WREN Book Three Prince of Dragons

To fight fire...

The shock of what I had just seen, held me in place. The man I came to kill, was dead. The man I was named after had ended his life. Once more Kyain and Zyn saved our world. Well, not completely. We still had the witch. I felt as if she had been there, hiding, lurking behind the king's of Devonia for a very long time.

Not since the beginning. I knew that now. Pearlescent was here as a guardian. She was to protect the library, but also the land. She would serve only the rightful king, and me. Since she saw me as the lands guardian, just like her. I was never born to rule, never meant to wear a crown or sit upon a throne. My life was that of the land. I may have been born in a castle, but I was raised in a wry.

I laughed. The library was safe. There was no way the tree would be buried there. Pearlescent's lingering soul, would have destroyed it. Or my Quincy would have, the moment the beautiful dragon took up her place as the guardian of knowledge. I knew where the tree was!

Spinning in the air, I searched the skies for him. I didn't see him. His flame red dragon should be easy to see, but where was he, that little imp cousin of mine. I snickered. It was all coming together. Everything was working out. The life span of my friends, their love, their fighting spirit. It filled me like nothing I had ever known. They were all around me, filling me with their inner light. I sighed. Right, I sent him to search with Neffy and Cordgi.

'Ammedidon?' I called to his mind.

'Hmm?' He sounded a bit distracted.

'Where, exactly, in the arena where they killed?' I asked.

'Kinda of busy for that!' He growled at me.

'Just show me!' I demanded.

An image sprang to the boy's mind. It was a clear bright morning. He was forced into his best clothes. This always meant his father had something grandiose planned. It irritated the teen.

"Stop it, I need to breathe!" He wailed to the manservant tying up the back of his coat.

"You're posture is atrocious, good sir!" The manservant was non pulsed by his charges rudeness.

Ammedidon huffed, but said nothing more as he was given a fake sword. It was a sheath with only the hilt and a blade barely long enough to keep it inside the sheath. It was duller than a butter knife! He growled at seeing the "kids toy" as he so proclaimed it to be.

The manservant spun him around to look him over. He looked catching in the royal purple grab. The color of the current kings line. Ammedidon's dark blond hair flowed, a bit long, onto his shoulders. His bright blue eyes were dulled by the deep rich color of the jacket. He glared, but said nothing more to the man.

They marched, the servant respectfully, three steps behind the young teen, out to the guard house. From here, they made a sharp turn. Up some small, hidden, wooden steps, until he was announced to the awaiting crowd. Ammedidon stepped out into the king's box.

It was a lavishly decorated set of seats. Ambassador's, neighboring King's or Queen's along with whomever else his father was trying to impress, sat in cushioned seats behind the two large thrones. Ammedidon was placed into the throne on the right. It was slightly smaller, and a lot less decorated than the kings.

His father was always the last to walk out. The man wasn't tall. He held himself to his fullest height, attempting to show his status over all others. He sat next to the crown prince, who looked like he wished to murder half the crowd, due to being forced here.

The gates opened. A young dragon was led inside in chains. It was a water dragon, in its natural form. Their head was yanked down, unable to even look upon its accuser. Next to them a small waif of a knight walked in similar chains. His rich brown hair shaved, unevenly, along his head. They were escorted before the king.