”How could I see her again? She was destroyed body and soul. The chances of that are impossible even for me.”

”Oh!” she said quickly in realization and then chuckled. ”No, silly. I don’t have to kill you. You see with your eyes…” When he still looked lost, she explained further. ”Glamour. If you tell me what she looked like, exactly, I could become that. You could say goodbye…. Or whatever you wanted to. If you wanted to.” She was rambling now, mumbling even, nervous at having made the offer.

”There’s no way.” He mumbled in slight disbelief as he stood up slowly and moved in front of her. His eyes said “show me” but deep down he didn’t know if he wanted to see it. Kiara took his hand and placed it on her cheek. She didn’t know if he had practiced art in his 3000+ years, but she was an artist so this made sense to her.Kiki went off of the things he had already said and her eyes shifted first to a brilliant teal color. Then her hair started to turn lustrous and silver at the roots, fading out the bright read all the way to the tips. If he wanted to change the shape of her nose, cheeks, or eyes, he would have to mould her like clay. There were no limits to a faerie’s glamour, they could look however the wanted…. It was the only lie they could tell. ”Glamour is free”, it was a waste to not use it, according the the code.

His eyes widened as she took form of the ghost of his past and his heart raced. The hair, the eyes, the ears, they were right. He whispered the other parts about her to Kiara until it was perfect and he stepped back, tripping over the dragon made underground hill. His mouth slightly agape. For a moment he remained silent until he whispered her name. ”C-C-Cesilie.”. His heart skipped a beat. He slowly moved in closer to her, his hand extended out cautiously as it touched her fair skin. She was here, in front of him. Then it hit him and his heart sank. Ugin’s disciplinary action for betrayal, her screaming pleas, his roars of fear as Ugin swallowed her whole and her screams of pain disappearing with each bite and then finally, his pain of casting her death to the side like garbage. He slowly started to tremble as his lip began to quiver and his eyes became moist as he could start to feel tears making its way to the surface. He voice even trembled. ”C-C-C-C-Ces-Cesil….I…...I... And then, with what seemed like no reason. The feel of sadness ceased and instead turned to pure rage as he let a draconic roar and leapt away from her, morphing into his dragon form and flew off back to cave.

He just left her there. She willingly let the glamour fade, she hadn’t wanted to wear the dead girl’s face anyway. Kiara had just wanted to help, but maybe she wasn’t made for this whole ‘being selfless’ thing. She got up out of the lake and wicked the water out of her once-again-red hair before getting dressed. Kiki frowned at the sky…. She should have paid more attention to the directions Sulley had flown this morning, she had no idea how to get back, or if she could get back on her own…. Or if he even wanted her to come back. With a sigh, she just started walking in the first uphill direction that she saw.



He barely made it back as he crash landed onto the cliff, through dragonic roars mixed in with his humanoid voice he cried out in painful sadness, tears flowed like the river beneath him and he clutched his heart, as he banged his head on the flat rock, where he laid. He leaned back and screamed, his pain echoing through the land. She stood before him, even as an imitation and he couldn’t pull himself to say the words he wanted to so badly that day. Instead, between sobs, he only but whispered her name and in between er name just the phrase. ”I’m sorry...I’m sorry.

It took a little while before he could gain his composure again. Once the dragon was himself, though still with trembling breath now and then. He turned towards the cliffside and sighed as he leapt, and made his way back to her, following her ever so specific scent. When he did catch sight of her he flew down and landed before her. He remained silent with eyes that seemed to not look directly at her. He was wrong. He was wrong for what he did after just telling her that being selfless was a good thing. Another mistake to add to the list.

Kiara looked up slowly at him, expecting to be roared at again… or scolded. ”I won’t do it again. I didn’t even want to. I’m not her, I’m Kiara.” the words came out too quickly, like a faucet of truth that got stuck in the on position.

He shook his head silently at her remark. ”Thank you...For doing that..." He whispered as he lowered his head down to Kiara. ” We will rest for awhile and then continue tomorrow morning."

”So… we have time for something fun then?” her ears had perked up, decidedly more chipper than a few moments before. Once again he nodded.

”Depends on what you are considering fun right now…” he softly smiled.

She had picked some fruits and wild grown mushrooms along her walk. One mushroom in particular was a bright purple with green spots and reminded her of something similar back home. She had refused the offer for the ride so he opted to go back to his human-like form and walk beside her. She had picked up many fruits and mushrooms, that were common in Eagle’s Peak like Eagle’s Eye, Teardrop Lemons, Dragon’s Heart and some other delicacies that mostly royalty were only able to get their hands on and other fruit that the realms knew of like strawberries, cherries, oranges and the sort. It wasn’t until he noticed that she also had picked up a special mushroom did his curiosity peak.

”Angel’s Beauty...An extremely rare mushroom found only here and its value is very high, considering the different uses it's for." He eyed the mushroom in her hands.

Kiara raised her brow curiously. She broke the cap in half and popped one bit in her mouth. Kiki held out the other half to Sulley, smirking as she chewed. It tasted kind of spicy. ”And what uses might those be?” she asked before swallowing.

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a few twitches of the mouth.”To a dragon...none except nourishment, for you and many other races on the other hand-" He trailed off as a mischievous giggle started to bubble in his throat.

”What?” she asked, feeling a permanent smile forming on her lips. ”Is it going to get me high?” That’s what the mushroom back home did, though that one didn’t have as much bite to it.

He swayed his head back and forth. ”Possibly. Mostly you will gain heightened senses, mostly feeling followed possible hallucinations, and other things.”

”Hehehe, sounds like a fantastic night to me. Are you sure you can’t come with?” she pouted a little and once again offered him the other half.

He took the other half and ate it nonchalantly. Forgot to mention-” He said as he chewed it. Kiara half expected him to say it might kill her, wouldn’t that be something? ”It’ch asho a powerful aphrodishiac. That’ mainly the use for it.” He finished and swallowed it.

”Hmhm, as if I need any more reason to want to sleep with you.” Kiara said, her tongue loosened enough to say something a little bit more bold than she usually would.

”I-I’m sorry? Care to repeat that?” He said in slight disbelief. Kiki peered over at him in her periphery line of sight and offered a crooked grin. He stared at her for a moment before realizing what she meant. He sighed as he looked down at himself. ’Dammit…’ He forgot clothing after he left the den. Instead of turning back for his clothes left at the lake he just shrugged and continued walking.

”I’m not complaining. I mean… I was supposed to get rewarded, after all. Oof-” Kiara stumbled uncharacteristically over a root as they walked and that’s when the world started moving.

He instinctively reached down to catch her, his forearm catching her just underneath her breasts and his other hand rested gently on her back. It felt like diving in the lake had earlier, the atmosphere had begun to move in waves, but something held her back. Colors danced into her vision, brilliant shades she had never seen before. There was a sensation on the skin below her breast and her back, like warm pulsations…. Or pin pricks? It was a strange yet enticing feeling. She looked down but it felt like she was moving in slow motion.

” Kiara? Are you ok?” He simply asked without raising concern or any other emotion. It was to keep what he was starting to believe was the mushroom taking effect. He kneeled her down with himself as he looked into her eyes. ”Dilatation and slight glassiness. Kiaraaaaa...”

His voice sounded smooth and thick, like the sweetest honey as he said her name. ”Hmmmm?” she asked, though it sounded more like some enjoying a fine wine rather than asking a question. Her irises visibly shifted colors like mini auroras as her moods carouseled without settling on a single emotion. When she reached out to touch him, it once again felt like swimming in pudding, but to the naked eye she moved at a regular, albeit wobbly, speed. Kiara traced the line of the scar that ran down his torso. That electric feeling overwhelmed her again, but this time she could see the sparks as their flesh met. Her mouth went wide with awe as she pressed her hand flat against him and giggled at the feelings that shot up through her arm.

Her soft hands ran down his chest and it tickled him slightly. He sighed but an idea struck. A sick, sadistic, yet mischievous grin appeared on his face as he moved his head closer towards her neck and opened his mouth. A tongue, longer than any normal tongue touched her neck as he glided it up underneath her jawline before his lips pressed against the jawline and he let out a draconic growl, with a rumble that would resonate over her body.

A sound that could only be described as a hiss with the undertones of a whimper escaped the faeries lips. Her eyes settled on a single shade then - red, red as a solar flare. There was still the voice of sober Kiara chirping in her ears to be careful. ”No tricks.” she warned, not wanting a repeat of earlier.

“A reward is a reward Kiaraaaa~” He let the trail end of her name rumble against her body. She smiled and leaned into the sound. It seemed like she could actually see the sound waves traveling along her skin. She shivered.

”And have you done to receive such a reward?” Kiara purred, apparently even draconic mushrooms weren’t enough to stomp out her pride.

“I promised you something special back in the lake and I meant it. This isn’t about me Kiara. It’s a promise I made to you.”

”Oh? Not about you at all” she ran both her hands up his chest, feeling the cords of muscle beneath his skin. One hand settled against his neck and other pushed a lock of hair out of his face. The feeling of such a great amount of skin-to-skin contact in a short period of time sent stomach somersaulting. ”I seem to remember getting a bit of a snack from some not-so-mentor-like feelings earlier.”

He quirked an eyebrow and grinned. He wasn’t about to tell her that his release of his emotion was nothing more than a voluntary thing in order to bait her back in for training, no. That wasn’t going to be said. “A mentor cannot have feelings for a certain red-headed angel of a student? I feel hurt.” He said mockingly as he left the hold she had on his head and moved in towards her neck as he moved in close enough to force her passively to her back as his tongue made a second pass over her neck and now up towards her ear. His right clawed hand gently grazing the inside of her thigh before the back of his claws caressed her sides.

”Angel? Hmhmhm…. Wrong side of the realms, darling.” her grin was purely sinful. The next thing she knew the currents had pushed her onto her back and the world was spinning around her again.

“Then prove it…” At this point his face was over hers, hungry eyes looked into her own as he leaned into her. Kiara growled low in her throat and mimicked him by licking his sharp jawline. It was a strange, yet distinctly Unseelie, gesture. She had smirked at his challenge and twisted so that their bodies were reversed. His back was against the earth now and her grip pinned his wrists down by either side of his head, using her unnatural weight as leverage. Kiara leaned down and kissed the point where his jaw met his neck, just below the ear. She trailed kisses down his neck and chest before releasing his hands so that she could go lower.



As soon as the act was complete, the feelings disappeared in that instant, and Sulley laid there quietly, relishing in the bliss that was their union. He laid there for a moment with a light smile on his face. Ah the feeling... feeling... Sulleykaar mentally cursed himself for letting go and losing control like he did. "Dammit…". He clenched his teeth behind a closed smile.

”What?” Kiara asked, rolling to prop herself up on her elbows and kick her feet up above her buttocks as she lied on her stomach. It was feigned innocence, as she wore a shit-eating grin that gave his own a run for it’s money.

His eye twitched unintentionally as the smile fought to be a sneer. “Oh nothing.” He sing-songed. “You will find out tomorrow!”

Kiara smiled wide thinking that he meant something completely different from training. Her mind was already on her next ‘reward’.

The two had been training for a good half of the morning, non-stop at half their full potential and had decided to rest for a bit, watching as their two forces joined in joint training. “So… heh… It would seem… heh… you haven’t forgotten your Unseelie training.” He said as he slumped to the ground from fatigue. Kyla spoke between breaths. [color=teal]”And… your… not bad… for a [i[human[/i], Commander.”[/color] she smiled at him, gaining a grin from Felix. She leaned into him and laid a hand on his and looked into his eyes. ”It was very bold of you to talk to Cynbel that way..” He grimaced. ”A bold move that had to be done. He was too confident in his motives. He had to take in consideration that he isn’t just commanding Unseelie, he is commanding my troops as I am with his as well. Risks must be taken in order to get what you want. I am confident in my decisions and yet, at the same time, I’m not.. Kyla furrowed her brow and leaned in towards him. Cynbel seems to think so considering that he took your advice.” Felix sighed in frustration. ”Yes but it’s like pulling teeth or...I don’t know...teaching an old, stubborn dog a new trick.” Kyla laughed as she patted his shoulder. ”But that old dog you’re talking about seemed to learn quickly.” He looked down and smirked. ”I can see why many of the fey honor him-” Kyla frowned. ”Honor is-” Felix stopped her with the wave of a hand. ”I know, I know. Honor is a lie. You stopped believing in that code a long time ago after you joined the Order.” She looked down and glanced over to him. ”But I haven’t forgoítten my old code.” Felix moved closer to her and gave her comfort. ”I don’t want you to forget about your code. It’s a part of you and always will be.” He smiled at her and brought his attention back to the training grounds.

An hour had passed and a certain silver-haired general made his appearance on the grounds, showing a rookie certain moves to better him. Felix bit his inner cheek and watched. The general certainly had his way to get through to the soldiers, even his own. His perceptive skills could match even Sulley’s and that is another reason why he respected him. Cynbel watched the rangers test the strength of their bowstrings, firing relentlessly at the centers of targets. He nodded and kept on walking. A number of swordsmen were dueling in the center of the grounds. This was the area were Cynbel started himself, before he was Commander. A young, royal boy who was too green to know what was good for him. He’d gotten his ass handed to him time and again, until Morrígan’s blood had manifested in him. Cynbel studied their footwork with keen eyes, each swing of their blades and twist of their torsos. He stepped in to a duel and interjected, offering advice to both parties separately on how to improve their stance.

Eventually, Cynbel made his way over to Kyla and Felix. There closeness did not go unnoticed. Very interesting… The General bowed politely, his moonlight-colored hair stirring in the breeze. ”Our people are glad to see you home, Kyla.” he remarked. Her smile faded as she looked away in shame. He said our, not my, because he still believed her to be one of their own…. Unlike some of the more malicious sects of Unseelie. For every faerie who was glad to see the former-General’s return, there were two who breathed words like “traitor” and “turncloak” into the whispers of the Court. ”I am interested to hear your thoughts on the upcoming battles. You were an idol of mine, the way you lead our army when I was just a whelp fighting with sticks and stones, and now look at us.” his voice was wistful and nostalgic, he even laughed a little.

Her voice betrayed her thoughts when she spoke about her return. ”I feel very happy that I was welcomed back with such regard. I wish I was never taken from here but I was also glad I had gotten to see what I could outside the walls. Even if it was in cages. But I do remember you Cynbel, you were young and yet as fearless as an orc and as fierce as a dragon...Even in training and I see that you never gave up. She smiled at the memories. The former general looked up to the new one, a smile on her face as she let a faint chuckle escape. ”As for the battle to come however-” Now was her chance to speak about her take on the plan. ”I could see your stand on the matter. We have the advantage since our forces have major offensive capabilities, but now that we have the Order on our side. We have gained a major defensive and tactical advantage. The Seelie do not know of the Order’s being here I believe and they are known for fighting smart for a lack of a better word.” She gave the general her observation and looked over to Felix who nodded.

“They are indeed… slaves to their logic and obsession with order, much as we our to our passions and love of chaos.” he nodded thoughtfully. They were both strengths and weaknesses to either side, forever balancing each other out in this endless war. Truth be told, this war would only be won by either side through the addition of outside forces. This was a time of change, and Cynbel wasn’t sure just how good this change would be. He feared the falling of his own Court… the losses would be greater than any known throughout their divided history.

”Passion before duty…” She recited aloud. Cynbel nodded and said the words in an echo. Kiara had accused him of not following that part of the code many a time. He had hurt her in his absence, that much he knew. He sighed, wondering what she was up to then… if she was happy, if she still hated him.

”We will fight the best we can, see how Felix’s idea here works out.” Cynbel looked to the human Commander, a soft smile on his lips.

An idea had popped into the young human commander’s head. ”Commander... I was just thinking...How would you like to boost the morale of the troops by having us, the Commander of the Order and the General of the Unseelie, in a spar. They would enjoy a good fight, plus we can see each other’s capabilities.” Kyla chuckled.

”Do you really think you can take an Unseelie general?” She stifled a laugh at which Felix playfully glared. ” I took you on didn’t I? In more ways than one if my-ow! She punched him in the arm playfully as he laughed. Cynbel raised a brow and chuckled, love birds, as he thought.

”Now there’s an idea… what style of fight? Your choice, my friend.” he smirked, confident that he could best the man in most matters. It wasn’t often that people challenged him, this was exciting. [/color=gold]Hmmm..”[/color] He thought as he brought his hand up to his chin and scratched his stubble. He smirked as he glanced at him. First blood is a bit much. I say until the other yields or a knockout ends it, hm?” He offered.

”Hahaha, if we did first blood, you’d never win. A yield, it is.” Felix glared at him but sighed. He was right as far as a first blood match was concerned. He wasn’t called the Iron Fey without reason. Cynbel put his hand to his hip and tapped the iron blade. ”A swordfight, then? Or hand to hand?” he grinned mischievously ”Would using magick be too much of an advantage?” Felix raised a brow and shookhis head as he patted his smokey blade. [color=gold]”That won’t be a problem Cynbel. I have ways and Sulley taught me a few things as well though I’m leagues from being at his level and I feel that is how it will always be.

Cynbel and Felix walked the distance to a clearing big enough to have a proper sparring match. The fight would of course draw more than a few onlookers, it already had and they hadn’t even started swinging yet. Cynbel tied his liquid silver hair back, fastening it with a leather cord that had bones and black feathers tied at the ends. His clothing was light and easy to move around in, as he didn’t really need armor. He wore it sometimes, but it was more for show than necessity. The faerie general poised his hand over the sheathed blade and locked eyes with Felix, waiting for Kyla to give signal to start.

When she did, the sound of metal sliding against metal rang out. Cynbel stepped forward at the same time as Felix. The human brought up his wrist to block as a tower shield protruded from the wrist guard. It rang out loudly as they pushed off of one another and repositioned. Cynbel took on a defensive posture, studying his opponent for tells. The hit was as hard as expected for someone who had been fighting for a long time. He looked Cynbel up and down before he decided to draw out his blade, a plume of eerie black fumes escaped its sheath as he placed his left arm forward and his right that held the sword slightly behind him. Felix was like a coiled snake ready to strike as he slowly strafed around Cynbel.

Cynbel moved faster than one might expect for such a tall faerie. He deftly used his wings to burst dodge away from attacks. When he had been defensive long enough to spot patterns in Felix’s fighting style, he picked up on the offense. The general lunged forward as if he was going to strike on the right, but instead he feigned to the left and grazed the human’s armor with his blade.

Felix’ eyes followed to the best he could to keep up with the general, He stepped forward to strike at the general but as he feigned to the left he spun counterclockwise, his shield coming forth and slammed into the general's side enough to move him away as he forward with a strike down to Cynbel’s back. As the blade made its descent, the fumes whipped around violently and solidified with jagged and twisted edges. The shield vibrated with the force of slamming into what felt like a steel beam. Cynbel seemed unphased by the strike, but moved to dodge the sword blow. He was quick, but not quick enough to dodge it completely. Whatever magick the sword was endued with singed off Cynbel’s shirt sleeve. Two could play that game. The faerie mumbled under his breath and the iron blade in his hand starting to zap and crackle. Felix smirked as he charged forward swung, the smoke shifted and strengthened again, adding length and weight to the end of it but surprisingly it felt very lightweight to the human as he wielded it with a flawless grace. The blade came down upon Cynbel's own with a loud clang as the current ran through his own blade, across his body and into the shield. The human commander’s face scrunched up in pain from the current but he held his ground. Cynbel chuckled ”You are tough, I like you.” he remarked, not even slightly out of breath yet. Felix grinned through gritted teeth.

This back and forth went on for quite some time. Felix discovered that the blade would not cut Cynbel, but the magick did do some damage to his aura. The human tired at a faster rate than the faerie, not his fault, just a biological thing. Regardless, Cynbel took advantage of this and pressed Felix further, his strikes becoming more relentless.

The shield had become the center of attention in their fight, blow after blow it took hits and Felix was already tired but forced himself not to show it. Cynbel would strike a few times before Feix would drop his guard to go in for a slash or jab before returning to his defensive stance. Over the course of the fight, his shield and armor started to glow dimly but it wasn’t until Cynbel had gone all out did Felix seem to glow bright with white and red. Then came in the final swing, and Felix was sent to the ground hard. It was over from the looks of it and all those who gathered to cheer on their respectable generals roared in applause when it was over….or so they thought.

Felix’s eyes fluttered open as he looked around and coughed hard after the wind was knocked out of him. His vision spun slightly as he stumbled up and gripped the blade he dropped. The crowd gone silent in response. ”We’re not done yet Cynbel, knockout or yield remember?” He said defiantly.

Cynbel raised a curious brow, obviously impressed with the human’s strength of heart and body. ”As you wish~” he said somewhat mockingly. The iron sword built up another strong charge at Cynbel’s behest. Felix prepared, to the best he could for the inevitable attack as he took on a stance somewhere between fatigued and ready. Cynbel smiled wide, not because he was gloating, thought it might seem that way, but because he was so much of himself in Felix’ eyes. He found himself feeling proud, though he had no right to feel that way, Felix wasn’t his trainee. Still, he would give the man and honest fight, in victory or defeat, that is what men deserved. Cynbel’s blade came down hard and heavy, connecting directly with Felix’s ribs and sending electricity through his body and down into the earth where it dissipated.

He gritted his teeth as his eyes went wide and white before seizing where he was, falling over with a thud. Kyla gasped in slight fear as silence followed. It was silent for a long moment, which felt like an hour though only a few minutes had passed. Just as Cynbel would turn away from Felix a sudden rush of raw power and fury in the form of a burst of fire bellowed from the armor that Felix wore. Then there was a movement of a hand, then a foot, legs, arms. Felix slowly rose, but it was different. An aura was built around him and his eyes glowed red and an almost ectoplasmic trail of white smoke fled from the sides of his eyes as he picked up the blade he dropped, its own smoke violently extending to a mass blade that was taller than Cynbel. The human commander’s eyes stared at him, or at least through him. Upon the amor burst forward two large wings of ethereal flame. He let gravity take hold of the blade as the edge fell to the ground with a heavy thunk, unearthing a small crater. A moment past and he turned the edge inward. ”Wuld nah Kest!”

It was almost instant as Felix was upon Cynbel with the blade moving with incredible speed and ferocity as it connect with Cynbel's own, sending him flying backward. It threw Cynbel off guard and he landed hard. The faerie general frowned at what was before him. ”I assume this is something Sulleykaar taught you?” He asked as he righted himself back to his stance, only for Felix to appear again in front of him, this time with a heavy thwack against his jaw, now sending him flying to the ground and tumbled a few times before Felix blasted forward with a second “wuld nah kest”, whatever the hell that meant. The silver haired faerie matched the strength of Felix’s second swing with his own as he parried a barrage of blows from what he assumed was now an enraged Felix. But the commander just held a giant grin on his face. Finally, someone who offered a good and true fight, though not one that would leave bloodshed, it was one he hadn’t had in quite some time.

If this was a spell, Cynbel thought it must have some duration, nothing lasts forever. He kept up his defenses, taking offensive strikes when the rare opportunities to do so arose. Now it was Cynbel who was breathing heavy… Never in a thousand years had the faerie thought that a human would be able to bring him to this point. Then again, was he truly human at this point? He managed to swing around to Cynbel's flank and tripped him up with the back of the blade. Felix raised it high above his head, ready to give the final blow. The blade came down and Cynbel frowned. He expected a blade to the side of his body or to split him in half, however, the sound of a thud was heard as Felix’s body simply fell on Cynbel's and slid off to the side of him. He was out cold and the crowd roared for Cynbel from both sides, as well as the grumbling of bets being paid.





After a good long while of lounging and sobering up from the mushroom’s effects, Kiara glanced over at Sulleykaar. He was quiet enough that she thought he might actually be sleeping. ”Sulley?” she asked quietly, it was the first time she used the pet name. She liked the feel of it on her tongue.

The dragon raised a brow and rumbled a low ”Hmm?” in response. Kiki sat up and brushed from of the dirt and leaves for her skin. She looked back over at him, admiring his form once again. With some focus, she managed to keep her eyes on his.

”Are you hungry?” she didn’t really know what dragon’s ate… did they hunt? She couldn’t remember seeing him eat once since they left, except for that bit of mushroom. ”You fed me plenty…” she smirked, ”But what about yourself?”

”There is a town not too far out. Dovahmere, we could pick up supplies there.. But--” his eyes explored the winged girl’s body. ”You can’t go looking like that.” He frowned as he eyed her up and down.

Kiara laughed. ”Well, of course, I’ll get dressed! What’s the matter, already feeling jealous? Maybe some other dragon will steal me away...” her giggles faded away and she stood up to find the scattered garments she had worn earlier.

”Pfft, hardly concerned about that happening.” He scoffed. She shot him a ‘hey!’ look, as if he should be worrying about it. Look at her, who wouldn’t want to steal her away? Plus, now that she’d had a taste, maybe she’d like to expand her palette of draconic lovers and go willingly.

“Your wings, your ears… everything…” Kiara frowned at his words. Was he ashamed of her? Maybe he would prefer that she was a dragon… he was trying to get her to change inside, why not outside as well? ”They don’t like the fey there. More specifically those from the two courts.” he explained.

”Oh…” she said quietly. That was better, kind of… Her mood shifted quickly, as it always did. She was grinning once again. ”I get to play dress up then…. hmmm.” she thought of all the different options she had. Her magick was back in full force after having such a hearty meal, the glamour would offer her endless possibilities. Glamour is free. The artist’s brain was swirling in overload, she couldn’t decide. Her skin tone, hair color, and body shape were all shifting with each new idea, she looked like a personified video game character creation demo.

”What would be the best disguise?” she asked in a voice deeper than her natural one, currently the image of a golden blonde elf, tall and muscular, somewhere in between male and female… one couldn’t really tell with most elves when they were fully-clothed. Her outfits also magickally changed with her glamour, so she was no longer wearing the leather skirt, tank top combo, but instead a robe that was belted at the center atop of fur-lined pants. Sulleykaar stood there and looked at her, thinking of what would be best. After some thought he smiled.

”Add some mass and scales to your eyes, cheeks, hands and feet… Make your body a bit curvy and lapis lazuli. You’ll be going as a Ice Drake/human half breed. Be sure to add a tail.” Kiara did as he suggested. It was a strange form, she had redistributed her weight so that she was taller and curvy. Her hands had icy scales that reached up to her elbows and a larger tail with sharp ice-like shards at the tip. She looked more like a girl that should be standing beside Sullkeykaar… less fragile, more intimidating. He glanced over at her and eyed her up. A long moment went by before he nodded. She was slightly shorter than him now instead of a foot shorter. He raised a slight eyebrow in amusement. He liked what he saw and smirked.

”Hmmm…” she spun around for him, turning awkwardly with the added weight of a tail. This would take some getting used to. ”How far away is it?” she asked, ”Are we walking?” she asked, but her eager smile betrayed what she really wanted to ask… are we flying?

”If the wings you put on allow you to fly, that is what we will do, but you best take the form of a dragon. Even half breeds have a dragon form.” He smirked then turned towards the direction they had to go before turning back to her.

”I can fly with my real wings… well... I can hover!” Kiara said, somewhat embarrassed and in response was a light chuckle from him. She hated that she couldn’t find the grace to take to the skies like so many others of her kind. It wasn’t her fault stupid rocks weighed so much. Kiki crossed her arms over her much heftier chest and stomped after Sulleykaar. If she couldn’t fly normally, she certainly wouldn’t be able to now. This was just illusionary magic, it didn’t change her mass. Well, she’d never really tried to take on a large draconic form yet with her current mass, maybe it would work, but she wasn’t about to face his mocking laughter if she tried and failed. He glanced over at her and mumbled something under his breath. Kiara was ascending from the ground, her wings glowed dimly. Sulleykaar morphed to his form as he lept into the air and flapped his wings, ascending himself into the skies above. ”Take the form of an Ice Drake and start flapping your wings, you’ll be able to fly now, or at least look like you are. We will land just outside the town so you can get back into your humanoid form.”

Kiara kept her arms crossed ”No.” she said, standing still stubbornly in an attempt to hide her fear of being mocked. She wasn’t going to, absolutely not. It took her a while to realize that she was no longer on the ground. ”Woa- woah!” she felt like she was teetering on an edge, like she might fall at any moment. Her face turned a bright, angry red as she flushed. ”You’re --- you’re…. ugh!” She wanted to say that he was the worst, but she wouldn’t mean it. This was actually kind of cool, but the mule of a faerie wouldn’t let that show.

”I’m what?” He grinned and pushed the subject.

”An ASS!” she said confidently, that much was a universal truth.

He simply tisked as his eyes glowed white before her vision went sideways as he dropped his magik off of one of her wings. ”I’m sorry...I’m what? Hhmhmhmhm”

Kiara tipped slightly, descending a few feet. She yelped in fear and then immediately shut her mouth, gaining a small chuckle from the dragon.. She glared up at him and shifted into the dragon form. Fine then, if he wanted to play that way, she would try to do it on her own. He smirked as she remained silent and in return he restored the magick back to her wing. ”You’re welcome by the way. You enjoyed flying since I let you ride me back in the queendom and when we first got here so I figured you would want to try it by yourself. I simply gave you a bit of magic to allow that to happen. He simply stated.

”Shut up.” she said and grunted, shimmering frost exhaled from her nostrils and she tried to flap the cumbersome wings. It was exhausting, but she would prove that she didn’t need him, or his sass. Sass was her thing. ”Ass.” she said, grinning within before flying forward.

”Well, at least with your attitude you’ll fit in here.” He deadpanned as he turned back towards Dovamere and flew towards the town. Kiara followed close behind and to the right of him. Just like birds that fly in a ‘v’ formation, she could ride of of the tailwind his wings produced, making it easier for her to fly without having to flap so much. For a moment, she did lose herself… the view was even more astounding when she wasn’t peering over his back. She could see everything above and below her, with her own eyes. When they got back, she would cover the walls in her paintings, forever capturing this place and time.

Sulleykaar looked back at her once in awhile to check on her. She seemed to be doing fine, minus the one fall, which he smiled at. It was like the old times with his family, before they turned to the Children of Tiamat. It took some time before he saw the town and gestured for the two to land. He circled down to trail as he turned back to humanoid form before falling to his feet and awaited her. The landing was far less graceful than the cruising flight. Something about the change in elevation, figuring out how to slow down using the jointed wings, and also trying to shift her form caused her tumble down into a heap of Ice Drake/Human hybrid on the ground.

”Oof!” she remarked and then scrambled to get up on her feet, to proud to stay down for long. She was glad that he chosen to have them land farther out from the town, it limited her embarassment to just him, though she was sure that he would make up for it in obnoxiousness. He simply chuckled at her attempt at a graceful landing and leaned his head to the side. ”Not as graceful as I would like to see but I congratulate you for your efforts. But now that we’re here...Your scent will have to be like a dragon’s,” Kiara rose an eyebrow and smirked.

”I believe you took care of that earlier.” his scent was all over her still, at least to her keen nose.

He rolled his eyes mumbling something about her being born a dragon instead. ”More specifically, like that of an ice drake. Cold to the touch so…”. She nodded, yeah, she smelled like quite the opposite of frost currently. He moved close to her and touched her skin, from contact a thin transparent yet flexible layer of ice moved around her body until it enveloped every inch. It was colder than regular ice besides the magic involved but from what he knew of Ice drakes, that was how they felt.

Kiara shivered under the spell. Why did everything about this trip have to be so damned cold? She already found herself missing home. For now, she could own this facade. She was naturally curious about this town, and the customs Sulley had grown up with. Maybe there would even be something fun for her to do, or buy! She remembered then that she didn’t have any money, let alone whatever kind of currency this place traded in. Even in a dragon’s skin, she was still a faerie, pretty things would distract and fascinate her, she would want them. But maybe that wasn’t so far off from a dragon’s personality… this could work.

He reached into the sleeve of his cloak and pulled out a sack of coins. Each coin was inscribed in Thu’um. On the front, carved out in ruby, a red dragon and on the back, was the symbol of the Children of Tiamat. ”Take these. You will need them to buy supplies. You may haggle as well but I would discourage it. Haggling around here is a bit….different than say in the fey.

Kiara opened her palms up to receive the coins. She looked down at them, wide-eyed. They were so shiny! She plucked one up and studied the glint of the ruby in the light. ”Wait, what do you mean? You’re going to be with me, right?” She didn’t even know what she was supposed to be buying.

”For the shopping part I will. Meats, vegetables and fruits are important. Ash petals as well. We will also stop by the weapons shop to pick up a few weapons for you as well. Afterwards however, I have somewhere to stop.” Kiara eyed him suspiciously, that was fairly cryptic of him.

”That is where I will leave you to discover the town. Be careful because I will not be there to help you while I handle my business as well.” he informed her.

”Pfft… I don’t need your help. I’ve taken care of myself just fine in the past.” she scoffed proudly and closed a fist around the coins. She was actually nervous about being discovered, if they didn’t like the Courts, what then would they do to a Princess. ”Ready when you are~” she chimed.

He grabbed her shoulders and glared at her with worry. ”Let me make it painfully clear then. Dovahmere is not just a dragon town. It is heavily influenced by the Children of Tiamat and there is a big reward for a member of either court to be handed over or worse.”

”Blahblahblah, I get it! You want me to be careful, I will. Actually tell me something useful, please. Like, what am I supposed to say if people ask me where I’m from? I can’t lie, remember…. Are mute dragons a thing? Is there a riddle or something I could say… could I just tell them to fuck off and not get pummeled for it?”

He shook his head. ”You’re an Ice drake and your Kiara. There’s not much difference in personality so if you act like yourself you should be fine, minus the look of amazement that you give everything that’s new...like the coins for example.. He looked at the entrance of the town. ”As far as phrases and the like most greet with “Drem yol lok”. Many know common language but it's not used often but there is an understanding that half breeds won’t know the language or understand, you’ll be fine in that aspect too. If you tell someone to fuck off I can guarantee that you’ll be fighting and dragons don’t fight fairly, especially here. At least now anyway.”

”Okay.” she said and then nodded ”I’m ready.” she kept nodding. Ready as she’ll ever be, nervous and excited all balled up into one. She walked beside Sulleykaar, concentrating hard on walking straight despite the tail swishing behind her. She had a whole different gait in this form - a hip-shimmying side-to-side swagger compared to her usual tight, hipless prance. Seriously this walk was all ass and she wasn’t even trying to be sexy. Kiara kept her face as cold and expressionless as she could, but everything looked so cool!

The entrance was grand with a large arch that had Dovahmere written in Thu’um. It was etched in with dragons that seemed to climb the archway with fire bellowing out towards the peak. Inside the town bustled with scales of all kinds as well as human/dragon mixes as well. Their scales shined in the sunlight and reflected onto the ground and the structures around them. It was loud with the tongues of dragon and common as well as hearty laughs and yells.

Walk, Kiara, just walk. The first stand Sulleykaar stopped at in the market was a fruit and vegetable merchant.

“Drem yol lok.” The merchant greeted with a short tone to the both of them as he sat up from his chair and walked over to the stand. ”Ven Der Viir.” Sulleykaar replied. “Gol yah?” Sulleykaar nodded as he pointed to a few different fruits. The dragon placed them on the counter and held out his claws as 3 coins were dropped into his hand. It closed its extended hand and brought it back and sat back down. Sulleykaar looked over to Kiara to see how she was holding up. Kiara looked up at him and blinked a few times. This was the quietest and best-behaved he’d probably ever have her. She wasn’t about to risk herself just to irritate him, fun as that was. They walked by a jewelry cart next and her eyes widened. She looked down quickly and then away from the vendors all together.

”What did you see that you liked?” He asked, glancing over at her. She had been well behaved so far, he could treat her to something special.

”The really shiny thing. It looks like a star.” she said a little too quickly. Kiara hadn’t got a good look at it, but the sparkle had caught her eye.

He glanced over to the cart where she saw the star-like jewelry before it was out of sight and turned on his heels and headed for it. ”You’ve been good so far so follow me.” he commanded but not with any negative connotation. More like a father who was rewarding a kids good behavior.

”Yes, daddy.” she said with a smirk.

He smiled at her as they approached the cart. Next to it was a small tent that bared the Chidren’s symbol. There seemed to be no one at the stand currently and Sulleykaar frowned. ”Odd… He thought aloud as he leaned to the side hoping to see the inside of the tent though to no avail. ”Drem yull loook?” He called out. He did it again and looked around before facing Kiara. It was then that a figure appeared from the tent as Sulleykaar’s back was turned.

”I guess it will have to be another ti-”

”Drem yul lok Sulleykaar. Yol draag wyrm of the Children of Tiamat.” Kiara would see his eyes widen in slight fear as they returned to their normal state, now facing the dragon before him. Kiara, however, did not look at him with fear. She smiled and fought the urge to curtsie politely. Faeries curtsied, dragons didn’t. He was cute.

”Paraxthyon...What a pleasure seeing you here. I suppose Ugin let you have a day off?” He said with slight irritation in his voice. Paraxthyon smirked as he let out a throaty chuckle. ” Not exactly. I’m here on business for Ugin. We have heard through our network that the Unseelie plan on taking over one of the Seelie frontline outposts. I think that faerie general and your own plan on taking it for themselves?” He raised a brow to Sulleykaar. Sulleykaar sighed and shrugged. ”I’m currently on vacation from the fiasco so I’m letting Felix and Cynbel handle the fight. I have faith in their decisions.” he quipped gaining a nd in response. This conversation was going on too long, Kiara started to get nervous. ”Please don’t talk to me, please don’t talk to me.” She thought to herself. He knew too much this was bad, that’s why Sulley was scared.

The sapphire dragon’s attention was brought to the ice drake, the scent of nervousness filled his nostrils. An eerie smile with ruby eyes to match settled on her as Sulleykaar subtly tensed.

”Drem yul lok, liz dovah… He said smoothly.

”Drem yul lok” she repeated fluently, as everyone had said the phrase so far since their arrival. She needed to play off the nervousness somehow. He was attractive, that could be it. Be coy… Kiara managed to blush a little, completely uncharacteristic for the faerie within.

” So tell me, liz dovah lo, what brings you to Dovahmere?” He stepped behind the counter and moved closer to Kiara, his eyes piercing through her own.

She couldn’t lie, but she could be vague. ”Food, perhaps a drink.” she answered. She could use a drink right about now, so that wasn’t a lie. She kept her eyes on him, not in a challenge, but with confidence.

”Food...and perhaps a drink…” He repeated as he looked at Sulleykaar, who kept a poker face. Paraxthyon nodded and turned back to the cart, pulling out the specialized star-like jewel. He held his hand out to her before pulling back. ” Before I give this to you I ask you one thing, liz dovah lo. Will you be ready when the Children call upon you and the others to finish this war? I promise that the royal families will make for a great meal. That is, if you do your part of course.” That eerie look never left his face and behind him, Sulley’s eyes darted between the two.

Kiara looked at the jewel when he picked it up. It was beautiful, more than she initially thought, and she wanted it. The blue dragon offered it to her, under conditions. Kiara slowly brought her eyes back up to his. Her heart sank down to her feet, he knew, he knew who she was and she didn’t even do anything wrong. This wasn’t fair, she was quiet and Sulley was happy with her and that necklace was supposed to be hers… but now she was pretty sure that she was going to die…. Or worse.

He watched as she broke character, not physically, but emotionally and mentally and his smile widened slightly before he dropped the jewerly into her hand. ”I trust that the ice drakes will do what they have to-” He leaned forward as his breath broke against her ear. And what came out next was going to be more than she may be able to handle. ” Kiaraaa~ of the Unseelie court.” He leaned back and his his eyes were cold and vicious. Her name sounded bastardized in his voice. When Sulley did that, it made her want to take her clothes off…. When this other dragon did it, she kind of wanted to go jump off the nearest cliff. He turned to Sulleykaar, who was now glaring at him. ”Sulleykaar, it was a pleasure to see you again and I look forward to our victory.” He nodded to Sulleykaar before grinning at Kiara and walked back into the tent. Sulleykaar, visually was boiling and at the same time on alert. Paraxthyon was here, which means the others could be as well but he didn’t want to take the chance. He tapped her arm and looked straight at her.

”Kiara we’re leaving” He ordered with haste. She gripped his wrist tight with one hand, obviously shaken. Kiara dropped the necklace on the table quickly. It was lovely, but she didn’t want it anymore, it’s meaning was soured. Sulley could get her another gift later on, if she wasn’t going to be captured and tortured… or just eaten. And if Sulleykaar wasn’t mad at her, maybe she’d done something wrong, how else did he have know so much so quickly?

Sulleykaar nodded to her as they made their leave. Many of the dragons in the area caught the scent of fear and turned to the distraction though none of them did much but just looked or glared at the two. ”I should have just left you to wander around…He probably would never have guessed you were you but rather another dragon.” He mentally cursed himself as they left.

Once they were sufficiently away from the crowd and Kiara felt like she could afford to speak, she did. ”So… it wasn’t my fault? You’re not mad?”

”Far from it…I’m mad at myself for not seeing this coming. He said quickly. ”He knows that I don’t keep my treasures to far from me so that was the first give away. Second was when he called you Liz dovah lo, Fake Ice dragon…That was my fault for not telling you more about them.” Kiara resisted the urge to say ‘ I told you so’, that would make things worse. Instead, she focused on his other words. She smiled ”Now that I have met other dragons… I am glad that I am your treasure, Sulley.”

”I suppose food can wait for me...I wasn’t that hungry to begin with. He sighed as he looked at her with a light smile. ”You did well though despite what happened. However...You need to work on controlling yourself now that i look back to before we even decided to come here.” He scolded her.

”Oh, come on. That’s not fair, he was really scary.” she whined defensively. ”And you knew! I told you I wouldn’t know what to say, I can’t lie and-”

”And I told you that it was my fault for not telling you more about ice dragons. Hush now. We will call it a day today.” He barked short and sternly. They remained quiet for some time until he brought her back to the den as dusk came.

”Get some sleep. It’s been a long day and we will train some more tomorrow.” He said as he went towards the darkness of the den.

Kiara nodded and settled down into her little nest. She looked at the wall and considered painting like she had planned. But he was right, it was a long day and she was tired. Maybe this night would be more restful. Kiki snuggled into the furs and closed her eyes. The winds picked up again and she sighed deeply. She was so over this fucking cold. That, and everytime she closed her eyes she saw those menacing blue orbs staring at her. The mouth of the cave suddenly seemed less safe. Kiara peered back into the darkness where Sulley went and chewed her lip. She bundled up the furs she was sleeping on and padded softly into the black.

Sulleykaar had morphed into his dragon form this time to sleep. He could only handle that human form for so long before it felt cramped. He moved to a spot to lay and his stomach glowed amber as fire escaped his mouth, burning the area of his newly found ember bed. As he laid over top of the embers, snuffing them out he looked up with glowing eyes to see Kiara shiver slightly and then looked up into the darkness. He sighed as he looked down at the warmed area. ”Kiara.” He spoke calmly as his voiced echoed through the den. The name carried an order to retreat to the darker part of the den with him. He figured with how far out she was and with the day she had she deserved a good night’s rest. Her eyes adjusted easily to the dark, the Unseelie were made for it. She trotted quietly on her bare feet over to the dragon. It was already warmer and less windy here. Kiara laid down the blankets and pushed them into a little nest shape beside the dragon’s chest. She curled up in it, snuggling down and covering the tiny ball she pulled her limbs into with her wings. He laid his head down, his facing her body as he closed his eyes only to barely open one to watch as he brought his tail around her as a wall to block the wind. He once again closed his eyes and started to drift into a sleep.

Sleep came much easier curled up next to the dragon. His size and warmth offered the tiny faerie comfort in more ways than one. Kiara slept deep enough that she was able to dream. She had rolled over and spooned the dragon’s tail unconsciously, as his body was far too large to do so. One particular dream had her heart racing and body temperature rising. With a few velvety moans, she stirred and spread out like a starfish to cool down, the fantasy faded into one dream, and then another…

She was running, fast and hard, panting wildly. The faerie’s heart hammered in her chest. ‘This can’t be happening’ she thought to herself. The tides of battle had shifted in the worst way, they had just lost Morrígan… never in all of her years had she expected to see the Queen fall. And here she was, one step closer to the throne as she ran for her life. Her father was behind her, insisting that she go ahead of him so he could watch her back as they retreated. The woods were thick here, she couldn’t risk turning to check if he was still there, she would more than likely trip. The sound of leathery wing beats behind her drew her attention. If the gods were kind, it would be Sulleykaar…. Where was he, anyway? Kiara risked turning just in time to see a flash of blue where she had hoped to see red. “No!” she cried out and stumbled backward. Cynbel was drawing his sword, but Paraxthyon’s dragon form was already looming over him, mouth poised to strike. His razor sharp fangs glistened with saliva and Kiara scrambled to get up. What was the spell? Damnitdamnitdamnit! The dragon bathed Cynbel in a shower of flames, which didn’t kill him, but left his skin glowing hot orange, like a cattle prod. Kiki panicked, knowing all too well what was coming next if she couldn’t stop him. She said the words Sulley had taught her, but it was too late. Paraxythyon’s mighty jaws clamped down, and he devoured her father right in front of her.

“NOOOOOOOO!!!!” the guttural cry was thick with rage and anguish so deep it threatened to shatter the walls of the den. Kiara had woken both herself and most likely everything else sleeping within a five mile radius. Her body was covered in cold sweat and she panted as if she had actually just stopped running. She shook with relief once she realized it was just a dream… no, it was a nightmare, not a dream.

Sulleykaar was enjoying a nice dream, He was a King surrounded by gold and women, one particular red-head sat on his lap and her was about to kiss her until she yelled in his face. His eyes shot open and he quickly stood up without tossing Kiara around from his movements and shot a fireball out of the entrance to the cave. The dragon roared several times before he turned towards Kiara, eyes glowing. ”Kiara are you ok!? He asked with haste.

Kiara buried her face into her hands and sighed in frustration. This wasn’t like her, she wasn’t weak and fearful. She was a warrior, and this trip was making her soft - too much talk and not enough action. Battle called to her, she needed to fight, to learn how to defend herself and others so that her nightmare never came true. ”I want you to teach me some Old Scale today. A real spell.” there was more than a hint of demand in her tone. She stood up quickly and walked out into the early morning sun. Sulley frowned at the disguised demand, ‘yesterday must have really did a number on her’ he thought. He watched as she made her way to the cliffside and he followed suit, his humanoid form exiting the darkness of the cave. The sun had just peaked over the horizon as the wildlife begun to awaken from the night. He yawned loudly, snorting a plume of smoke from his nostrils as he scratched the back of his head, a small itch of course but nothing compared for what the day might bring. Speaking of which...

”Old Scale? You want to learn Old Scale.” He questioned first and then stated. He looked over at her with squinty eyes as his sight adjusted to the new day. Usually he would wait until he was fully awake before leaving the den but whatever happened to Kiara had caused him to get up while he was still tired.

”Not want to…. Need to.” she said seriously. Didn’t she? Why else did he drag her all the way out here? ”Not getting frozen in a lake or something, either. I want you to teach me how to fight.” There was a certain level of ferocity in her eyes. She wasn’t going to easily be convinced otherwise, the blue dragon was too far deep in her mind. The next time she saw him, she would not be afraid, not if she had anything to say about it!

He yawned once more and shook his head as he turned back towards the den. ”You’re not ready for Old Scale…” He managed to yawn out. How was he so tired yet awake? Must been a human trait he picked up. Kiara ground her teeth together and marched up to him. She peered up through the good foot-and-a-half height difference to look at him.

”Try me.” Kiki taunted. She would get a response out of him if it killed her.

He sized her up until he reached her eyes. There was a fire of sorts but behind it he knew there was some fear; Fear from the previous day. She wouldn’t have brought this up unless Paraxthyon really did scare her, and for good reason. Paraxthyon was Sulleykaar’s twin so to speak, mostly through the attributes they shared: Magically adept, highly intelligent and extremely perceptive. The only difference between the two? Sulleykaar could see the true intentions of Ugin and refused, and Paraxthyon saw the truth and stayed with Ugin.

”No...you’re not ready for Old Scale, as I said…” This time he said it with a hint of a warning.

Her eyes narrowed ”Just like I didn’t need to know about ice dragons yesterday? You aren’t always right, you know.” she purred against his chest before shoving him away. She crouched low. If he wouldn’t teach her, then she would fight him. Either way, he probably use a spell that she could try to mimick.

He straightened up slightly at her jab at his stupidity from yesterday. It was when she shoved him that he started to become agitated. He let the shove roll off him as he leaned with it and took a step back. ”Don’t do that again. I admit that I made a mistake with yesterday’s events, but I had not expected him to be there. I have other things I have to teach you before I can even begin to teach you the basics. Pushing the issue will not make anything easier. Control yourself and have patience.. He warned. He would not say it a second time.

“No!” she growled, “I’m not going to wait around like a tasty dragon treat.” Kiara said fiercely. She didn’t shove him again, instead, she held her hand out in front of herself. Lifting that hand up, she rose a chunk of earth from the ground and hurled at him. She channeled her anger into the elemental magick; Anger at her weakness, at his stubbornness, at the arrogant blue dragon. But she was also scared and, therefore, volatile.

Sulleykaar easily dodged the chunk of rock gracefully as it hit the side of the den, which he turned to look and sighed. ”My den....” He shook his head and looked back at her with annoyance. ” Knock it off Kiara. I won’t tell you again.” Final warning. If she didn’t listen then she would force his hand and it would not end well. But she didn’t stop, she did quite the opposite, actually.

”I don’t want you to tell me,” she hefted up a rock with her magick and sent it his way. “I want you to show me.” she grunted and then sent another chunk of earth towards him. Her eyes were the color of dark garnets, glaring angrily above her bared teeth.

His magick level shot skyward as the rock came barrelling towards him. His hair floating on an invisible cloud as he extended both hands, his magick engulfing it but not slowing its momentum. No, he did the opposite as he spun around, the rock whipping around him with even more force than before. Its centripetal force increased tenfold as he released it back her way, blurring through the air as it careened toward her with what seemed like the speed of a comet. As it left his grip, he he leaned forward and scooped downward, a fireball shot out of his mouth towards her feet, followed by his palm shooting forward with a blast of wind.

Kiara avoided both the rock and the fireball the same way. When she saw that he had turned her force against her, she began to shimmer before fading into nothing before his eyes. Stupidly, she hadn’t accounted for the gust of wind, which wildly scattered the sand she had morphed her body into. By the time she managed to pull all of her molecules back together, she had to claw her way up the edge of the cliff.

He used his Old Scale magick, Wuld nah Kest, to appear at the edge of the cliff. His sense of smell had lead him to where she was as he looked down at her, an impassive expression on his face as his hand began to glow, the wind around them picking up to hurricane force winds as they drew close to the now violent ball of wind and magic in his hands. It would seem that his hand was steady enough, but if one looked closely, they would see that he was fighting for control. ”This is your last chance, Kiara! If you continue to throw your little tantrum about my refusal to teach you yet, I promise you that the blast from this along with the height of this mountainside will be enough to cause some major damage, and I refuse to return to your father with word that I killed his only precious daughter…”

Kiara smiled crookedly in challenge. He wouldn’t risk killing her, she would call his bluff. The winds were already doing a number on her ability to keep a solid grip, though.

”Try me” His eyes narrowed and bore into her own as his voice became cold and vicious, much like the blue dragon from the yesterday. A terrible high pitched shriek came from the now category nine winds. He added the final nail to this attack, a small fireball. This simple, insignificant flame joined the chaotic winds in a violent matrimony as the ball of extreme winds married into the fire, causing a firestorm with heat that started to glass the sand around them. This was one of his more powerful attacks that didn’t involve old scale. Which left the question, what was his most powerful Old Scale creation?

”I have been, darling.” Kiara remarked through gritted teeth. She did her best to fight the winds and clawed her way up over the edge of the cliffside. She stood up despite the force and managed a laugh. Even in her own mind it wasn’t clear why she was fighting so hard, it was just something she needed to do now. She was enjoying this, and wouldn’t stop until he forced her too, which he hadn’t managed to do yet.

His eyes held firm but his voice softened. ”I pray that Cynbel forgives me…” He said somberly as he reeled back and let the magick fly. It’s speed was faster than the rock’s and held such force that it blew away a large chunk of the cliffside into pebble-sized debris as she was sent flying far off of the edge. The heat would scorch her, burning away any clothing that she had with no remorse. Whether her body was burnt badly by amped-up dragon fire would be another story that Sulleykaar would have to investigate, but luckily she would be able to cool down upon impact, in the lake….If she didn’t bounce off of it like a pebble. He sighed as he lept off the remains of the cliff to find her.

The wind hit her with such force that her scream didn’t even make a sound as it passed her lips. The next thing she knew, she was engulfed in flames, more so, her clothing was. The gravity pulled her stoney body heels-over-head as she careened downward. Holy shit, he actually did it. She didn’t even have time to properly fear the landing before she landed with enough force that she cracked the crust of the planet. The impact knocked her out cold and she was stuck, wedged in the fissure her body had made. She was unconscious and limp, but remarkably unburned.

He didn’t really have to search long, since the mushroom cloud of dust and dirt was enough to know what, more appropriately, who, that was. He shook his draconic head as he made his descent towards the lake. ’I guess water wasn’t an option.’ He thought as he touched ground at the beginning of the newly formed crevasse. He walked forward as his human form took shape. He closed his hand into a fist and extended his fingers, sparks began jumping off of his hand. By the time he reached her, the current of the electricity was audible and the sounds of chirping birds escaped the multitude of cracking sparks. He moved in close to her, Kiara’s hair rising on ends as the electricity jumped around. He stood over her and waited for her to regain consciousness. Then he would have some words to discuss with her.

Light flashed into her eyes in short bursts as she fluttered her lids. ”Mmmmph-” she groaned as she tried to move.

”You vo hadrim...You dense...stubbo-”

”You could have killed me!” she declared in shock, trying to sit up.

”DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO GET UP!” His draconic voice roared over the screeching of the electricity that erupted into sounds that would make dogs wish they didn’t have ears. Pure, raw, unadulterated rage filled the air with a wave of killer intent.

Kiara’s ears lowered, tucking in close to her head. She wasn’t afraid of the electricity, that wouldn’t do too much to her, but she was afraid of him. He really could have killed her, and he didn’t even care.

”VO HAHDRIM! Have you NO self control!? Do you truly insist on showing nothing more than a temper tantrum because you won’t get your way?” He scolded her. His voice was a mix of a Master’s disappointment and a father’s worry. She mumbled petulantly about it ’not being a tantrum’.

The crackling ceased as his eyes twitched. He decided it was time to sink to her level for a change. His voice changed as he ran his hand over his body. His body thinned drastically and shortened as his figure became more boney. His voice gained a feminine pitch and tone and he looked at her with a scrunched up face. ”Ohhhh~ I’m Kiara of the Unseelie court~ I have no control over any aspect of my life so I have to be a royal self-absorbed bitch~ I can’t even control my own temper, hence why I landed OVER A MILE AWAY FRO-!!” Sulleykaar’s voice came back at the last part only shortly before he let out an “oof” from being sacked by the faerie.

Her face had flushed the same color as her hair and eyes before she blatantly disobeyed his demand to stay down. She clawed the earth apart until her body was free and lunged at him. The force of her collision would be enough to cut off his words. ”I don’t sound anything like that.” she huffed, out of breath, before standing up. ”And I’m much better looking.” her temper was cooling as quickly as it had came.

”I don’t sound like the truth~ I sound like a little spoiled bwat hiding from the twuth only to get weally angwy when I’m told I’m wong.” His voice mimicked her’s to a “T” as it returned. Kiara crossed her arms over her now bare chest. Her fingers tapped along the side of her arm, irritated.

”I really doubt that you even care about what I’m willing to teach you...You really are a self-centered brat and always will be.” He said condescendingly.

”I do care! Why do you think I did this? I don’t want to---” she huffed again, getting worked up and frustrated. There was even the ghost of tears in her eyes. ”I just--- I don’t want to be seen as weak. He threatened my family yesterday.”

He leaned to the side and forward slightly. ”Oh really. Then what was that display at the cliff? Your idea of showing that you're not weak!? THAT DID NOTHING MORE THAN PROVE YOU ARE WEAK! BUT YOU DON’T SEE WHERE YOU’RE WEAK! He barked at her. There was no venom in the words but just frustration as a teacher and mentor….and because she was someone that he cared about.

She winced at his words. His cruelty shouldn’t surprise her, though, he did just launch her off of a cliff. Kiara spun on her heels and started to walk away.

”Where do you think you’re going, Kiara?! You’re not done listening to what I have to say!” He yelled at her. His eyes went wide for a second before he sighed. This was going to suck….But it was a gamble.

”Fine, walk away...Be the faerie general’s failure of a daughter! You weren’t worth the time or effort, otherwise you would stay and listen!”

She stopped dead in her tracks. She flexed her hand open and closed at her side. The ground had begun to tremble, tiny pebbles skittered about around her feet. Kiara exhaled deeply like Professor Bertram told had once told her to do when she could feel her control slipping.

”Kiara of the Unseelie court, supposed to surpass her father and one day take reign as Queen, but can't even reign in her own emotions. You’re nothing more than sad imitation of your father. He said condescendingly.

”Please stop.” she said through tense lips.

”NO! I won’t stop! There were three things that were holding you back from learning, the first one was at the lake and that helped you understand sacrifice and a bit of humility. There are still two other things holding you back, and you're showing one of them right now. Old Scale magic involves a lot of control, and if you can’t control your temper, why would you think I would trust you enough to control Old Scale magic?” He awaited her response quietly.

Kiara didn’t say anything, she just stewed silently. The rumbling deep underground had quelled but her mind kept replaying his words. Did he believe that? That she was nothing more than a sad imitation of her father. But he must, she had made him promise to not to tell lies. Then again, dragon’s didn’t have to obey their promises...

He shook his head and ran his dainty little fingers through his hair as he walked towards her, his normal, male, humanoid form taking the place of the one that mimicked Kiara’s. When he moved next to her, he spun to face her eye-to-eye. ”Talk to me, Kiara…” there was concern in his voice. Maybe he had went too far. Maybe the way he had been trying to train her was wrong. He looked down to the ground.

Kiara clamped her eyes shut when he spun her around. Hopefully the rapid blinking would clear away the moisture. ”Fine.” she said icily. ”I’ll do whatever I need to do, to learn. Not because believe you, but because I care too much about my people to fail now. But you-” her voice was unsteady. ”You--- Don’t say something like that again. You promised me the truth, and if that is your truth, then I want nothing to do with you when this is over.”

He bit his tongue and looked down and away as he stood straight up and turned away and began to walk, only to stop a few feet away and turn his head towards her. ”Now I see… Kiara I want you to know something, and this is the truth...You are your father’s daughter, and I am proud to have you train under me. What I said was out of line, and for that I am sorry… But I am not lying when I say that your anger, your emotion, you need to gain control over that and once you do you will be one step closer to learning Old Scale magick and one step closer to surpassing your father. You taught me something today, and I thank you.” He glanced over at her with a smile as he turned back and walked towards a trail that lead away from the lake.

Kiki looked up at him quietly and ground her teeth some more. She looked down and then away, not offering him a response. She had accepted his apology, though, it seemed truthful enough. He smiled before turning and walking away. She didn’t return the smile, but she followed him, glamouring on a new outfit. She was, of course, still naked, but at least she wouldn’t look it if they ran into anyone.

As Sulleykaar walked, he heard Kiara approaching from behind. He tilted his head slightly down before bringing it back up and slowing his pace until it matched hers. He glanced over at her as a breeze drifted through. Sulley shook his head and took off his robe and handed it to her. ”These winds will pierce through that easily, wear this. It’s a lot warmer and wind resistant.” he handed it to her politely, any response from her would do fine.

She looked at the robes. They were comically too big for her, and she was still really mad at him, but it would be impolite to not take them. ’Stupid faerie moral code…’ Kiara quietly accepted the gift, sliding her arms into the sleeves. She couldn’t even get her hand out of the bottom of them, her arms were just hidden in the mass of fabric.

Sulley glanced over at her as she struggled with the robes, at which he couldn’t contain a light throaty chuckle, smirking slightly at her misfortune. Kiki’s eyes widened and she had to look away to avoid being seen smiling.

”You look adorable like that. Like a kid trying to play grown up...It’s kinda cute.” ‘What in the hell did I just say?’ He questioned himself with furrowed brows as he looked towards the tree line. A lame attempt at being flirtatious, he supposed.

”Well, I wouldn’t have to if someone didn’t keep getting me out of my clothes.” her nature betrayed her once again, as she couldn’t help but flirt.

He started to smile until she mentioned that at which the smile ceased and he rolled his eyes but left a lopsided smile. ”Maybe if you didn’t make it so tempting in the first place, you would keep them on longer.” He couldn’t help but chuckle.

She smiled then ”You didn’t seem to mind my lack of control yesterday. Actually, it’s a bit hypocritical of you to be schooling me on self control, don’t you think?”

”There’s a difference between that and what pertains to training.” He said quickly, blushing slightly.

”Depends on what turns you on, I suppose.” she said with stark honesty. To her, there wasn’t much difference, it all filled the same need.

He gave her a playful yet judgmental look before sighing. ”Oh, where is my sympathy in my time of need? I must train this poor child, but I can’t with lust-filled eyes. Oh the humanity!” He said dramatically as he covered his eyes with his forearm and leaned away.

Kiara laughed, ”I’m grown enough, lust away. But, teach first. What is my lesson today?”

He raised an eyebrow and nodded. ”Emotional balance…” He stated.

They walked back towards the mountain along the a trail that turned into a fork down the road. To the left, was Dovahmere - a place that Sulleykaar didn’t plan to go to for quite some time, if ever again with Kiara around. The second lead to Spirit’s Crossing, a sort of naturally made forest opening with a creek that gently ran down a tier level hill, surrounded by trees and foliage with beautiful rare flowers and berries. At the top of the tier, was a willow-like tree This was known as The Spirit of Eagle’s Peak. The sound of water trickling over the pebbles and down to the next part of the miniature waterfall tickled the ears as the birds and other animal life made it feel more alive.

Kiara walked beside Sulleykaar rather quietly. She was still upset with him, but not willing to be vocal about it. Her silence would speak more volumes, as it was rare. She snuggled up in the oversized robe and looked around as she walked. The scenery was gorgeous, rivaling that of her own home. Was he bringing her here for training, or as an apology?

”I think this will be the perfect spot to practice. Though, I should give you a warning.” He spoke calmly as he glanced at her before walking over and resting on a nearby rock. Kiki smiled at him. A warning about what? This seemed lovely so far… and then she remembered that the last time he lured her into feeling content, he had trapped her in ice for hours straight. She narrowed her eyes and kept her guard up this time. ”The point of this exercise and the way I have to teach it will get on your nerves...pun intended.” A muffled chuckle from his own corny joke.

”When don’t you get on my nerves?” she retorted and smirked. Well, she could recall at least one time that he didn’t. ”Please...I hardly get on your nerves.”. He got up off the rock and moved towards the tree where there was a much nicer and larger boulder that rested underneath of it. He gestured for her to come over to the boulder and sit down. When he touched it, invisible to the naked eye, magic coursed through it. Sulley then sat on the rock and crossed his legs as he rested his hands on his legs and closed his eyes. Kiara smirked and crossed her arms.

”Oh no, I might be a brat and a bitch as you said, but you know I’m not that stupid. That’s not going to work again.” she said, rather proud of herself for not succumbing to the temptation of snuggling up in such a pretty place.

”You’re a brat but not a bitch, you do bitch but you’re not a bitch. Now...The earlier we start this, the quicker I can teach you some basic magic, and maybe some new moves.” He opened an eye and peeked over at her. She still hadn’t moved from her spot.

”Fine...Have it your way then.” With that, he snapped his fingers, the ground seemed to tremble as the the trees shook. From beneath her, like a viper, vines - magically infused with Sulley’s magick - wrapped around her ankles and dragged her into the ground up to knee height before another set shot out and wrapped around her arms, yanking her backwards onto the grass. They tightened with every bit of resistance she gave. Then what the weirdest part was, the ground seemed to ripple as she began to move towards him and the boulder. Vines carved their way over to him but filled in the earth behind them as they moved, as if the ground hadn’t been touched at all. It took some time but eventually they lifted her up and onto the boulder, a few tingly zaps to her bottom and soon enough she was magnetically stuck to the boulder.

Kiara struggled in the vine’s grip. ’This insufferable bastard…’ she thought, jerking this way and that, only to have the vines tighten around her ankles and torso. How dare he try to use her own element against her? Just as she was about to retaliate, she felt herself being pulled forward through the earth. And just like that, he had spelled her to the boulder, as she’d thought he would. At least she had her pride this time, but that didn’t keep her from glowering at him.

He went to say something witty and possibly annoying but instead closed his mouth and smiled. ”Next time I’ll just ask nicely for you to come with me. Though, knowing that you're as stubborn and hard-headed as me, you won’t.” He grinned before taking on a more teacher-like posture. ”Now. I want you to close your eyes and focus in on the water, the flow of it, the trickling of the waterfalls, and focus only on that.” He he spoke calmly as he took a deep breath of his own and closed his eyes.

Kiara looked at him inquisitively. That was it? Surely she didn’t need to be spelled to a boulder to do that. Regardless, she closed her eyes and exhaled. There were many sounds in the forest, it was hard to focus on just one, but Kiara picked it out. The trickling of the waterfall, it was like a childhood lullaby, the sound of--

Thwack The vine retracted from the side of her head and returned to the ground. It was as if the ground never moved from his position. Kiara jumped and her eyes snapped open, shattering the vision in her mind. ”Hey!”

”Hm?” He cracked open and eye and frowned. ”Kiara, concentrate on the water please.” he said calmly as he closed his eye again. He seemed to fall into a deep trance as he sat there.

”But--- hrrng…” she started to protest, but it fizzled out into a grumpy sound. Kiara closed her eyes and let out another sigh/exhale. The water, the water…. Yes, the sound was like the memory of sunny days with the selkies... and taking--

Thwack thwack Once again the vines disappeared into the ground and Sulley remained unmoved, nor did it seem like he was paying any attention to it. Kiara didn’t jump or make any noise this time, but it still jarred her thoughts.

”I said concentrate…” He stated with a hint of annoyance.

”I am! Quit it!” she hissed through her teeth. Sunny days with the selkies and taking naps in her bedroom. The stream that ran through the castle sounded just like that. She was even starting to feel sleepy because of the familiarity of the white noise.

Thwack.. thwack-thwack thwack

”GODS! Can you stop?!” she screeched and glared at him with a tinge of red clouding her steel-colored eyes.

”I’m enjoying the peaceful ambience of the forest. You’re distracting me from it.” He said as he exhaled.

”NO! You’re distracting me!” she accused, totally abandoning the exercise.

”I’m not distracting you…” He cracked open a lazy eye and frowned. ”You are distracting you...I’m teaching.”

She rolled her eyes and huffed out an angry breath. She pinched her eyes closed again.

Thwack Sulley’s mouth twitched into a smile momentarily before returning to a calm relaxed position.

Her body was rigid at first, but she slowly started to relax. She tried to focus not only at listening to the water, but trying to imitate it. Water doesn’t throw a fit when something gets in it’s way, it just moves around it. She would ignore Sulley’s irritations to the point where she didn’t notice them.

ThwackThwackThwackThwackThwackThwackThwack The intensity of the vines increased. If she managed to fully block them out, she would be able to pass this simply annoying but effective test.

Where was the water going? Where was it coming from? The young artist painted a picture in her mind of what the stream and waterfall might look like, based only on the sounds it made.

”Good Kiara. Keep it up. You’re doing great.”

She had steeled her body to the whips of the vine, but not Sulley’s voice. She opened her eyes and smiled at the praise, breaking her concentration.

”Now I want you to bring your attention to my voice and just listen to my words.” Kiara pinched her eyes closed again. ’Oops’ she thought to herself and tried to get back into it.

Thwack

”I want you to think of those things that irritate you, that agitate, that really get under your skin and I want you to let them float away. Don’t break concentration on the water but let it guide you.” He said within another exhale. Kiara did as she was instructed, trying to flow like the water. Thinking of things that irritated her mostly involved Sulleykaar, as his transgressions were the most fresh in her mind. Her brow furrowed as she frowned, letting go wasn’t so easy, it went against her nature.

”I know I haven’t been the kindest or most endearing teacher, but I am looking out for you and your family and those in the queendom. What I did to you and your family was wrong...and I don’t ever expect you to forget about it or to forgive me...but for now those emotions will have to be put aside if not removed entirely. After this is all over...If what you said to me at the lake still stands, I will gladly accept my fate.” He said somewhat somberly, though he figured that she had the idea at this point on what to do, so he felt it was right to say what he needed to say.

Kiara tried not to listen to his words and instead focused on her task. Like he said, if she passed this, he would teach her more. She wanted to learn more, she wanted to be able to protect herself. So, she let it go… there was a change in the air that one could feel as the tension in her was released. Kiara watched it leave, down the waterfall and off the edge of the planet in her mind. It made her feel… tired. She might have even started to doze off.

The relaxed look on Sulley turned to a grin as he opened his eyes, the vine’s torrent slowly died out as the magnetic pull from the rock ceased. He brought two fingers up to her forehead and laid them against her briefly before he tapped her forehead. ”Wake up, sunshine!” he singsonged.

Kiara startled ”Hmm? What?” She blinked a few times and then smiled. His was a handsome face to open your eyes to. There were a few moments of silence before she asked, sheepishly: ”Did I pass?”

”You have only one last thing to learn before I teach Old Scale to you but-”

With a bright smile on his face, he hopped off the rock and walked over to the water. Kiara smiled eagerly and slipped off after him. The hem of the robe dragged behind her as she followed.

Sulleykaar’s hand glowed a bluish-white as he tapped the water and, like a whip, snapped his hand outwards towards the sky. A jaded ice pillar, with almost crystallized, dagger-like points protruded from all sides of it. He then stomped the ground and said pillar was heaved into the air. While it floated for half a second, he spun with lightning speed and precision as he hit the back end of it, a blast of wind followed behind it as the pillar shot off like a bullet into the sky. As he watched it disappear he turned to her and smiled. ”Let’s begin learning some magic shall we?” He raised a brow and smiled, his arms crossed but relaxed.

Kiara quirked an eyebrow. Magick? He was going to teach her something other than this ‘Old Scale’... she’d never heard of such a thing. She had magick, of course, all faeries did… maybe this was something special, or different. ”Okay~” she said excitedly, bouncing on her heels.

”What do you know of magic?” He asked her, trying to get a feel for what she understood and what she knew about it. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

”I only really know about mine… it’s old magick. My professors said that elementals use some of the oldest forces out there, it’s connected to our souls. And…” she paused and looked up to the sky where the pillar had gone. ”My emotions.” she said, mocking his judgemental tone.

He rolled his eyes at the sarcastic remark, letting her slide this time. ”Magick also does not just come from the soul…” He reach his hand out loosely as light gathered from the air. It gave off a light ring before he flicked his fingers, letting the light disperse into the air. ”Yes...Old magick, I’m very familiar with it. A lot of the magick I do is old magick. But there is other magick out there and this comes from your surroundings. It’s not….old magick, where it can be conjured up out of the blue like so-” He snapped his fingers as a small flame burst forth from the snap and rested on his hand. Flickering back and forth from the wind. ”But there is elemental manipulation. Using what is already created and bending it to your will. Fire, water, wind, earth, light and darkness. They can all be manipulated. They can all bend to the will of the user. It just rests on imagination.” He cocked his head to the side.

”Your quickness to anger, your stubbornness...I would say that fire and earth are your fortes, hm?” He said as he walked a few feet from her, facing her direction. Kiki frowned slightly and shook her head.

”No, just earth. My mother was a fire elemental though… my birth mother.” she replied and then a ghost of a smile appeared on her lips. ”Father says I’ve got her personality, and her hair.” she pinched a red curl in her fingers and then released it.

He deadpanned. ”Yeah. That definitely is your mother’s. Your father from what I’ve seen is nowhere near as hot-headed as you are…” He sighed and raised his brows. She giggled at his remark. That was indeed one of the ways that she and Cynbel were nothing alike, they had their similarities, though.

”Then that’s what we’ll start you off with today…” He interlocked his fingers and rested his hands at his waist.

”Okay… but…. There’s no fire around?” she said in a question statement hybrid. She would need flames if she was supposed to try to manipulate them, wouldn’t she?

The most mischievous, sadistic, and creepy smile he had ever given her was now, upon his face, as he let out an eerie chuckle. ”Do you know what I was called before you and I went off to train?” He asked as the center of his chest up to his throat slowly glowed a dark orange and red. The next sentences had fire dripping out of his mouth and onto the ground, burning the area around him to nothing but ash. ”I was the Wyrm of Fire, prophesied to scorch the earth with hellfire - flames so hot that they could obliterate the souls of the dead.” His little spell began. As he took in a hefty breath. ”We will start with simply blocking it. Imagine creating a wall in front of you...Otherwise you’ll get burnt. Dragon Fire, especially from me, carries a different kind of heat. Heat backed by magick, so get ready..”

”Woah, woah, wait!” she held up her hands defensively ”Can’t I, practice first, or something… I happen to really like the way I look. Like this. Not burnt.” she asserted.

He looked looked at her with a cocked eyebrow of confusion before shrugging. ”I think, when it comes to magick...The best way to learn is by doing.” He smiled before getting serious as a torrent flame shot towards her. Not at her, but off to the side slightly. Kiki’s eyes widened and she threw her arms up to block her face. When she did, a huge pillar of stone rose from the earth between Sulley and herself. The flames didn’t hit it, though, they went off to the side.

The flames shot passed her with a massive roar. Sulley’s eyes glowed amber as he brought his hands in front of him and seemed to grip the air as he yanked down and to the side of him. The tail end of the flame passed Kiara with a slight crackle but behind her the sound of the flames shifting could be heard as they came barreling towards her from behind like a serpent on its prey. They would come close enough to singe her but not engulf her. He wanted her to take control of them.

”You’re your mother’s child. You have the capabilities of controlling this. Fire is an untamable animal but it can be manipulated to a user's advantage! Earth will stop it in its tracks, water will snuff it out…” He was telling her the answer on how to do this.

There was a flash of fear in her eyes as she turned and backed up against the stone pillar she made. The flames had turned around and she once again put up her arms to block it. Just before the fire reached her, it hit a wall and spread out to either side perpendicular to it. Her eyes were wide, unable to tell if she did that, or if Sulley stopped it before it could hurt her. Either way, she was grateful and let out a deep exhale.

”Good...Again.” Another stream of fire escaped his mouth and barreled towards her, this time, slightly closer than before. She repeated her actions and blocked the flame again. A wide smile peeled across her face and she laughed gleefully. This was the most fun training had been yet.

This had gone on for a little while, slowly moving the full stream closer and closer to her until it was directly on top of her. He had congratulated her for her effort and begun to randomize where it came from or he would have it change directions at the last moment to help keep the unpredictability. For the most part, Kiara kept up with the changes. Once, though, she didn’t catch it in time and the flames scorched her left elbow, to which he was willing to stop for a second for her to regain herself. She insisted that she was fine and they keep going, but it hurt like hell; She’d never been burned before. They picked it back up and even Sulley was enjoying himself, finding himself laughing in joy of her progress.

”Hahaha, more!” Kiara demanded playfully and swished her bony hips, twisting and turning to dodge. ”I want to learn more! Teach me something else?” This time it was less of a demand and more of a bright-eyed question. Those eyes were now a new color for Sulleykaar to see, a glittering yellow with flecks of pink. The longer she looked at him, the more pink there would be, the longer she danced around dodging fire, the more yellow, but both colors were always present. Kiara darted away and peeked out from behind the other side of the huge willow-like tree, giggling.

”You can dodge them but now I want you to bend them to your will! Use the wind to bend them!” He responded as he forced his hands forward and let the flames fly. Kiara wasn’t sure how to bend them. Blocking came easy, as it was defensive. She was pretty good at forcing her will on people, maybe flames could be similar. The next time she rose her hands, she focus not on making a wall, but on pushing the flames back towards Sulley. It worked…. For a little while, and then they shot back towards her and she had to duck out of the way.

As they passed over her, he took the reigns again. ”Be the wind and change its direction!” The fire seemed to slow down mid air before violently returning to its original target, Kiara.

”Be the wind…” she repeated to herself and gestured widely with her arms. She imagined wrapping the flames up into a whirlwind. She imagine it, and so it was. With a loud ‘woosh’ sound, the fire swirled up and to the left, twisting upwards toward the sky before blossoming out like a firework. Kiara was was so excited she clapped her hands together and looked over to Sulleykaar for her ‘atta girl’.

His grin was wide now as he watched the fire raise to the air and showered into a fire flower. An idea struck him and he stood there for a moment and watched the flower of flames disperse in the air. The dragon reeled back again as another, much large torrent of dragon fire spewed out of his mouth but instead of traveling towards her, he shot it upward and gathered it into a small ball as he closed his hands. His claws came back to the center of his chest interlocked together, the tips of his fingers rolled into each other. A minute or two passed as he locked eyes with hers.

”Dodge, manipulate and dodge again. I want you to evenly distribute how you take these on and believe me -- I will not go easy.” He stated as his hands stretched out wide.

”Wouldn’t want you to, Kitten.” she retorted, crouching in preparation.

”Then here it comes, Vo Hahdrim!” The fire flickered and rolled over itself as it formed into a massive wall of flames behind him. With the snap of his fingers the wall burst into one hundred smaller serpent-like tendrils aimed directly for Kiara.

Kiara looked up wide-eyed as the fire literally started raining down on her. Her first reaction was to block the strikes, so she did. She remembered that she was supposed to be alternating, so she tried to incorporate more manipulation. Block, manipulate, block, repeat. The strikes were coming so rapidly that she physically could not stop moving. She was spinning like a violent ballet dancer, the flames twirling around her like a cocoon before they dissipated in bursts. A couple of shots broke through the windwall barrier she had formed, flames licking angrily at her feet. She yelped and narrowly avoided getting burned again. Kiki tried to remember her training, to concentrate, and she focused only on the flames; Not her pain, or her exhaustion, but on controlling the fire completely. It seemed like hours had passed once the last fireball was slung back toward the sky.

The faerie stared up as the ball of fire shattered into tiny fizzles of flame at her behest. Her small chest rose and fell in heavy pants as the exhaustion started to weigh down on her. She tried to say something, but she was breathing too heavily to form words. Kiara looked over to Sulleykaar reluctantly, half expecting him to challenge her further.

Sadly, she was right, as a single fireball was shot low in her direction. However, the vines from earlier wrapped around her leg and yanked backward. With the fireball’s path and the vine’s now intervening, she would get a face full of dragon fire. Of course he wouldn't stop there. Sulley had stayed at a distance for most of the training, but now thought it would be a good time to get in close. He sprinted to the side of the fireball, touching it with his fingertips as the soon were engulfed by his own flames and transferred them to his second hand and his feet. Now, with flaming claws and feet, he rushed in towards her, leaping into the air with his foot high up, ready to come crashing down with an heated axe kick.

Kiara stopped the fireball just before it struck her and jolted it down toward the vine that had anchored her foot down. The vegetation sizzled away and Kiara commanded the fire back up. Sulleykaar had taken some of the flames and coated his hands and feet. She tried to do the same thing, but he interrupted her by leaping into the air and crashing down to kick her. The faerie rolled away and guided what was left of the flames to follow her. She pulled them to her own hands and feet as she stood up. Kiki sprinted at the dragon with her flaming fists poised to throw punches. Unlike his, however, she hardened her own into the strength and density of obsidian, masked by the flames. At this point, she was on about her third wind, and wasn’t certain how much longer she could keep at it.

He watched her as she rolled away only to chase after his student, leaping back when she had gotten back up and sprinted towards him. He readied himself and Kiara reeled back, slugging him directly in his chest with her right hand. The loud crack it made rang through the quiet serenity of the area, like two boulders colliding. The flames around that fist flared out it when it connected. He felt the impact rattle his body, but there was no time to think of the pain. He instinctively, as she retracted, bent her wrist down and back as he chopped in between her joint, causing it to look like a rigid snake. Kiara cried out as the bones in her wrist were bent painfully in the wrong direction. He stepped inward with his left foot behind hers and lifted the back of her knee upwards and twisted his body to the side and down, causing her to sprawl outward on the ground.

”Oof--Ahh! … hehh… hehh.” The rocky earth was suddenly pressing into her back. Her wrist was figuratively on fire and she pathetically slapped the flames off of her left hand against Sulleykaar’s side as he loomed over her. Her chest rose and caved wildly as she looked up at him. ”Hehh…” she panted and smiled up at him through, or even because of, the pain.

”You did well, Vo Hahdrim...I guess we will it call it quits for now and just enjoy--”

Kiara hooked her free hand behind his head and gripped a fistful of his hair. She pulled him down and herself up to crush her lips against his. The kiss didn’t last long, as she had to pull away to catch her breath from the exertion. Her nerves were dancing beneath her skin, electric with the adrenaline of the fight, her eyes were mostly pink now with flecks of golden yellow.

”The…..ambience….” His words faltered slightly as he locked eyes with hers. Hers were so interesting, always changing shades and hues, and he had never really asked much about them. He plopped down next to her and looked towards the special tree. ” Your eyes, why do they always change, hm? I feel like it deals with things you experience, but I can’t figure out what. Emotions perhaps?” He glanced over at her.

Kiara rolled over onto her strong elbow to face him, propping her head up and sweeping those eyes in question along him before bringing them to meet his gaze. ”Perceptive.” she noted. [color=gray]”All elemental fey have eyes like mine. It is connected to our emotions, just like our magick. I’ve never seen them actually change…” she blinked and then smiled. “What color are they now?” Kiara asked curiously.

”How about I show you.” he said smoothly as his eyes let off a white smokey fume. He brought his hands up to either side of her temple and drew them back to his own. An ectoplasmic like string tugged against her skin as he attached it to his own temple.

”Dovahyah” And with those words, her vision became his as he looked into her eyes. Kiara watched as her own eyes widened in awe.

”Woah!” she remarked, even more surprised to be able to see her own lips moving. It was like some crazy out of body experience. She studied the color of her eyes. They were almost all yellow now. ”Can you make them change?” she asked and reached up to touch his cheek. But it looked like her cheek from this view. How wonderfully strange...

He smiled at her, though she wouldn’t see it as he leaned into her, studying her eyes for a moment before placing a curved index finger under her chin. He lifted her face up towards his as he gently pressed his lips against her’s, his eyes never closing for her to see. It was a bizarre feeling to kiss herself. Of course, it only looked like she was, she still felt with her own body. The yellow in her eyes darkened and shifted shades closer to pink. She watched the color shifting with the same awe that she looked at most shiny things.

He pulled away and looked her up and down, forgetting that she could see what he saw. Kiara giggled at how silly she looked in the robes. She figured she looked goofy, but that blatant up-down glance confirmed it. ”You really do look like little girl playing dress up…” He teased. To that, she smirked and shrugged one shoulder out of the robes.

”A little girl, huh?” she asked playfully.

He cocked his head to the side before deciding to lay on his back. ”Not now Kiara… I would like to enjoy a moment without you trying to jump into my proverbial pants.” He sighed as he glanced over at her, his hands resting behind his head with his legs crossed.

Kiara sighed in a pout and rolled onto her back as well, waiting to have her own vision back. It was disappointing, but probably for the best… she was tired. ”Thanks for today.” she said uncharacteristically. Yesterday’s Kiara would have held a pathetic grudge about not getting what she wanted. Today’s Kiara was patient, for the time being, at least.

”I told you I would train you, and I didn’t lie about that. Next time I’ll show you some water techniques.” He looked over at her before a twitch came across his mouth. ”And, if you're not exhausted, maybe we could have some other fun...Maybe...I only hope you can last longer than last time, hmhmhmhmhmhm.” He gave a deep muffled chuckle, releasing his hold on her vision.

Kiara smirked at the taunt. ”I’ll have to work on it… I’ve got a good teacher, so it shouldn’t take long.” Kiki sat up and inspected the burn on her left elbow. She winced as she twisted it to get a better look. She stood up and walked over to the trickling stream beside the willow tree. Kneeling down, she scooped up some of the water and poured it over her burn.

”Dragon fire is the realm's’ hottest fire, but you were lucky I only used that instead of my infamous Hellfire. That pain would be tenfold, and I feel like I could guarantee the heat would’ve been enough to peel flesh from bone.” He stood up and made his way over to her. Kiara lifted her head and made a face he couldn’t see from behind. ‘Braggart’ she thought before flicking her right wrist and opening up a large crack in the earth beneath his feet for him to fall in.

He could feel the ground giving way and looked at her, perplexed, as he slid with the parting earth, bringing him to a point where his legs were parallel to the ground. ”That wasn’t very nice.” He said with a smirk as he flicked his own wrist, causing the water next to her to shoot off into her face like a jetstream.

She coughed and giggled, swatting the water away. ”You talk too much. I’m just trying to enjoy the ambience.” she mocked him, smirking over her shoulder. She pinched her fingers together and closed the crevasse before standing up and tearing a hem of the robe off to wrap around her elbow.

He laughed at her attempt to mock him from what he said earlier only to uncharacteristically gasp at the sound of the hem ripping.

”M-M-M-My robe…” he squeaked, his eye twitching in the process.

Training was going to be now doubled for that, and it would start with a nice long jog tomorrow followed by some weight lifting and other fun fun things. He returned to normal as he coughed to get her attention. Kiara looked at him curiously, slowly winding the fabric around her elbow. She had to use her teeth to tie the knot. She was a princess, she deserved the finest of bandages for her wounds.

”That’s how I felt about my arm. Maybe you should take better care of your precious things.” she antagonized in Kiki fashion.

He listened to her as he slowly stayed the twitching and just left a creepy smile on his face. ”You’re absolutely right, Kiara. I will start taking better care of my precious things bright and early tomorrow.”

Kiara raised an eyebrow and shook her head. ”I’ll fix it back at the den. Better than it was before, I promise. We should get you something to eat, though… wouldn’t want you to start looking like a skeleton.”

”Or seeing you as an appetizer, hmhmhmhm” He quipped.

”I’d make a much better dessert.” she fired back.

”I was just thinking that.” He grinned. They both laughed at that and headed back on the path toward the den. Kiara peeked in bushes for fruits on the walk. She picked some that she recognized and some that she didn’t, offering them to Sulley in turn, which he accepted kindly, biting into the thick skin of the bright pinkish fruit. It was one that she hadn’t seen before. Seeing that he ate it safely, she took a bite of one herself.

He described the different kinds of fruit and berries, some more sour than others, some sweeter, a few had a weird natural spice to them, but each one he knew the name of and what they were used for or what they went great with. He watched her reaction of one of the really bitter ones as her face scrunched up to the sourness of it, causing him to roar in laughter. Of course she got him back, shoving the extremely bitter berry in his mouth, causing a reaction just like hers. She covered her mouth as she giggled, her eyes glittering yellow once again. They arrived back at the den shortly after. Kiki looked up at him.

”Not tempted to eat me anymore, right?” she smirked. With her stature, she wouldn’t make for much of a meal to any dragon. She was more like a pretty, red-headed toothpick...

He looked over at her, the bitterness still in his mouth. ”Not after that,brrrrrr.” He shuddered at the taste.

”Good.” she chuckled, ”That’s probably how I’d taste anyway.” Kiara smirked and then walked over to the edge of the cliff looking over the mountainside.

”Believe me when I say… You taste a lot sweeter than that, hmhmhmhm.” He said slyly, actually managing to get her to blush. Kiara sat down and dangled her legs over the edge, looking up at the stars. She frowned, remembering the necklace that looked like it belonged up in the night sky.

”I’m pretty tired, I’d like to sleep soon.” Kiki peeked up behind her at the dragon. He looked upside down from this angle. She patted the ground next to her for him to join her.

He sighed and moved his way over to her, soft eyes looking back at her. He plopped down next to her, his feet hung over the side as he looked down at the glowing fields. ”Beautiful isn’t it?” more of a statement then a question. He sighed as he looked around, that nostalgia coming back to him. He glanced over. ”I’m sorry about what happened in Dovahmere. I remember when it wasn’t such a tense area. Races of all kinds were allowed through easily, and made many great business ventures were there. It wasn’t until the Chil - the enemy - moved in and spread their influence over it.” He said apologetically.

He turn his head to face her. ”Ask me a question about my past and I shall answer.” Kiara studied his eyes and then looked up at the sky with her good arm behind her head. She thought about what she might want to know about him….. And she found herself wanting to know a lot. She’d settled on something, but debated asking, as it might make him upset. Kiki peeked back over at him again. His eyes widened slightly, awaiting her question.

”He kind of looked like you. Well, more than kind of… is he your brother?” she asked, knowing that he would know exactly who she was talking about.

He looked down towards the glowing fields and, for a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t answer, until he gave a quick nod. ”Paraxthyon is my twin, Dragon of Water, and he leads the intelligence corps as well as the armada. Now he also has to control the financial issues too. Heheheh. When we were born, the stark contrast of our scales showed our father and mother we would be destined to fight each other. And it was true, we did. We always did, because we could never outmatch each other, intelligence, charisma, endurance, magic adeptness, everything and anything we fought about.” He glanced over at her to see if she had any other questions about what he was talking about or if she wanted to know something else. Three lessons were completed today which meant three questions could be asked. Now two more remained.

Kiara had closed her eyes while he spoke, listening to his story. She peeked an eye open when he stopped. ”I always wished that I had a sibling. Maybe it’s for the better that I didn’t…” she studied him. ”Is he your only brother?” she asked, knowing that some races had children quite easily.

He shook his head and gave a light laugh. ”No no, Kiki-” The first time he used a pet name since their trip. He raised a hand, holding up four fingers. ”Not including myself I have four other siblings. One younger, my twin and two older. You would love my youngest brother. He’s a pain in my ass, but so are you. You two would get along nicely.” He teased. Kiara smiled at him.

”Sounds like a perfect match. Maybe it’s best for you that I don’t meet him.” she chuckled to herself. She probably only had one question left now, so she considered it carefully. ”What about your father? Is he still around?” she asked, already knowing about how he lost his mother from a couple of nights ago.

He bit his lower lip before biting his tongue. ”Yeah…” He said rather shortly as he looked to the forest left of the cliffside. Kiara looked over at him in his silence. She winced as she moved her arm to put her left hand on top of his softly.

A flare of anger came from him. ”I’d rather him be in my mother’s position…” She squeezed her fingers around his hand. She considered pushing the topic more, but he was more than cooperative with her questions, and she didn’t want to ruin that.

”He sold my mother out, me and her had planned a coup in order to take down Ugin, but we found out that it was my father. Father was punished on the principle of guilty by association as well, but her and I… No...I was the one who had to kill her.” He looked over at her. ”Father was forced to devour her after I killed her. That way he could always have her around as a memory of her travesty. My brothers and sisters, minus the youngest and I, did not care. We did, but could do nothing about it. This happened when I was 150 years old.”

Kiara remained quiet, once again reminded of how old he was. Sulleykaar was literally one hundred times older than her, she really was like a child compared to him. She retracted her hand and looked up at the stars. She thought about saying something poetic, like, ‘maybe our mothers are up there now, proud of who we've become’, but those would be false words… His mother, and her soul, were gone forever.

[Color=Gray]”Thank you for being honest with me. I am glad to know more about you… Even if some of it is sad.” Kiara looked at him, her eyes a light, they were a pretty, crystalline blue now.”We should get some sleep, my trainer is probably going to be a real hardass tomorrow.” she smirked and sat up to head for the den. He chuckled lightly as he nodded and watched her disappear into the den. He sighed as he stood up only to keel over by a sudden wave of pain. ”Son of a-” The hit from earlier. The heavy blow from Kiara now taking its toll. ”I would hate to be on the receiving end if that had dragon’s strength behind it…” He chuckled to himself as he regain his balance and headed back to the den.

Once there, she slid off the robes and went through the things she had packed. She pulled out one of the finer dresses she had brought and tore off a strip of fabric to rehem the robes using glamour magick. It gave them a whole new look, a bit of natural beauty that complemented the gemstones well, just a touch of Kiki to a rather Sulleykaar-looking garment. She smiled at her work. He would probably still be mad, but she thought they looked even better now. She poked her way back into the darkness of the den and settled into the little nest she'd made last night, waiting for Sulley to join her. He was soon enough, in his dragon form as he moved beside her, creating a sort of defensive bed around her. His tail blocked the wind as he looked out towards the cliff side for a few moments before he closed his eyes.

Outside the den, stalking above the mouth of the den, came a black form with red glowing eyes. They pierced the darkness and narrowed when catching sight of Sulleykaar and Kiara. ”SSSSSSSulleykaaaarrrrrr...You are up to no good aren’t youuu? Ugin will knoooow of your treeeACHERY!” It mumbled in a hissing growl as it leapt off the cliffside, taking flight towards Dovahmere. His movements silent as the night itself.

The faerie general woke especially early. He had a looming feeling about today’s fight, but was doing his best to give Felix a chance. The human had proved himself strong and worthy in their duel and, since then, Cynbel and he had gotten close. Felix is like the son that Cynbel had always wanted - not that he didn’t want a daughter… Edana had wanted a daughter, and he a son, but they were supposed to have many children, at least, they had wanted to try.

Thinking of Kiara brought a harried frown to his lips. He ran a hand over his face as he looked into the mirror. The man that stared back at him looked worried and forlorn. Where had the dragon taken her? Cynbel walked across the hall to her suite - It was as empty as she had left it, but it reminded him of her. He sat on the couch and stared up at the artwork on the walls. Kiara’s artistry was a unique trait, neither inherited from Edana, nor himself.

It had been a full week since she’d left… She was so angry with him then, and for good reason. Cynbel still felt conflicted about the decision he had made. He would do whatever ever it took to make this up to her, she was his passion now, he realized that in her absence. He might have wanted a son, but he couldn’t imagine not having his daughter. Like Edana, she was a light - bright and precious in this cruel world. This was a long stretch without her. She had, of course, gone to The Academy, and spent a Solstice's worth of time in the human realm after graduation, but she had always messaged home then. Kiara felt lost now, and even Felix couldn’t help the way he felt about that; His words about what it is like to train under Sulleykaar brought him little comfort.

With a sigh, the general stood up and went to go meet with his fellow commander, and friend. It was going to a be a long and, gods willing, fruitful day.



They were gathered within the walls of their den, in silence they slept until the Dark Wyrm of Lightning made his appearance. ”Ugiiinnnn. I bring newsss of SSSSSSulleykaaarrrrr.”

They opened their glowing eyes. A few narrowed, and the others impassive.

“What do you bring, Kohlgan?” The phantom wyrm questioned.

”SSSSSulleykaaarrrr. He hass ssstarted training Kiarrraaa.”

”Training? What is the problem with that?” Dromoka questioned with what could pass for a raised brow for a dragon.

”He is at Eagle’s Peak…” Paraxthyon added as the others shot glances at him.

“What is so significant about Eagle’s Peak?” Theais asked.

”It’s where we were born: Sulley, our brothers, sister, and I.” he stated. Ugin leaned in, knowing that there was more to this. Paraxthyon glanced at him and nodded.

”It’s where Sulleykaar and I learned Old Scale magic.”

”Old SSSScale? That hasss been dead for yearssss. It died with the death of Tiiiamaat and his followersss.” Kolhgan narrowed his eyes. Paraxthyon grinned.

”Then how do you explain the smoky white tail of magic that sprouted from his hand when he sent you into the back of the den.” That caused a violent response from Kohlgan as he charged Paraxthyon, only to stop in his tracks when Paraxthyon’s sapphire eyes glowed with the same white smoke that had trailed from Sulley’s hand earlier.

”Enough, you two! It matters not. That won’t help the Unseelie either way.”

” Our spies have been snuffed from the Court...” The response was answered with roars and “Gruth!” - Betrayer.

The Ghost Wyrm let out a long hiss that silenced them.

”How do you know?” He asked with a hidden threat.

”They were supposed to send their findings that night. They told us that if a response was not to come by the following morning, to presume them dead.” They remained silent for a bit before Ugin spoke up again.

”Have you heard from any of our other spies within the kingdom of the Unseelie court?” Paraxthyon nodded.

”They plan on taking the stronghold not too far from them. The human under Sulleykaar thinks they can take it, despite its defenses” Ugin grinned an eerie grin.

”Is that so? Very well, then. If Sulleykaar thinks that he can continue to go against us despite past discipline, then we will take something else precious to him. Kolor!” The command came quickly as an Amber scaled dragon slowly made his way in.

”Yes, Ugin?” It asked with a solemn voice.

”You will travel to the fey and contact the Sons of Bahamut. I want the Unseelie court to have a special welcome when they take over the stronghold. A place by my side to who takes the head of that human, Felix Andersen” The amber dragon gave him a look of bewilderment. Ugin nodded.

”I-I can’t do-”

”Oh, you can, and you will. After what your son and wife attempted on me, you should be thankful that I hadn’t killed him instead of her. Though, with recent events, I feel that I should have done it the other way around. As for the rest of you-” Ugin eyed the rest of them as the amber dragon sulked out.

”Begin to prepare yourselves.” He commanded and, with that, the dragons exited the den. The Daughter of Tiamat, Shyvana, narrowed her eyes towards Ugin.

”I’m going out as well.” She said shortly.

”To where?” His eyes narrowed.

”Does the Son not trust me?” She turned to face him with a glare. He locked eyes as well for a long tense moment before he snorted.

”Go!” He ordered quickly, laying his head down. She simply squinted her eyes as she left the den. ’Sulleykaar, when I find you…’





He awoke by dawn, his head was swimming, but he was content. The human sat up and looked over to the figure resting next to him. When the light peeked into the room she rolled the other way, avoiding the morning rays. Soft eyes rested on her form as he patted her gently on the side. ”Wake up, sunshine.” Felix said softly before getting a mumbled “Another half hour.” Felix grinned as he rolled over to her and laid against her.

”Come on~ we got a long day, Kyla.” Another mumble followed by a growl. So, with a large grin, he sat up and jumped up and down on the bed, laughing. Kyla had enjoyed her night with him like she always did. She had fallen for him long ago, after Sulley had gotten her out of the grasp of the Children of Tiamat. For the longest time, she held her code highly, disregarding the ideas that Sulleykaar and Felix had, considering them ”Only for the Seelie Courts”. Over time, she had adopted them, but never forgot the old Code. However, at this point, love... everything, kind of went out the window with the 150lb alarm clock which, like most alarm clocks, got what was coming to them when they went off too early. Within an angry, tired instant, she whipped her hand against his body, and with an audible “oof!”, he was sent crashing against the wall.

”WHAT THE HELL DO YOU - Oh god, Felix! Are you ok!?” She gasped as she flew out of bed, her naked body rushing over to see the now stunned Commander.

”M-Morning - hng - gorgeous.” He said as he sat up, his face cringing slightly to the bruise.

”You asshole! You know how I am in the morning!” She scolded him as she scanned him for any major damage.

”Hey hey HEY! I’m fine will you - Will you look, please?” He brought his hand under her chin, bringing her eyes to his smiling face. ” We got a big day today.” He said with a sigh. Kyla nodded. The former Unseelie general understood what today represented. It would begin the turning point in this whole war.

”Have you told Garax about the plan?”

” Yeah he did. Now will you two sto-” Kyla gasped before growling.

”WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE, GARAX!? HAVEN’T YOU EVER HEARD OF PRIVACY!?” Garax winced slightly at the screech. He gave her a disgusted look.

”When has an Unseelie ever cared about privacy?” He cocked an eyebrow with a smirk which warranted a sneer and blushed cheeks.

”I’m assuming Cynbel sent you?” He nodded. Felix looked over at his faerie lover and sighed. Best to start prepping for today’s siege. It took about an hour to fully get ready. His armour was on and his banner hung off of his spaulder. Kyla was next to him, a new ebony bow on her back and behind them Garax sporting two new axes: Thorin and Bane.

Cynbel was in the war room, awaiting the rest of the Council. He was lightly armoured, wearing only robes that partially protected him from magic. Physical damage was not a concern. His great iron blade was sheathed at his hip and a gossamer black cape emblazoned with the Unseelie Coat of Arms hung from his shoulders. When Kyla, Felix, and Garax joined him and the others, he looked thoughtful, his eyes distant. The Queen was there, but Nyx was nowhere to be seen. The Crown Princess disappeared a lot, it came with the territory of being one of the Keepers. Cynbel looked up when the others filed into place.

”Are you ready?” he asked them all, but his eyes mostly focused on Felix. ”I cannot stress enough how dangerous of a fight this is. I need to know that I am fighting beside pillars of strength.” he looked to Kyla and Garax now, with respectful nods.

Felix remained silent for a moment and looked down before sighing and looked back at him. His eyes steeled with determination and confidence. ”You don’t have pillars of strength, but instead, brothers in arms. If we die, we will go down having your back. I promise you that I will not let you down.”

”I am Unseelie through and through. Passion before Duty.” Kyla said. The two turned towards Garax, awaiting an answer. He looked at the three of them and snorted.

”Still don’t know why the fuck I have to be in the damn first wave…”

Felix and Kyla both rolled their eyes. That was the best they would get from the Orc Warlord that symbolized “We have your back.”

Cynbel shook his head like a disappointed father, silver locks tumbling over his shoulders. ”That’s not what I’m asking for.” there was a fierce seriousness in his moon-grey eyes, ”I want you all to live, so that we may fight again.”

Garax, out of all of them showed an uncharacteristic side of him. ”Cynbel, Commander, whatever you want to be called...We want to live too. But that’s never a guarantee-- “

”Make it one. This battle is the first of many, if your dragon friend spoke truth. We need all of living bodies we can keep.” The commander held his serious tone but smirked at the end. ”Now that that’s been said, let us march! War calls, don’t you hear her?” he tilted his head, as if listening to a siren’s song.

Morrígan sat back in the oversized throne, her fingers deftly spinning an hourglass between her fingers. She looked particularly… dead... today. The ebony sand swished back and forth, back and forth, and her beady eyes focused intently on it, as if she was hypnotizing herself. Her blueish-grey lips were parted slightly, mouthing words in a silent conversation that no one else in the room was participating in. Her wraith-like fingers stopped in a quick, snapping motion, halting the hourglass as the last grains of sand fell to the bottom. ”Fetch me souls, Uaa.” she said eerily before turning her head to her War Council. With a subtle nod from those in the room, they turned face to the door and left. A creepy smile rested on the Dark Queen’s face.

The order was given and the war drums played. For those in the order, they treated the night prior, and the time it would take to get there, with as much merriment as possible. Within the Order of the Crimson Wing, every day prior to a battle was treated as their last, so as more of an unspoken code, carpe diem was their motto, at least during wartime. After which, most would return to their normal routine. Felix walked among the men and women of both the Order and the Unseelie, mostly the Unseelie, briefly talking about life and what their occupations were outside of battle. He wore a large grin, enjoying the conversations, unless one of the Unseelie got to…friendly, then Kyla would shoot him a look, most of the time resulting in him giving her a nod of understanding, though, he had to be dragged away from one in particular, by his ear, which caused most of the company to laugh at him. All in fun, of course. It was a big day, a big day, indeed!

Garax walked silently in the back while most of his men joked and bragged about their time so far in the Queendom. Who fucked who... how many times they fucked... how many they fucked. Garax smirked as he strolled up to Neala, his eyes forward but his attention directed towards her. ”Neala.” simply saying her name to grab her attention. ”How about you and me enjoy a good spar after this place is taken, hm?” she retorted with an eyeroll and mumbled something along the lines of ‘in your dreams’. Garax grinned. ”How bout this, toots? If I get the most kills between you and me, we do what I want and for however long I want. And if you win-” He waited for her response.

”I guess you’ll find out when I win.” she said with a smirk and slung one of her newly won axes of her shoulder proudly, earning a glare from Garax.

Up the line, Felix and Kyla walked beside Cynbel. The human Commander, the former Unseelie Commander, and the current faerie Commander, leading about 2,000 men and women to an unknown outcome. Those behind them were ready to lay down their lives for the cause. Those behind them trusted their judgement call on the attack. Those behind them, following them into the unknown, couldn’t see the slight nervous expression on the human Commander’s face. At the beginning of the march, he was content with his decision. Having to fight with the faerie Commander, who has lived and spent his time for one thousand years, if not more, on the battlefield. Kyla sensed this immediately and, not because of who she was, but because of how well she knew him, said: [color=teal]”You made the right decision. If Cynbel trusts your judgement, then-”[color]

”Trusts it? No, I don’t think he trusts it. He’s going with it, sure-” He whispered to Kyla.

”If he’s going with it, that means he trusts it.” She retorted with a smirk.

”Ok...I see what you’re saying, but, listen... This is new to him. These tactics, this strategy, I feel he’s used to just running into the fray like Garax would. Back in my realm, the human realm, we used tactics, ways to out-maneuver our enemy with few men, but maximum efficiency. This is a fairly new concept. If the Unseelie have such a powerful offense, and the Seelie have a formidable defense, the Order is the balance between...Besides, for some reason, I really don’t want to let him down.” softly the words were spoken, like that of a child. She looked at him questioningly. Felix looked at her and sighed.

”I never really had a father. When I was nothing more than a squire, I was taught by a knight everything that they knew about combat and morals, but I never really felt like I would disappoint him. But with Cynbel, I don’t want to let him down. He’s counting on me to get his men through this. For some reason, the idea of failing him seems worse than if I was to die today.” Kyla leaned against him and chuckled.

”That’s sweet. I didn’t think you would gain such a soft spot for him.” She teased as he gave her a mock glare.

”He’s an experienced Commander whose troops honor him. Sure, I’m respected by my own, but the way he works with them... I guess that comes with a millenia of experience.” His voice sounding somewhat jealous. Kyla shook her head.

”What was that about?” She asked. Felix looked at into her eyes before he shook his head, mumbling “nothing”.

There was a roar above them as an amber dragon flew overhead. It’s color was fairly similar to Sulleykaar’s as it flapped its wings, heading towards the northern section of the lands. Felix looked up, squinting his eyes. ”I hope it is a friendly...” He mumbled as he continued to march. Cynbel was farther behind the others, walking close by Garax. The leathery wingbeats drew his attention upwards. He squinted past the sunlight for a better look, was that Sulleykaar? He had only seen Sulleykaar’s humanoid form, but he held out hope that it was him, because that would mean Kiara was back in time for the fight.



The mighty watchtowers of Allistyr’s Keep overlooked the lands. It’s long bowmen and mages patrolled its fortified walkway. Eagle eyes watching the quiet land below. The Commander of the Watch, Kale, sat in his office, scribbling away on transfer papers and other military documents relevant to the forces. His attention drew away from the painful documents as the sound of a dragon approached. Cursing quietly, he got up and moved out to greet the dragon, the only one of few who could come here unannounced.

“Kolor! Greetings! What brings you here?” The commander greeted with a smile. Kolor sighed and nodded.

”I need to speak to Tyr’rak. It is of great importance.”/ His voice somewhat urgent. The Seelie commander nodded.

“Very well. I’ll fetch him for you.” The Watch Commander walked off towards the end of the outpost and told Tyr’rak of Kolor’s presence. Kale came back, a second figure was with him, Tyr’rak.

”Drem yul lok, Tyr’rak… Uth do sah dovah.” He spoke pleasantly in the dragon’s tongue. The Seelie Commander glanced over at Tyr’rak before giving a friendly smirk, figuring it wasn’t anything but simple pleasantries. “I’ll leave you two be. I have to finish this paperwork, after which we can sit down and talk about our next move.” Tyr nodded to the faerie Commander respectfully and then looked to Kolor. Once Kale departed, the dragon spoke plainly.

“What is the word?” he asked with a friendly smile, keeping to using the old tongue in case anyone was listening in.

He waited for the faerie to disappear back into the Commander’s cabin before he revealed the information. He glanced back at Tyr’rak. ”Sulleykaar has taken out our high-valued spies in the Queendom, and Ugin is furious. A reprisal for Sulley with the death of his friend, a human by the name of Felix. He said the one who kills him will gain a seat by his side.” His large eyes softened a he spoke of his son’s betrayal.

Tyr’rak studied the elder dragon’s face and frowned. ”That’s sounds like Ugin…” he sighed. ”And what do you plan on doing about this…quest?”

He glared at him and hissed. ”My claws are tied! I cannot do anything about this, even if I wanted to. Do me a favor. If you do kill him, promise me you will make it quick, I have already dealt with enough slow, painful deaths in my lifetime.

Tyr nodded respectfully. ”I will be the one to do it, then. There are some that deserve a gruesome end… and he is not one of them.” his eyes were thoughtful. ”And I have no reason, or desire, to make enemies with your son. It shall be quick, and it shall be done by my hand.” There was an iron-clad honest look in his emerald eyes.

Kolor studied him for a long moment before sighing. ”Thank you. This order was intended for all of the Sons of Bahamut, but I entrusted you with this, because I know that you will do right by me. But, now I must return to Ugin’s den.” He gave Tyr’rak a solemn nod and turned, taking to the skies in the same direction he had flown.

A few minutes had passed since he had made it to the keep. His senses picked up something earthy, and a lot of it. He looked down and his slitted pupils dilated. He roared as he flapped harder and picked up speed as he banked and flew diagonally away from them, cursing to himself silently.





Hours had past since the dragon had flown over the small horde of troops. Felix had steeled his worry away when he heard news that they were close. He moved towards the front of the pack to speak with Grim, the lead grenadier of the Goblin force. ”Grim, I assume that you and your comrades are ready?” The goblin looked over at him with a disgusted look.

“Human knows we ready! Human asked for smoke poof. We give smoke poof. We make great diversion. We the best. Now go. We need to ready.” Felix was half tempted to chuckle at the broken Common, but decided against it. Cynbel stood beside Felix now and gave him a nod.

”Let’s kill some Seelie.” the faerie wore a devilish grin, rather uncharacteristic of the calm, cool, and collected Cynbel that Felix had interacted with up until now.

Felix shot him a disturbed glance before hardening his own. ”Through iron and blood, we will take this for our own.” He said in response. The human saw the outpost in sight and a twitch in his face showed he was, in a way, hyping himself up for the attack. He turned towards Grim and nodded. The Goblin gave him a Cynbel-like grin as he barked out a few orders to the goblins and they ran, lit bombs in hand, and charged forward. This was the cue for Garax to column left and into the wooded area. Once the last of the orcs were out of sight, they began their long route around to the side entrance and would await the Seelie’s attention to draw to the front. The goblins ran forward, screaming and hollering as they ran through, their smoke bombs high, and far towards the front of the towers, Grabbing attention of those in said towers. Kyla looked at the Unseelie mages and the Order’s longbow men and gave the signal as they ran ahead of the rest of the pack and moved right behind the goblins, letting their magic and arrows fly.

Within the encampment, The guards stood watch in the tower. Their eyes were narrowed as they saw 30 goblins approaching, holding up what were presumed to be explosives. One of the Seelie snorted in amusement as he drew his bow back, only to seize and grab for his throat, dropping to the ground and gasping for air. The guard next to him roared down to the others, warning of the incoming attack. The smoke went up, but not without some goblins getting caught in the line of fire. Felix shouted out a few actions and, in only moments, men with tower shields ran up to the front of the pack, one set of troops kneeling down, and the second stood, creating a fortified and mobile wall of defense. Felix told some of the Unseelie and men of The Order to move in between those who stood and, as they did, the wall opened slightly, allowing for the volley of arrows and magick to continue to pour into the stronghold.

Cynbel was among the men and women just behind the mages and longbowmen, protecting their backs from potential attack. Currently, he was not actively engaged in a fight, but he was certainly ready for one.

Neala went with the orcs and other bruisers through the woods. Her face was painted a muddy black, along with her thick, muscular arms. Traveling through the brush, she blended in surprisingly well for such a broad figure. Her feet were skilled and quick, moving with confidence and grace through the gnarled tree roots and thistles. Like a wild cat, she - and her twin axes - pounced on the first available target. Ridley, her right axe, split through skin, severing the muscle from bone. Neala ripped the axe out of the shrieking Seelie healer’s shoulder, blood spraying her painted face as she grunted and lunged for a second, hacking swing.

Garax had made his way to the front of the pack and, like a bull, charged his way through the ranks of the Seelie, hacking and slashing and laughing all the while, yelling out his death toll. ”FIVE! SEVEN! EIGHT-NINE! Hahahaha!” ’Why should the warlord have all the fun?’ Thought most of the other orcs as they decided to play the number game as well. It became a math contest, to see how many kills an orc could get in a certain amount of time. After slashing through another, Garax twisted his wrist and turned while he swung, only to come an inch away from slicing open his fuck buddy. ”Get the fuck out of my way!” He barked with mix of annoyance and frustration, topped with a hint of worry.

”Nineteen!~” The brutish female replied with a wide, blood-speckled smile before getting back into the swing of it. Her axe parried a large sword. Not iron, like the Commanders’, as all other fey were severely impacted by it. She hooked the curve of the axe along the hilt of the sword and swiftly disarmed her attacker. Neala head-butted him into a daze before kicking him square in the stomach and sending him flying back a few feet.

Garax glanced over at her multiple times before a low growl from within his throat bellowed out in utter rage as he begun an onslaught on the enemy. Cursing her out while counting out each kill in between. ” RAAAAGHHHHHH!!! TWELVE!, FOURTEEN!, FIFTEEN!, SEVENTEEN! DAMN, FUCKING!, TWENTY!, BITCH!, TWENTY-ONE! HOW?!”

”BETTER--” she huffed and paused long enough to land another hit. The axe met flesh with an awful squelching sound. ”STAMINA!” Neala finished her jest with a bout of jovial laughter.

”Alright! Start pressing forward!” The tower-shield vanguards closed the opening in their wall as those grounded stood and raised their shields. Those already standing raised them high above themselves, creating a dome of concealment for those on the frontline. Felix turned to Cynbel with a smirk and a simple nod as he moved forward with the mobile wall of men and women towards the main entrance.

Garax and those of the Bloodrun managed to bash through the assigned entrance and continued their slaughter. The Seelie’s attention at this point was all over the battlefield. Fighting on two fronts and becoming exhausted, The stronghold’s commander turned to Tyr’rak with a fierce gaze and pointed to the skies above, he needed him in this fight now. There was no time for games. Tyr nodded and looked to the clouds. After taking a running start, his wings unfurled from his back first, before his entire form exploded into a dragon that was a green so dark, it almost looked black. Tyr’rak was fast, extremely fast. Once in the sky, the only real way to keep track of him was through the sharp, high-pitched whistle of his flight, and the occasional burst of bright, lime-colored flames on the ground below.

Garax caught sight of the Watch’s Commander and grinned, yelling out “He’s mine” as he made his way over. The orc saw the Seelie look to the man near him and point up, causing Garax to squint his eyes and snarl. ’What the hell?’ Before it could register the man that the Watch’s Commander looked at took off running and then the next thing Garax new was the orc’s yelling out “Dragon!”. The warlord couldn’t bother with that for now as he charged Kale.

Felix and the others had made their move onto the front gates and begun their attempt to penetrate it. His concentration was primarily on the gate and trying to bring it down. But his eyes widened in fear as he heard “Dragon!” being shouted throughout the stronghold. He and Kyla directed their attention to the skies, attempting to get a clear picture of said dragon but, unfortunately, Felix was only able to follow the pillars of fire that rained down upon the troops. Kyla had her bow up, firing arrow after arrow at it, each one missing the mark thanks to it’s speed.

At first, Tyr’rak slaughtered without purpose, without mercy. Unseelie, Orcs, Goblins, and even some Seelie fell to his green dragon fire. All the while, Tyr was searching for the human Commander. There was a burst of flames, a high pitched whistle, more flames, repeat. And then, there he was. Tyr stopped long enough in flight to actually be seen clearly, charging up a strong ball of fire in his mighty jaws with his eyes deadlocked on Felix.

Once Felix finally caught sight of it, he readied himself, his arm up and tower shield out. ”I guess this is how I go, then...I’m sorry Kyla.” He mumbled to himself as he prepared himself for the inevitable. Kyla, on the other hand, had a bad feeling deep in her gut that this was about to end badly. Once the dragon was in sight, it’s attention and intention was clearly shown, and her eyes went wide. ”No…..NOOOOOOOO!” Her body let off a smokey aura before she leapt through the shadows of the soldiers, phantom smoke trails were the only things that showed her movements as she cared little about hiding them.

The fireball was let loose and Felix braced for impact, only to her the scream of Kyla to his right. His eyes widened and he never managed to tell her stop before he felt a major pain in his side, weightlessness, and then the hard ground below. The explosion rang through his ears and he quickly brought up his shield as chunks of earth and body parts were sent all over the battlefield. His eyes remained wide open as the only thing left of Kyla, a broken half of her bow, bounced off his shield and onto the ground in front of him. The human cCmmander remained motionless as a trembling whisper soon became a scream of agony. .

”Kyla……………..KYLA…..KYLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” His pain became fury as he stood up, a red and white aura forming around him. The dragon only had a second to registered what happened. In all of his calculations, he hadn’t accounted for one of the Unseelie caring enough to sacrifice themselves for Felix, it simply wasn’t in their nature to do so. Regardless of his shock, Tyr’rak charged up another ball of fire in his throat. This time he wouldn’t miss...

The aura rested on Felix’s body as his eyes gave off nothing more than killer intent and pure rage. When he gripped the handle of his blade, The aura whipped around violently as his eyes slowly gave off an ethereal tail of smoke. It no longer looked as if he was searching for the dragon, but instead, as if he knew where he was. The aura must have enhanced his reflexes and sight, as they followed the dragon’s movements. The human commander bent down low as the dragon made for the second pass, but he was ready. He brought his smoking blade behind him as it extended outward to the length of a greatsword. He lept off the ground with such ferocity that he managed to level out with the dragon, face to face with his lover’s killer as he brought the blade around, attempting to slam it into the dragon's jaw, all the while roaring in anger and pain.

Tyr’raks cat-like eyes narrowed in focus before launching a ball of fire towards the now airborne human as he descended back to the ground. The sharp, ear-piercing whistle of his flight sounded as the dragon dove to finish off his prey. Quick and painless, as promised. Felix fell quickly as he screamed in agony by the flames. He was going to die. He was going to die without avenging Kyla’s death. ”Not like THIS! NOT LIKE THIS! DAAL SULLEYKAAR!!”

Kiara and Sulleykaar were back at training, as they had been every day this week. The dragon was a frustratingly, obsessive, perfectionist, nothing she managed to do was considered good enough, or ‘ready’ for Old Scale, no matter how much she pestered him. Two days ago, she had gotten so angry that he made her go through an entire day of emotional control training again.

Today, they were working on wind. As it seemed, fire was an easy talent, it came almost as naturally as earth, and she was sure that she had mother-dearest to thank for that. Water and wind… they didn’t come so naturally, especially wind. ”Pease, again!” Sulleykaar said in a stern, almost fatherly voice.

Kiara huffed and blew a lock of hair out of her face before squaring her feet and holding her hands out in front of her. You had to be so calm to control wind, and it was hard for her to find her center after getting frustrated with herself. She exhaled and tried to pull the winds in circles around herself, spinning gracefully on the tips of her toes - like a dancer, or a martial artist.

Sulley had watched her intently and criticised each movement if it was even slightly out of place.

”Good, keep it up. If you keep at this pace y-” His eyes went wide and dilated as he dropped to a knee. Another vision. He watched as a green dragon let loose a fireball at his best friend, which sent him careening to the ground before his sight went black.

Kiara opened her eyes at the sudden movement, taking on a defensive posture. Sometimes he like to surprise her during training to test her reflexes. But he was…. Kneeling? ”What? Oh, come on! I’m not doing that bad, don’t be so dramatic!” she said flippantly. Sulleykaar didn’t acknowledge her, he actually didn’t even look like he was seeing her… he kind of looked like Nyx when she was having one of her visions.

”Sulley...?” Kiara asked somewhat more affectionately and concerned.

”Felix….” He said hastily.

The pain and emotions of Felix he felt and with no second to spare he stood up and bolted. Jumping up into the sky and let his dragon form take place. His wings glowed white and with each flap he faded into the distance. The wind that was generated from the initial flap was enough to slightly uproot some trees and throw around stones. The gust of wind blasted Kiara backwards onto her rump. ”Oof-” she reacted and then looked up to the skies. ”Shit….”.

A figure within the woods watched silently at the training, his ruby eyes focused in on Kiara. He adorned a gentle smile that held within it, other intentions. His hands were interlocked with each other and held a golden chain. At the bottom of the chain was the jewel from the jeweler’s cart. ”I guess we can become, better acquainted now, hm? Kiaraaa…..Of the Unseelie Court.” He whispered to himself as he slowly made his approach to the opening.





Sulleykaar was moving at speeds beyond that of a normal dragon, only thanks to Old Scale giving him a speed boost. Even though he was thinner than other wyrms, he wasn’t meant for speed as much, nor for power. He was, however, an even balance, and with the use of Old Scale, he could see-saw between the two powers. This called for speed, and that was what he leaned towards as he neared the outpost battle. His powerful dragon eyes caught sight of the emerald dragon and the now burnt human friend. With a loud angry roar, he let his presence be known.

Felix landed hard, his back broken, his leg bones shattered, and his eyes fluttered in pain. He caught sight of Tyr’rak as he came in for the finishing blow. Tears fell from his eyes as he closed them, not truly ready to go, but there really was nothing he could do. Sadly, when his eyes closed, he did not open them when the roar of the dragon was heard. Instead, his eyes opened to white and a tunnel. He stood in front of it, confused and worried, until a soft voice broke him out of it. ”Felix….You’re here..” His lip quivered as he fought back the tears, dropping to the white ground. Kyla kneeled down beside him and wrapped her arms around him, giving him closure.

Sulley came in full-charge as Tyr’rak reared his head back to finish him off, but a sudden powerful collision sent his sight tumbling, as his head slammed into the ground with incredible force, and his large scaly green body bounced off the ground like a ragdoll. The crimson dragon made his impact with the ground as well, but not as hard, using another flap of his wings to soften the blow.

Tyr’rak scrambled to right himself, his claws gashing into the earth. He stretched his wings out in an attempt to show up the larger dragon. Red… Sulleykaar. Tyr hissed in low in the old tongue ”You cannot protect him, Ssssssullleykaar. They will come for him, or they will come for youuuu. All you have done is interrupt a mercy, now he will suffer.”

Sulleykaar’s roars became silent as he moved towards him, morphing into his human form. His footsteps left black flames on the ground behind him. His claws engulfed in black flames as he clenched closed and open his hand. His body giving off enough heat to burn the air around him. His eyes locked onto Tyr’rak’s with a eerie and psychotic look in his eye. He released his wrath and killer intent out onto the battlefield, crashing down onto everyone present like a tsunami. The temperature rose quickly as the grass caught fire. A smile, simple and macabre ironed onto Sulley’s face. He spoke in a two tone voice, his human voice and dragon voice acting as one. It was demonic yet held a sadistic calm that could rival the Dark Queen’s. ”Tyr’rak, Son of Bahamut...You are going to die today. By my hands….By my hellfire...I look forward to hearing your agonizing screams as your scales crack and your flesh melts off your bones, before they turn to ash and float away in the wind. You will not be remembered, instead, you will be nothing more than a blip in history.”

His right claw turned a greyish color as he brought forth Old Scale magick and raised his hand, before swiftly bringing it back to his side. The green dragon was engulfed in a sapphire aura as its wings and body were brought down to the ground with incredible force and the earth caved in; the full extent of joor zah frul. He walked up to the dragon, the heat from Sulleykaar slowly making it’s way through the hide of Tyr’rak. The red dragon placed a gentle hand on it’s snout and pressed in, melting a part of its nose to nothing. Tyr snorted out green flames defiantly, refusing to show his pain. If he was going to die, he would do so with honor and pride. ”I am going to melt you into nothing slowly...I will hear you scream.” He said softly with a smile on his face as he walked around his body until he got to his wings. ”You won’t be needing these anymore, will you?”

There was a fierce, feral rage in the smaller dragon’s eyes. He wanted so badly to be able to move, but he was no match for Old Scale. Instead of burning the wing off, Sulleykaar cooled his hands down and gripped it tightly, using his left to push off the dragon as he worked on tearing it off of him. He could see the skin around it start to pull and rip as it lethargically came free. This was enough to draw out signs of pain in the stubborn, stoic dragon. Tyr’rak grunted, and huffed out quick exhales, trying to breath out the pain. Sulley was tearing him apart like a fisherman would a crab. With the sounds of bones and scales snapping, and hide tearing, there was a sudden rush of blood. No. He would cauterise that to keep him from bleeding out. That would be too quick. Once removed, the crimson dragon set it ablaze, turning it to ash in seconds. He would work on the next one before he moved to his razor sharp teeth. This was going to be long and gruesome death and he didn’t give a damn about who saw it, even Cynbel.




The sapphire dragon leaned against a tree not to far from Kiki and remained silent for a long moment. His head slowly cocked to the side as he smiled in delight before deciding to get her attention. ”Hello again...Kiaraaaa. I believe you forgot something back in Dovahmere.” He held up the jewel from the cart.

The faerie was still staring up at the sky, considering trying to follow after Sulleykaar in flight, but not confident that she could make it the whole way by herself. Then she heard his voice. She didn’t freeze up, surprisingly. Sulley’s training had paid off, she was controlling her fear. Inside, her head was swimming with a million possible scenarios of how badly this could go. Outside, she turned her head to the source of the voice with a steady gaze. She looked at the stone dangling from his hand, it was something easy to focus on. ”I did not forget it, I no longer wanted it.” she said honestly before standing up and brushing herself off.

He sighed. ”Such a shame...It is really a wonderful piece. Such care went into this design, and no one else wanted to buy it, so I figured you were still interested in it, and brought it.” He smiled brightly to her. Kiara smirked with a surprising amount of confidence before taking a few steps towards him. Hell, maybe she could take him? Her spars with Sulleykaar had gotten better…. She was confident that she could at least maybe distract him until Sulley returned. Or, she could play it cool…

Kiki wrapped her slender fingers around the gem and met his gaze. ”Rather impolite to lie to a faerie-”

”You mean like Sulleykaar has done this entire time to you, and your people, right?” That eerie smirk again.

Kiara managed a gentle laugh ”He is a work in progress. You dragons are not a very honest bunch.”

”And I suppose you trust him now? What has he told you so far? We’ll play a game. Let’s see who tells the most truths. If you win, you can keep this beautiful piece of expensive art, and if I win well-” He gave a light chuckle.

She frowned. Did he really think her that daft? Like a child that could easily be bought… And yet, he was the one challenging a faerie to a game of truths. How foolish. Kiara released the jewel and glared. ”When I win, you will leave me alone.” she said with confidence.

For some reason, Paraxthyon could wear Sulleykaar’s shit eating-grin well enough to get under the skin. ”So...The way this works is that I’ll ask a question about you, and then you ask a question about me. We call each other on bluffs, and if we are right, we gain a point. Whoever has the most points win, obviously.” He said with a chuckle as his hand softly touched the side of her face. The tips of his fingers dimly glowed blue, as did his eyes. His smile widened as he moved to a rock next to the water and gestured for her to join.

That was strange… ”I will stand.” she said, matter of factly, to which he shrugged. She knew how dragons and their love for sitting on rocks went. Kiara kept her defenses up, ready for whatever this was, to turn into a fight.

”Very well. We’ll start simple. You are Kiara of the Unseelie Court, correct?” He asked with a smile.

”Yes.” she answered, knowing full well that he already knew that. ”Why are you doing this?” she asked, without any desire to beat around the bush.

”Because, I find it to be fun. I find learning about someone through a style of game to be entertaining for both parties, especially this one. Usually, though, it doesn’t involve such hostilities but rather booze, coin, and plenty of laughter.” His voice, pitch and tone showed nothing but sincerity. Though the smile was contrast to his words, it held no hidden intentions. It just came across as a dragon who was just creepy, rather than nerve-racking. He cocked his head to the side and a raised brow. ”So, what do you know of the Children of Tiamat?” That smile unmoving.

”That they are up to no good.” she answered with a similar grin. It was a dodgey answer, but a truthful one. Specifics was not specified as part of this game, an advantage in her favor. ”Are you here on their behalf, or for your own interests?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

”I am here because I’m Sulleykaar’s pain in the ass. I guess it makes up for him being your’s, I suppose.” He chuckled. Not a straightforward answer, but an honest answer nonetheless. They were brothers and each got on each other's nerves, so it was only natural. ”If you want to go with those questions, I suppose that I can too. What do you know of Sulleykaar?” He asked darkly.

Her cool, grey eyes studied him, reflecting no emotion what-so-ever. She was a blank slate. ”He is a dragon. He thinks that I am a special treasure, so he made a deal with my father. You are his twin brother, but not his ‘pain in the ass’ one, that is his younger brother. He is one of five siblings. His mother is dead, but not his father.” she answered rather coldly. ”How much longer are we going to play this game?”

” Currently, I’m in the lead, so not for much longer.” He smirked as he waved a dismissive hand.

She furrowed her scarlet brow in that pinched-face expression that Sulley liked to poke fun at. ”How so? I haven’t bluffed… you know that.”

”Ah ah ah~” the sapphire dragon cooed as he tsked while waving a finger back and forth. ”You already asked your question. Now it’s my turn. What do you know of Sulley’s involvement with the Children of Tiamat?”

”I know that your mother’s death has soured his opinion.” there was a hint of accusation in her tone. ”I’m curious….” she began, leaning her back against a tree in a relaxed pose. ”What did I say to earn you a point?” she couldn’t tell a lie and, unless he was lying, something that she said with the belief that it was true, was not true.

”Ahhh you caught me on that one. I was on the fence about whether or not faerie truly couldn’t lie. I had to hear it for myself, so we’ll add a point for you.” He added a tally in the air for her. His smile slowly disappeared as he became serious. ” But, anyway…How did Sulley know that those spies were in the advisor positions, hm?” He

”He brought the real Nelrathian and Hyumae back to the Court.” her expression darkened, those emotionless grey eyes turning a dark, sad, sapphire blue.

He let out a throaty chuckle before it turned into a bark of laughter. It echoed across the treeline and around them before he slowly gained composure, speaking through chuckles. Kiara was glaring daggers at him.

”Hmhmhmhmhm. So...hehehehe. T-T-That’s what he told you? Hmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm... that is Sulley for you.” He grinned, turned to face her, and leaned forward. ”I’m going to re-ask my previous question. What do you know of Sulley’s involvement with the Children of Tiamat?” He sounded so excited.

”No.” she said defiantly, obviously pretty pissed that he’d laughed at her. It was obvious that he and Sulleykaar were brothers, they were both the same brand of asshole. ”You skipped my question.” she called him out on misplaying the game yet again.

He nodded. ”Very well...Ask away.” waving a gesture for the go ahead.

”Why do you want to return to that question?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, challenging his dedication to being honest.

”Let me answer that question with one of my own. Did you ever wonder why he knew who to kill in that meeting room? I mean, he had just gotten to the Queendom, and hardly knew anyone. Besides you, of course, who were forced into being somewhat polite despite your neglectful father’s decision on the deal. You didn’t think it strange at all?” He cocked a brow in return.

Kiara uncrossed her arms and took a step towards him, her eyes darkening to a fierce red. She found herself wanting to rip his cocky throat out. Instead, she remembered to exhale, to let her hot-headed anger go. When she opened her eyes, she spoke with a steady voice. ”He killed someone very important to me that day. I wasn’t thinking straight enough to analyze it.”

”Then think about it now…” He interrupted with a stern voice, to which she replied with a growl through bared teeth. The next thing she did might be stupid, but she turned her back to him. If he wished to attack her for it, let him, she would rather fight that talk at this point.

He watched as she turned her back to him. This action didn’t anger him, nor did he find it rude. Rather, this was the sort of direction he was going for. ”Look...I haven’t lied to you once...well….minus the one thing, to which I gave you the extra point. Do you remember back in Dovahmere? I even told you our plans. I was honest and forthright with them. But you believe that Sulleykaar has been telling the truth so far with you now, since he promised? I’m sorry, dear, but he is still holding back information. Information that is detrimental to his cause should it get out. But, I know deep down you want to know the truth, because honor is a lie, and I hate seeing people lie to others. So, how about I ask this question differently...” Behind her back that same mischievous and eerie grin rested on his face like it did in Dovahmere. ”Would you like to know why he knew about those spies and what his involvement was with the Children of Tiamat or did I just give you the answer in this question alone?” he singsonged the last part.

Kiara kept her back to him and tapped her fingers along the side of her arms as she kept them crossed over her chest. ”Are you implying that Sulleykaar put those spies there?” she asked directly.

He stood up and walked up next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and leaned into her ear. ”My dear, this was a game of truth. Implications were not a part of the rules.” He rubbed his thumb along her shoulder before walking back off towards the woods. He stopped at the treeline and turned his head towards her. ”How about you ask him yourself, if you don’t believe me.”

By the time Kiki had abandoned her stubbornness long enough to turn back around, Paraxthyon was gone. She scanned the shadows of the treeline, but there was nothing out of place. The faerie looked to the rock by the water’s edge, and there was a sparkle glinting in the midday sun. Kiara walked over to the attractive sight… it was the necklace. Hesitantly, she picked it up by the gold chain - She was naturally suspicious of such a gift, and hovered her hands over the stone, trying to sense magick. There was nothing that she could detect. The faerie climbed up to sit on the rock now, and pulled her knobby knees up under her chin. She stared at the star jewel that had reminded her of Nyx, and thought about what just happened.

Why had Paraxthyon done this? That game was one sided in her favor from the start, he must have known that. He had gained no information from her, it’s sole purpose was for her to learn more. But why didn’t he just eat her? He had made his malicious intent quite clear a week ago. Kiara found herself wishing that she was more like her father… he would know how to handle this, he knew how to handle everything.

Kiki fastened the necklace around her neck and stared down at the star-like gem that would be nestled in her cleavage, if she’d had any cleavage. She now stewed on what the sapphire dragon had said about Sulleykaar. Kiara had developed a deep, stockholm-like affection for her draconic mentor. He had promised her honesty, and she had trusted his word on that. The had laughed together, fought together, slept together… and now, she felt doubt about it all. Had he really pulled the wool over her eyes this whole time? Without consent, large, pent up tears welled in her eyes and spilled over. She was crying because she didn’t want any of this in the first place. She wanted to go home, to go back in time, to before she knew about Sulleykaar, or the Children of Tiamat, or Old Scale…. To when she was simply Kiara, not the girl of stone… not the girl to be lied to.

The faerie thought about her father through the sobs. What would he do? She must try to be like him, to understand this situation, to make it work for her. She could continue to wallow in self pity, she could turn it into anger, she could retaliate, or... she could seek the truth. She would do the latter, that is what Cynbel would choose. When Sulleykaar returned, she would demand honesty about everything - past, present, and future. Until then, she stripped down to nothing but her new necklace and stepped into the water. It was cool, chilly even, but she used her new abilities to heat it with fire. Kiara stepped under the waterfall and let it shower her, rinsing away the dirt and negative feelings. It was easy to forget yourself in Spirit’s Crossing, so she did just that…