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𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔦𝔵𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫

monsters

storybrooke, maine

– WHEN THE SUN ROSE, STORYBROOKE AWOKE TO THE HOWLS OF A MONSTER. They were horrid and drawn out sounds of pain and rage. But where the hell were they coming from?

"What is that?" Ruby worried.

"I don't know." David led them off through the woods to the truck, and then in the general direction it seemed to be coming from. They'd found Ruby there after the night of the full moon when she'd escaped the makeshift freezer prison at Granny's. The familiarity of the sound registered in the Sheriff's ears as they got nearer. That was Drogon.

They found him on the beach, grown to an immense size David hadn't witnessed since the first time he saw the dragon in the Enchanted forest. "Woah, boy!" He shouted, narrowly avoiding the tail that lashed violently across the sand. Drogon whirled at the sound, and Granny raised her crossbow warily. "Don't!" David pushed the weapon down, not wanting to enrage the beast further. Where was Rhaenyra? She'd know what to do.

The spikes along Drogon's back bristled as his head lowered to their level. David had only seconds to register the unhinged fury in his dark eyes before great jaws opened wide and the loudest roar yet was released upon them, so powerful they had to brace against the wind that smelled of smoke and a fresh kill. When he withdrew, that's when the prince spotted Rhaenyra; she was lying on her side in the sand facing away from them, her back soaked in red. Her hair fluttered in the breeze, but other than that, she didn't move. Drogon returned to his pacing and howling as he stood over her, and David finally understood his distress. There was no way in hell the dragon had done this to her. David wasn't incredibly close with either of them, but he'd witnessed the strength of their bond, the pure and powerful familial love there.

"Oh my god." Ruby whispered, horrified. "I did that."

"You don't know that." He was quick to assure her. "You two were friends under the curse. I don't believe you'd just attack her."

"Maybe. But the wolf might."

There was nothing he could say to that right now, not with this current predicament on his hands, so he turned his attention back to the dragon and dragon princess. "Okay." He took a step forward, and Drogon's head swivelled around to glare at him, enormous body rigid. A snarl rumbled up his throat, but he made no move against the prince. "I want to help." He spoke calmly. "She needs to go to the hospital. I can get her there safely." the spikes down Drogon's back rippled with another, smaller growl. His glare transformed to one of warning rather than one of murderous intent, and David took that as a sign to keep going. He reached out one hand in the direction of the dragon's face and slowly kept moving towards Rhaenyra. The air was quiet and still until his fingers brushed against scales, eliciting a sound more like a purr this time. He'd expected them to feel cool, like a snake, but they radiated a surprising heat as his hand trailed down Drogon's neck until he reached the girl on the ground. The dragon shifted, as if uncertain when David lifted her from the sand, but still made no move to stop him. Thankfully, David noted that there wasn't too much blood around Rhaenyra, most of it crusted on her back, so she hadn't actually bled as much as he thought. He set her down across the back seat of the truck and turned to the dragon that watched with concern. How could that face express so much so clearly? "Don't worry. We're gonna fix her."

Drogon made a low noise before curling up on the ground, remaining calm despite the tension that clearly remained. David was grateful for it, whether it would last or not. Apparently not. The truck engine revved, and the vehicle started back off down the road in the direction of the hospital. As soon as it was out of sight, his eyes narrowed. His nostrils flared, catching a faint scent. He only had to take a few giant steps to find the source, a tiny sand dune, closer to the shore. He nudged at it with his snout a couple times until an object emerged that gleamed in the sun. Blood spattered the blade of the hunting knife, blood that smelled just like Rhaenyra's, but it was the hilt that really drew his attention. That didn't smell like her at all, but oh, he certainly recognised it. What started as a growl soon rose to a roar, but this time, it was a call of vengeance. Great wings spread wide and Drogon leapt to the sky, the beginning of his reign of terror. Until his sister was avenged, all of this town would learn to fear his shadow in the sky.

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When Rhaenyra's eyes opened, it was past midday. At first she didn't recognise her surroundings, nor the uncomfortable surface she lay on, but then the hospital equipment came into view and her brain clicked together what must have happened. Speaking of her head, the second she tried to sit up, she was hit with a migraine so strong, she thought it might split her skull. She groaned, and a hand grabbed her arm gently. That's when she noticed the pain in her back. She may have been immune to fire, but she imagined this was what burning must feel like.

"You should be laying down." A familiar voice spoke, gentle but concerned. Regina.

"I'm fine." Rhaenyra ground out, eyes still squeezed shut against the pain.

"You're not." A moment passed, and suddenly, the burning in her temples was replaced with cool relief.

A sigh left her lips, and her eyes fluttered open just in time to see the magic leave Regina's fingertips. "I thought you weren't using magic." She said quietly, not meeting the woman's eyes.

"This was an exception." Regina told her, though her voice was still guilt-ridden.

"I told her she could fix you when you woke up." Henry piped up, catching his sister's attention. "If it was okay with you. You're pretty hurt."

Rhaenyra blinked, fingers brushing over her back. "Great." She finally looked her adoptive mother in the eye, and hesitated only a short moment before nodding. Regina's face flooded with relief, and seconds later, magic was mending the princess' back, leaving only a set of thin white lines behind. For a moment, the room was filled with a slightly tense silence. Then it wasn't. "Thank-" her voice was cut short by an enraged roar that had her heart racing. Drogon. "What the hell is going on??"

Regina stood, glancing nervously at the door. "Get dressed fast. It's easier to show you since no one else has any idea what's wrong with your dragon." As soon as they'd left the room, Rhaenyra was snatching up her clothes, rushing to get them on; ripped black jeans, boots, a burgundy tank top and a black leather jacket. With a snap of her fingers, her shortsword was slung over her shoulder in its sheath too. She took only a second to brush her fingers over the hook symbol etched into the hilt, a painful reminder of the person who made it for her. Brushing away the feeling, she jogged up to the front door, accompanying Regina and Henry outside.

Wind whipped her hair about as Drogon swooped low, roaring again. The streets were empty for the most part, likely in fear of the dragon overhead, but those who were still out proceeded to run screaming. The princess' connection with him was strong enough to know this was revenge. She'd been hurt, and he was hunting the one who'd dared to try it.

"He's been at it all day!" Regina shouted over the noise.

"And I know who he's after." Rhaenyra's voice was dark. They didn't have time to question her before she stepped out into the streets without doubt or fear. "Drogon!" he banked suddenly in the air, and she could feel his relief blossoming in her chest. He dove, wings flaring before he hit the ground to make for a slower, easier landing. He shook out the spikes along his neck with a snarl. "I know." she assured him. "Let's get the bastard."

A/N
Sorry I disappeared for a while, but I'm back for now. :)