The Clash Of Drakkon: Book Four Of The Drakkon Series

Chapter Thirty

Aldrich Drakkon

Former King of the Drakkon Empire

I knew that Ursula Aurelie was no good, I knew that she wouldn't be able to help us, and yet I couldn't help but give her the benefit of the doubt. Even if she had had ill intentions towards my daughter-, no Alessandra, when she had given me access to cruisers equipped with weapons to destroy her. It was hard to console what I had done, the actions I had taken against Alessandra in the past, with the way I felt about her now. She was my darling daughter, a daughter I cared deeply for, a daughter I had committed such a deep sin against I no longer had the right to call her my daughter.

I had tried and almost succeeded in killing my own blood, my own child, I still couldn't understand how I could do it. I had left her on Earth for her own protection, I knew I would never be able to keep her safe with her by my side, she would have too many of my enemies coming against her, and even though it had broken my heart, I knew it was the right thing to do. All these years I had worried about her, hoping that the Drakkonian traits in her were weaker than her Solveig ones, the ones that would allow her to survive without knowing how to properly feed herself. And they had, they had allowed her to survive on Earth, I was more than indebted to Asriel Rindin, even though he had never known, he kept the treasure most precious to me safe for almost twenty years.

My wife, my darling Kiara, she had my heart, I would always love her, but my daughter, had my very being, I would die for her in an instant, because I loved her, she was my only child. Yet when I look back and remember all the things, I had done against her, it causes me immense grief and pain, like I am looking through a stranger's memories, the memories of someone who cares nothing for my darling child. She hadn't even met the real me since she was seven years old, she rescued me from dying on Earth, and my horrible cruel emotionally manipulated self, had set out to destroy her for taking a throne that I don't even want.

It was so strange, to think back and remember my actions, to know that even when emotionally manipulated I had been unable to harm my dear Kiara, and yet was able to do harm to my own child, the one I know now I love more than my wife. My wife would kill me if I ever put her life over our daughter's, just as she would put Alessandra's life above my own, exactly why she had been willing to kill me if I had tried to cause further harm to Alessandra.

Now here I was healed, in proper control of my emotions again, and my daughter was trapped, held captive by an enemy that we had been fighting for thousands of years, even if we didn't know it. Being tortured and forced to harm innocents, being starved until she attacked anything bleeding. My cousins don't know what it is like to starve, I did, I remember the years before, back when we were restricted to one planet, fighting against invaders that always saw us as the enemy, the fact that we fed off blood only gave them cause to hate us more.

Taarique, the oldest of my cousins, was still twenty thousand years younger than me, she knew nothing of the suffering our species had endured, none of my relatives did, but I had risen us above that, conquered the planet that was filled with enemies against us, conquered our solar system, all in my father's name, and when he gave me the throne I had conquered more solar systems, all in the span of one Drakkonian lifetime, two hundred years was not long enough though, I felt that I still had to much to do, so I found a scientist and I set him to the task of finding a way to prolong life, extend it.

I had intended for him to find a way to freeze my aging, but by my complete surprise he found a way to reverse aging entirely, one still aged, but one could also reverse the aging numerous times. It had not been without its flaws, but it had worked, it had given me the time I needed to perfect it, to save my dying parents, who years later gave me a sibling, a sister that I cherished above all others. But time has a way of jading people, making them ignorant of life, I became to focused on power, to paranoid of others who wanted my throne.