Ruthless 🗡️/ Fourth Wing

Chapter~26

Arrax was the first to greet me in the flight field Xadens big blue dragon behind him.

"Tell me" I said ive seen the change the way the other dragons bow there heads the way they look at me and submit. I here them in my mind. The way the talk.

"Nora Cyra Freysson You are not ready"

"Nyke, nora cyra freysson, se tala hen cade freysson, se se mōrī descendant hen bēsīmonāzma. Lēda each dekuragon mazeman, nyke rigle se ground gōvilagon nyke, keskydoso ground soaked lēda se ānogar hen ñuha forebears. Nyke geron lēda se weight hen pōja sacrifices bē ñuha shoulders. Ñuha father's perzys iksis ñuha perzys, zȳhon struggles issi ñuha struggles. Se sepār hae ziry gōntan, kesan vīlībagon naejot ensure bona se perzyssy hen bēsīmonāzma dōrī morghūljagon syt bisa iksis ñuha tegun"--- I, Nora Cyra Freysson, the daughter of Cade Freysson, and the last descendant of the rebellion. With each step I take, I honor the ground beneath me, the same ground soaked with the blood of my forebears. I walk with the weight of their sacrifices upon my shoulders. My father's fire is my fire, his struggles are my struggles. And just as he did, I will fight to ensure that the flames of rebellion never die for this is my land

Sgaeyl bows her head as she is in not only mine but Arraxs head "She knows"

A tongue of a dialect only spoken between the dragons and the royal. A dialect that has not been spoken in a hundred years since Crya had fallen the last mother of dragons a language only spoken by the blood line.

"I put it together it took me time but I figured it out and you" I point to Arrax " and you did not tell me"

"And now, you must lead," Arrax interrupts gently, his voice rumbling with authority. "You are not just a survivor. You are the heir to a line of fire. Your blood is the same as Cyra's. And the dragons are with you. We have waited for this moment—for you to see what we see, to understand the connection between us."

I swallow hard, my heart hammering in my chest. The weight of his words presses on me like a stone, but beneath it, there's something else—a spark of recognition. A spark of something I can't ignore.

"Cyra..." I murmur, the name falling from my lips like a prayer. "The Mother of Dragons. She was the last one, wasn't she? The last to hold the bond. The last to lead the dragons."

"She was," Sgaeyl confirms. "And now, it is you. You are the next, Nora."

The words echo in my mind, but they don't quite sink in. "How am I supposed to lead? I don't even know what I'm doing half the time." My voice shakes, but I force myself to meet Arrax's gaze. "How can I be what you want me to be? What if I fail?"

For the first time, Arrax steps closer, his immense form towering over me, but his presence feels different—gentle, almost protective.

"You will not fail," he says, his voice a steady calm that soothes the storm inside me. "You have the blood of rebels, of fire, of dragons. You carry the strength of your forebears. You will lead because you must. And because you are ready. The dragons are not just beasts to be ridden; we are your companions. Your partners."

I take a shaky breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions inside me. "And what if I don't want this? What if I don't want to be the next Mother of Dragons? What if I don't want the burden of the rebellion on my shoulders?"

"You will want it," Arrax says softly. "Because it is not a burden. It is your destiny."

I stare at him, my thoughts tangled. I can feel the fire deep inside me, thrumming in my veins, but now it feels like more than just heat. It feels like power. Like a calling. And as terrifying as it is, it's also something I can't turn away from.

Sgaeyl's voice joins mine, this time not just in my mind but in the air around us, as if the very world is speaking with her. "You are the flame now, Nora Cyra Freysson. And the flames of rebellion, of freedom, will follow you".

"This needs to stay between us," I said, my voice firm but edged with a hint of desperation. The weight of the revelation was still heavy on my shoulders, and I wasn't ready to face the world—let alone the humans or the other dragons.

Arrax's massive head tilted, the golden hue of his eyes unwavering as he met my gaze. "Any other dragon will be able to smell you from a mile away. It is too late for that. They have known for some time." His voice is like a low rumble beneath the earth, steady and unyielding, but there's something softer in it—something almost sympathetic. "The dragons' loyalty lies strong, though."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into the palms of my hands as I fought the growing unease inside me. "No. No humans will know then." I said it like a command, but the truth of the matter was I was trying to convince myself just as much as I was trying to convince him.

"They scare me more than any dragon could," I added, my words coming out more vulnerable than I intended. "They wield swords, they know where I sleep. They have eyes everywhere." The thought of those cold, calculating eyes—the ones that watch me from the shadows of court, from the high towers of the castle—made my stomach churn.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of my own breathing and the occasional rustle of Arrax's massive wings. His golden eyes never wavered, always assessing, always weighing my every word.

I swallowed, my throat dry, and continued, "Xaden will not know about this." The words came out harsher than I intended, like a vow more than a request.

Sgaeyl snarls "He will find out no need to keep that from him fireheart"

"He will not find out by you" I say and began my trek back to the college.