The Dragon Prince

Long Live the Queen

Alyssa

Timothy gripped my arm tightly as he dragged me through the halls. As we walked, I could hear the sound of fighting outside. And by the look on Tim's face, something was going on.

Vincent, I sense you. But I can't feel you, damn these cuffs. My body ached, but I couldn't give up without a fight, especially if the slightest chance of help was coming. "Tell me, Timothy. You say you are doing this to cure Dragon Communion for your father, but you know deep down a cure doesn't exist; why are you doing this?" I asked him.

"Now, you are interested to ask?" Timothy scoffed.

"I believe I asked before," I crossed my arms.

"While also trying to blast my face off," Tim growled.

"You had that coming! Can't you see that Elijah's plans are delusional?" I yelled.

"You think I want to spend my life living in a mortal world, always hiding who I am? That time I spent spying on you was the worst years of my life. I was never able to be who I was, faking feelings and interest. I mean I thought it would be better when I would get into your pants before your true mate did, but you kept ignoring me!"

"Sorry honey, you aren't my type," I rolled my eyes.

"At least some of our old friends didn't feel the same way. Do you remember Miranda?" Tim smiled.

Flashes of my old life came crashing down. Miranda was my only friend before I was captured. Something about the look in his eyes gave me shivers. "What did you do to Miranda?" I growled.

"I wasn't planning on doing anything, but Miranda caught me doing something no one was supposed to see. So she had to go; it's a shame as she was pregnant with my child," Tim shrugged.

"You killed Miranda!?" I gasped.

"Yeah, of course, I killed her," Tim nodded.

"You bastard!" I was so angry that my vision blurred. I was still weak from yesterday's fight, but somehow, I found the extra strength. I kicked my leg out, but unfortunately, it only hit Tim's thigh. He grunted, but right after, his knee met my stomach. The force of the kick knocked the air out of my body, and I fell to the ground.

"Why do you keep fighting?" Timothy grunted. "Miranda's death is on you, you know,"

"How the fuck is that my fault?" I breathed heavily.

"If you would have just given into your feelings towards me, I could have taken you away without anyone noticing, and you would bear my mark. I killed my mate because I wanted you! Hell, even your mother might still be alive,"

My breathing was under control again, and I stood up slowly. Everything suddenly clicked. Timothy must have followed me into the forest when I had my manifestation that night. That's why they arrived as soon as I shifted. "Leave my mother out of this!" I growled.

"Or what? What are you going to do?" Timothy mocked.

I felt the Draconite collar around my neck, reminding me that Dahlia and my powers were bound.

"Why don't you see that dragons aren't supposed to be the submissive species? The Moon Goddess made us in her image; she made us powerful! We are the rightful rulers of this planet, not them!" Timothy declared to me.

"That's not what the Goddess wanted us to do; she created dragons to protect Earth, to protect magic! Dominating the Earth is just the opposite of what the Moon Goddess wanted for us, and Elijah is no better, as he is doing what the Elves did so many years ago. Elijah has done nothing but caused a civil war between the magical world!" I huffed. "You're crazy, just like Elijah,"