Chapter 7
The dragon flew in stealth mode Ahmad stepped on his cobble stone patio he held his hand out for Samira together the walked down four steps. She stared at the dragon behind her and the land beneath him. Go boy! The dragon screeched flying away swiftly.
Ahmad walked in the castle every one kneeled before him. His mother walked to him welcome home my son. Your father awaits. Any better mother? No Ahmad your father is 119 years of age there is nothing we can do but keep him comfortable. His dragon riding battle day's are behind him. Ahmad smiled songs will be sung in taverns all over this land of his victories--
And defeats my son. Ahmad smiled who is this she asked in their tongue. My intended. His mother walked around her staring. Lividia raised this to be your Queen?
Mother there is nothing wrong with her I kind of like her. Look at her eyes a true waterstone beauty. She looks like Lividia nothing like her mother.
Lividia was the most beautiful waterstone she chose to care for our eggs instead of marrying your father. He never stopped loving her and would walk the dimension wall to spend time with her.
How did you know? The egg smell it's all over them don't you smell it Ahmad its a sweet candy smell the smell of a new born Dragon. Only Waterstones have this smell.
Ahnad spoke English mother this is Samira Lavidia Waterstone of House waterstone.
Samira Queen Firestone. Hello ma'am it's a pleasure to meet you. Likewise.
I'll escort her to her room mother. Ahmad walked through the castle Samira looked around smiling it was huge as they walked the red carpets people kneeled before them princess they said when they saw her. Why does everyone know who I am Ahmad?
Word travels fast Samira. Why do they keep calling me princess? I guess because you are with me I don't know.
Samira knew Ahmad was lying he took her to her room. Where are you sleeping? On the west wing. No you sleep in here. No Samira it's...not good.
Thats the wrong word Ahmad it's inappropriate? Yes Samira thank you. Why? We are not married. So what aren't we friend's? Yes Samira. Then sleep in the room next to this one her blusih grey eyes staring in his brown ones weakening his resistance.
Inhaling something in Ahmad couldn't say no I'm scared Ahmad. This is your homeland no harm will come to you Samira.
What is this place Ahmad? Ehthark the land of our fore-father's.
It's beautiful Ahmad looking off the balcony.He held his hand out for the box it's okay they have to go to house firestone Samira.
Then we take them. We? The servant's can do it. Samira snatched back the box of sleeping dragon's while Hunter cuddled asleep on the jacket on her bed. Him too pointing at Hunter.
No Ahmad. Yes Samira he's not a lizard he is what we just rode in on he'll become too big for this room then what? Will you teach him to fly? Will you teach him to obey? How to land and take off?
Yes! Hahah! How you are a mere woman there are absolutely no female rider's all rider's are marked males Samira. House Firestone is a house of strong male rider's you are standing in House Firestone.
The camp to train the dragon's is a day's journey. Then I suggest we get going Ahmad.
He gave her a nasty look. I'll get them to bring the carriage. Carriage what happened to car's? They pollute the air bad for dragon lung's no car's allowed.
Change. Into? Ahmad pulled a string bring Samira the finest silks please, we leave in a hour to the dragon training ground's.
Yes Prince Ahmad. Ready her please he waved his hand make her worthy to be on my arm. Samira didn't understand him but she knew he was talking slick she would wait till they were alone to correct his actions.
I'll return for you Samira are you hungry? Yes. Bring her food anything else woman?
No staring at him with hate in her eyes. Ahmad smiled at her the angry daggers in her eye's shooting at him Ahmad loving every minute of it.

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The Inheritance A Black Fantasy Dragon Adventure! Book I Of II
FantasySamira Waterstone, a typical fifteen-year-old girl from Brooklyn, resided in an urban neighborhood with her grandmother in a large two-family house. Her grandmother, known for her strict nature, had always forbidden anyone from residing with them. H...