Royal SeaWing prisoner

Chapter 14

As the sun beat down on the arena, the tension was palpable. The air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and sweat as the crowd eagerly awaited the start of the tournament. The SandWing queen, Sahara, stood tall and proud atop her throne, her scales glistening like gold in the light. She surveyed the scene before her, her piercing gaze lingering on each of the competitors. "So, King North of the IceWings," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I give you the honor to kill this worthless lizard." North stood up, nodding gravely as he accepted the challenge. He followed the guards who carried Anole outside, where the young SandWing lay bound and helpless. With a flick of their tails, they tossed Anole into the center of the battlefield. "You have no right to kill me!" Anole yelled at his opponent, his eyes flashing with anger. But North just smiled coldly. "This is not a trial, little one," he sneered. "It is a execution. And I am the judge, jury, and executioner." With a fierce cry, North charged forward, his claws extended and ready to strike. The stadium erupted into chaos as the other dragons watched in horror and excitement. The court dragons cheered and jeered, their voices echoing off the walls of the arena. Sahara gazed upon North, her piercing eyes narrowing as she studied him with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. He was a strange creature, unlike any other SandWing she had ever encountered. His scales were a mottled mix of brown and gray, and his wings were stained with what appeared to be dark, sticky substances. But it was his eyes that truly set him apart - they burned with a fierce determination that seemed almost otherworldly. "So, you're the one who thinks they can just waltz into our territory and expect us to listen to their demands," Sahara said, her voice low and menacing. "I must admit, I am intrigued. What could possibly make you think we would surrender to your will?" North took a step forward, his claws digging deep into the sand as he prepared to unleash his deadliest attack. "No, please!" Anole begged, cowering. "Don't kill me! You don't understand!" But North was beyond reason. His anger and frustration boiled over, and he let out a mighty roar as he summoned forth his killing ice breath. The frosty air shot out from his mouth, sending waves of chill winds crashing against the SandWing's wing. "You should have thought of that before all this," North snarled, his teeth bared in fury. "You know there is still a Skywing waiting to be saved by an Animus at the Sky Kingdom." Sahara raised an eyebrow, her interest piqued. She had heard rumors of such a creature, but she never thought she would actually meet one. And now, here it was, standing before her, daring to challenge her authority. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism. "Then perhaps you can explain why you think we should care about some lost Skywing when you are trespassing on our land and threatening our way of life?"