King Beast - Vicious Flames

Chapter 13

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When the scene disappeared, I found myself kneeling beside the carriage. My trembling hand found tears all over my face.

"I will tell Zerberus!"

"Do so, infant." A giggle that gave me the creeps followed, "Do you think I care?"

"I-"

"Hush now. Every beast and lords in the thousand beast-doms will soon know that the Dragon Lord, the Ajdaho, woke up." The voice of this unbelievable small figure dimmed to a rasp, "They'll be all coming for you, yes, all of them, since you are still an o'rdak." A what?

"We have to leave before that cause disruption to the Ajdaho. He is too busy for this, you should know better." If I had known any profanity. I would have used it against this pestilence. And the Lord was too busy? Top busy for me?!

"Now, get in the coach before you waste more of my smoke, o'rdak." The figure shoved me through the door and followed me inside, floating, and settled on the seat opposite me as if nothing happened.

Great. I had to share my air with the hooded pestilence.

The Ajdaho, Zerberus, can go to hell. Or paradise, considering he lived in a sort of hell already.

Two more soldiers joined us, settling on either side of me. Double great. They smelled of rotten tuna.

My tongue had tied.

I crossed my arms and peered outside.

Darkness. Darkness everywhere I looked.

A ripple of curiosity spread through me until a flow of questions untied the knot.

"Who are you?"

"Not a pestilence, until today at least." The voice answered with a scowl.

I blushed but refused to apologise.

"So the other beasts will want to hurt me?" I asked my next question.

"They will want to eat you." The hooded pestilence corrected me.

I shuddered. "Oh is that better?"

"Your flesh will not be wasted."

I huffed and slumped back on the cushioned seat, then hissed in pain. I had hurt my knees when this thing made me fell.

Oh, I couldn't wait to tell Zerberus. And to see this thing burn.

"What's an o'rd..." I tried to remember the pronunciation.

"O'rdak. A duckling." The voice came from somewhere in that black hood. "Dragling."

"What's that?"

The small figure turned, the pointy hood faced outside as the covered arms crossed over the covered chest.

Okay!

I stopped the urge to show my tongue.

"Baby dragon." One of the soldiers had whispered. "Dragling is a baby dragon, my princess."

"Thank you, Sir." I smiled sweetly at the soldier. He avoided my eyes though.

Time passed.

The silence continued.

I almost dozed off when the small, hooded figure, until then as still as a statute of some unidentified judgmental entity, shifted. Two blue orbs shone for such a fleeting moment that I thought I might as well have imagined them.