Serpent Queen

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Alyssa stared down at the bones in front of her, half-mortified, half-relieved.

"Dragon bones," She said to her sister Ashlena, "Fresh ones too."

Her sister peered up at her after a few short moments of examining the ash-coated bones.

"What side do you think this one was on?" She asked Alyssa, as if Alyssa would be able to answer based on some crisped bones.

"I couldn't care less if I'm being honest, I'm just shocked that whoever did this didn't bother to clean up their mess."

Ashlena nodded her head in agreement, standing up from the crouched position that she was in. She dusted her hands against her pants, glancing around quizzically. Alyssa noticed her sister's perplexed expression, following her sister's green eyes around the forest with her own green ones.

When she didn't see anything that could've possibly confused Ashlena, she inquired. Ashlena shook her head while chewing on her bottom lip. Her anxious eyes connected with Alyssa's, glossing over ever so slightly.

"What if it's a warning?"

Alyssa let out a crass snort.

"We're in a never ending war, of course it's a warning."

And though Alyssa seemed calm and collected on the outside, really she was a hot mess. She didn't want to express it in hopes of calming her openly panicked younger sister. Ashlena wasn't much younger than Alyssa, only by about ten years. But relatively speaking, when you're over a thousand years old, a couple of years doesn't make a huge difference.

Regardless, Alyssa had always put on the older-sister front. And she had no intentions of stopping. But she worried about what this war was going to do. She worried that she would actually have to act, that she would have to come out of the shadows in order to keep her sister safe.

And though both of the women had flown under the radar for years, the number of dragon-human hybrids, or Draca's, being killed was increasing. The already slim number of Draca's left was dwindling by the day.

The numbers weren't nearly as good as they used to be.

It had been over a millennium since the dragon empire. When hundreds upon thousands of the half-human, half-dragon hybrid beasts soared through the skies, their powers were endless. No entity alone could match them.

No mortal alone could end them.

On top of their already established immortality, the dragon hybrids were unstoppable. Or so they thought. Tired of having to bow down to their much stronger counterparts, mere mortals found that the Draca's could in fact be killed.

They banded together in armies larger than anyone had ever seen and within a few short years almost every Draca had been killed. The ones that weren't killed fled, dispersing throughout the world. The majority of them remained hidden for the time being.

Some continued to procreate, determined to continue and rebuild the legacy that once was.

But even with their best efforts, it was never enough. Almost every Draca from the dragon empire was dead.

But not Alyssa Craven. Not the Emerald Queen or so she was called. She was the oldest and largest hybrid left alive. And though Ashlena was barely younger than her, her dragon was nowhere near comparable to Alyssa's. No one's was.