Eggs with Wings? | {E.Aster Bunnymund x Fem! Reader}

Chapter 47: Dragon Games

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Rules of Dragon Games

1. Field of Play must be 200 dragons long, with 2 hoops at either end
2. Two Teams Play, each made up of 3 dragon riders:
- 1 winger to score points
- 1 blocker to protect their teams hoop
- 1 swooper to assist both offence and defence
3. The Ball must be Dragon Proof
4. Points are scored when the ball goes through the other teams hoop
5. Bonus: Collect floating magic gems for bonus points
6. All players must wear the required uniform - Dragon Proof Armour!

Dawn has approached. People were up bright and early for today's Games. Merchants were selling novelty items in the city square and families were getting ready to leave for the Arena.

You looked outside your window, your body plated in flaxen, yet stylish armour. Demitrius was down below in the courtyard, preparing his dragon team.

"I'm confused," Tooth said, "he doesn't have a team, and no one will play for him. What happens then?"

"I don't know..." you said, "but he's definitely got tricks up his sleeve."

"We already know that," Rogue said, "but what kind of tricks is the question we should be asking."

"Another question I do not know the answer to," you replied, "it's time to go."

"You better be careful while we're in the audience," Tooth and Vanish said.

You smiled, "I'll try. You all go on, the Guards will take you all to the arena, I have to finish up here."

"If you say so, (Y/N)-ie," North said, gently patting your head, "be safe up there. Man in Moon will be watching over."

You stifled a small giggle, "maybe he'll make an appearance. You never know with him."

The other's chuckled, wrapping you up in a hug before leaving you be. Of course, as usual, Bunny remained behind.

"Honey Bunny, what are you still doing here?" You asked, continuing to place the rest of your armour over your clothing.

"Is it wrong o' me to simply wish ya good luck," he chuckled, "and ya better be safe up there."

"I'll try! I'll try!" You giggled, gently kissing his lips, "now go! Off with you! I gotta head to the stables!"

"Alright, alright Sheila," he chuckled, kissing your neck gently, "I'll be off then."

You smiled, waving as he walked out of your room before returning to finishing up with your armour. Today was going to be strange, tough, but strange.

Whatever happens out there, you will beat him at his own game. Even if your life depended on it.

*

It was cool. Wind flew past your skin as you, as well as your team, soared through the clouds upon your dragons. The dusty pink hues of dawn crept over, your eyes filling with brightness. The arena hung high in the sky, the large stone structure seemingly held up by nothing. You awed.

This beautiful place was once in Ruins, once being used as a battle grounds for winged folk. Of course, it had been restored overnight by your command to reintroduce the Dragon Games.