The Uniting Kingdoms Prophecy
Traitors dance in dark and day,
Over death your bed not lay,
World not wake to see an heir,
As they sleep you are not there,
Come together near and far,
Both for virtue and for harm,
Come the crown at break of day,
To serve 'till dusk, then go away,
Wind the clock tighter and tighter,
As time runs out, the faster you'll tire,
Treason runs like a tight-wrought wire,
Above all else, seek the Wings of Fire,
Woe to those whom grief and plight
Life holds strong but Death takes flight
Join your talons, join the fight
For all that's scared,
the Kingdoms must Unite
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Reference:
Tails — part of measuring system, originally invented by a Nightwing monarch, who had a rather large tail. There are 9 Finks in a Tail. For scavengers, a Fink is approximately 5 decimetres (50 centimetres, 1.64 feet)
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"You had best not mess this up," slithered the voice in the dark.
"You underestimate me, darling," she replied.
"Remember the consequences then. Both of you," they hissed dangerously, "You wouldn't want her hurt, now would you, Little Red Riding Hood?"
Her. He remembered the day they took her. He came home and she was just gone. All that remained was a little note containing a big threat.
He shifted silently, uncomfortably. They hated it when the leader called them that, but they obviously couldn't voice their opinion.
How he wished he had never discovered these dragons.
"No," he said finally.
"Good."
The female dragon entwined her tail with 'Little Red Riding Hood,' and they allowed it, this once.
The leader cleared his throat, his oily voice pouring into both dragon's ears.
"Now I heard a pretty little rumour that our target might have some spawn coming along in a few months or so. I want that to be taken care of as well, if it turns out to be true," he hissed dangerously, "I don't care who does it, but if it's not done, you both will suffer."
"And their spouse?" cooed the dragon beside him calmly.
It could not be seen in the dark, but he felt it, the boss's cold, malicious smile, he felt down to his very bones.
"Do whatever you see fit."
He knew what this meant. If you're smart, make everything their fault.
Every inch of him was screaming, begging him not to do this, to run away, to back out, but it was too late now. They already had her.
He would deeply regret this.
"Keep your eyes on the prize. You're here for a reason. Follow through and we'll all get what we want," sneered their commander.
He wanted his old life back.
They wanted revolution.
They were not the same.
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