(Last Chapter)
The dragon let out a final shrill squeak, his form coming to rest on the on the floor of the ballroom, his form shrinking on itself. The light had left his eyes, yet none of the members of the company seemed to care, for even if the dragon were to survive, there were more pressing matters at hand.
The rogue had favoured to dismiss the burns on Yeonjun's hand, clutching it tightly to her chest as tears began to wet her cheeks.
She never thought she would catch herself choking on sobs once again, as if she were reliving every horrid memory from her childhood. She felt every stab she'd ever inflicted. She felt the weight of every life resting on her shoulders, and a lifetime of grief began to settle in.
She did not understand how she could be so devastated? How could she be reverted back to such a desperate state. It was as if she had returned to her adolescence, watching her father be executed. She could no longer find the words to speak as the others joined her.
"Yeonjun, please," she begged, squeezing his hand, her sobs falling from her throat involuntarily. She knelt beside his burnt body, clutching his hand to her chest, hunched over as if she were protecting him. The only words she could find were those that begged the Paladin before her to come back. Oh what she would give to save the arrogant prince. What she would give to hear another jab or insult.
"I'm sorry but I can't-" HueningKai cut himself off, finding himself over Yeonjun as well, murmuring the words to some sort of spell hastily as Yeonjun's breath grew shallow.
When HueningKai stepped back, Yeonjun had begun to breath easily and his open wounds pulled themselves shut. The burns remained, but he would not die of blood loss. After a single spell, HueningKai looked exhausted. His eyes drooped, as did his frame. He could barely keep his eyes opened.
"Is he alive?" The rogue asked the mystic, blinking to allow the tears to fall onto her soaked cheeks.
"I'm sorry... I know that I should not toy with death, nor should I get to be the judge of life and death, but I could not sit here and watch him die." HueningKai immediately apologized, defending his actions with fear that the rogue would detest his spell casting.
"Thank you," the rogue breathed out as she gently dropped Yeonjun's hand, standing up to tackle HueningKai in a hug.
"Is the dragon dead?" Yeonjun murmured from the floor, his eyes still closed, his fingers twitching as he attempted to wake his whole body.
"Yes. You made sure of it," Beomgyu commented, rushing to the princes side, kneeling down beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder to offer support.
"Good," Yeonjun sighed, allowing his fingers to remain still again.
"Taehyun has gone to retrieve the King's journal. He believes that there is more information on what the dragon protected," Soobin informed, meeting the group, glad to have escaped the fire that rapidly made its way towards his old spot in the rafters.
"I've always wondered why dragons are so weak," Yeonjun chuckled with a cough at the end, his eyes still remaining closed gently.
"You are lucky you escaped with your life," Soobin commented, amusedly.
"What kind of tale would this be if the protagonist perished at the end," Yeonjun asked, quirking a brow as his eyes remained shut.
"Speaking of tales," Beomgyu brought up, sitting comfortably, knowing that Yeonjun now only required rest to heal. "We have survived a dragon. We deserve to know the ending of the tale."
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Journey To Hellspost (TXT X READER)
Fanfiction(TXT X Reader) Legend has it that King Reykoris of Hellspost hid a treasure before his kingdom was destroyed. The treasure was sought by many, but none were as well equipped as a group of six, their ranks well equipped with a Knight/Paladin, a Druid...
