Force of Magic

Moonrise

Chapter 4

A/N: hey everyone, hope y'all're enjoying the story so far. Here's the next chapter, as you can tell by the fact you're reading this. Anyways the OCs in here are Gabeherndon308's, not mine; I'm just the writer. And I don't own the Dragon Prince.

"You're here. I know you are."

"Rayla," Runaan spoke, causing the elf to turn around to look at her mentor as he balanced on the railing, "you defied me."

"Runaan, you need to call off the mission."

The man's pale blue eyes widened and he hopped down, "You've lost your mind."

"Please listen to me, I've found something: the egg of the Dragon Prince!" she pleaded.

"That's impossible."

"The egg wasn't destroyed, it was stolen," she told him. "Their high mage was going to use it for dark magic but the human princes found it and they're only trying to help—"

"No," Runaan interrupted, "Humans are liars. This is a trick and a trap. You're a fool Rayla."

"She's not lying," Trezac said stepping out, "and she isn't a fool."

Runaan's eyes narrowed as he grabbed an arrow. "You will regret this."

"Show him."

Stepping out from behind the crates, Ezran held up the egg as Callum stood protectively over him. Across from them, the assassin stammered, levering his bow. "I-It's beautiful."

"How can we take vengeance for an act that never happened? You have to call it off."

The Elvish man looked truly regretful as he gave a reply, "Rayla, you know it doesn't work that way. We bound ourselves. There's only one way to release."

"Runaan, please," she begged. "This is a miracle, a chance for peace!"

"The humans struck down the King of the Dragons! Justice won't be denied. Give me the egg!"

"Callum, Ezran, Trezac, go."

"But—"

"Just keep it safe," Rayla said pulling out her blades.

Grabbing the Princes' arms, Trezac lead them away from the battle. Trying to find a place to hide, somewhere the assassin or the mages couldn't find them. They ran down into the courtyard and Trezac looked around, his gaze landing on a barrel by the cart of hay. He knew Ezran was fond of hiding in the cart, but Bait had a tendency to give them away. Picking the younger prince up, he used the force to remove the barrel lid, quickly putting Ezran inside with Bait. "Stay here."

Before Ezran could protest, the barrel lid was sealed over him, the only sign he was there being the faint glow coming through the planks. At least it was less noticeable than the hay.

"You stay here with Ezran, I'll go talk to the king," Callum said.

"Why don't you just call him Dad?" Ezran's voice echoed from within the barrel, interrupting Trezac's protest.

"He's the King, and I'm his stepson."

"I think he'd want you to, if you wanted to."

"...I'll be right back," Callum said turning on his heel and sprinting towards the Castle.

Groaning, Trezac began to give chase. "Stay there!" he called back to Ezran, the last thing he needed was the younger prince to go galivanting off on his own.

Running up the stairs of the tower, Callum pushed past the guards while Trezac stayed back as Soren—hopefully—stepped up to talk some sense into the prince.