A LAND OF FIRE AND DARKNESS

Chapter 6

"We are not going to kill her." Delcallon sighed out as he began to rub his temple. His decision not to kill me was stupid. I tried to kill the man.

"I agree." Brallon firmly nodded up at their King.

"You agree with the King?" Dorica stated in fake amusement, "Shocker." Her sarcasm was laid in thick.

Brallon snapped his head towards her, "Are we doing this now?" He asked with a pained voice. They exchanged a glare from across the room.

"What happened between you two while I was out?" Delcallon asked as he pointed between the two of them. His one hand slipped into his pocket.

"Nothing," Brallon stated instantly. A little too fast.

"Nothing." Dorica muttered with annoyance, "There is always nothing." She sighed out.

Laveen strode to step in next to her and looked down at her. She looked up at his eyes and shook her head in annoyance to him.

"Dorica, not now," Brallon asked more than stated with a pleading tone.

"Yes." Delcallon growled, "Not now." His voice bellowed over the room hitting my skin. A voice that was so smooth and yet terrifying deadly.

Dorica looked down at the floor while she continued to clench her jaw.

Another snort left my lips at the chaos of the room. How could these lot be deadly? They cannot even decide what to do with me.

Laveen glared at me, "We should lock her up in the jail cells and keep her down there for the rest of her life." He spat with complete disgust.

I creased my eyebrows at him at the rather obvious hateful emotion he expressed towards me.

"What?" He stated towards me as he opened his arms, "You thought because I fed you, I like you?"

I gave him no answer of course.

He pointed towards me, "You tried to kill my King, I despise you."

Clearly.

Delcallon's lips faintly curved up. I hated the fact that I noticed immediately when the King's facial expressions shifted. Even from across the room, I could see the dimples. It also angered me further to know that the King was reading every thought that caressed my mind.

"She is the Utohian Princess, we cannot keep her locked up." Brallon started to debate his opinion, which of course differed from the rest. No one agreed to this council.

"We are trying to avoid war." He added.

I arched my eyebrow. Are we not already in war?

No.

His voice echoed in my mind causing me to shoot the King a deathly warning to stay the fuck out of my mind.

His eyes narrowed in a challenge to me, but before I could say or do anything, he tilted his head towards Brallon. "What do you suggest then Brallon?" He asked with a softer smile than what he had given me.

"We ship her back to Utohia." Brallon answered, "Let her be their problem."

"Oh, that sounds like a great plan." Laveen chirped with sarcasm, "Leave the Psychopathic Dragon in a land filled with Mortals." He shrugged, "What could go wrong?" His question was rhetorical.

Delcallon paced across his dais and began rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while keeping the other firmly slipped into his pocket.

"She is Highvarion." Yarris began, "She was brought here, she was chosen by the Elements. She cannot be left in Utohia."