The Dragon Heir (BOOK#1)

CHAPTER 11

             ✨️The Serpentine.✨️

*Melike Pov*

The battle between us and the Emerald Serpent Kingdom raged fiercely. I led the legions alongside the mighty Aquilonian army. My heart pounded with determination as I sought vengeance against my wicked aunt, Delilah.

Once close confidantes, Delilah had betrayed everyone, seizing the Emerald Serpent Kingdom and casting an evil curse upon the land. My loyal dragons and I, soared through the smoky battlefield, our presence a beacon of hope for my beleaguered troops.

As the sun began to set, our search for Delilah led us to the opulent palace at the heart of the kingdom. Inside, we found our aunt engaged in a sinister ritual, preparing to unleash an ancient, unstoppable force.

Delilah cackled with glee as she spotted me. 'You cannot defeat me, niece. I have the power of the Emerald Serpent on my side.'

I drew my sword and charged, Flame roaring in support. The battle was brutal and unrelenting, each strike fueled by anger and desperation. I fought with all my might, but Delilah's wicked magic proved formidable.

Just when all hope seemed lost, Flame unleashed a torrent of dragonfire, engulfing Delilah in flames. The evil queen screamed as her body crumbled to dust, leaving behind only a charred husk.

Just as I was about to leave, a young man, his face pale with fear and his eyes filled with anguish, burst through the doorway. Aidan, Delilah's son, his loyalty to his mother eclipsing any sense of justice. With a roar of rage, he launched himself at Flame, his sword a glint of silver in the dim light.

The impact was brutal. Flame, caught off guard, roared in pain, his golden scales shimmering with the pain of the blow. I watched in horror as Aidan's blade found its mark, a thin line of blood staining the magnificent beast's flank.

'He's mine,' Aidan screamed, his eyes wild with grief and desperation. 'You killed my father, now you'll pay for my mother!'

Panic surged through my heart. I could not risk losing Flame.

With a heavy heart, I ordered the Aquilonian soldiers to take Flame to safety while I engaged my cousin in battle. Aiden proved to be a formidable opponent, his swordsmanship honed by years of training in the dark arts. The clash between me and Aiden was a dance of death, each parry and thrust potentially fatal.

But as the battle raged on, I realized that Aiden was not as heartless as his mother. A flicker of doubt danced in his eyes as he fought. With every strike, I could see the remnants of the good boy he had once been.

Finally, I disarmed Aiden. I stood over him, my sword pointed at his throat. The weight of our history pressed down upon me like an unbearable burden. Could I truly end the life of my cousin, even if he had aided my treacherous aunt?

Just when I felt she was wining, a new figure emerged from the shadows. Elara, Delilah’s daughter, her eyes glinting with a malevolent glee, joined the fray. She hurled a spell of paralyzing darkness towards me, striking her with agonizing force.

The world around me dissolved into a swirling black void. But then, a familiar voice pierced the darkness, 'Melike!'

Luke, my cousin, the rightful heir to the Serpent Kingdom, stood before me, his eyes filled with love and concern. He had escaped his prison with the help of loyal followers who believed in his right to rule. He had come to save me, to reclaim his throne, and to end Delilah's reign of terror.

The battle raged on, a whirlwind of steel and magic. I, energized by Luke's arrival, fought with renewed strength. Together, we faced Delilah’s children, our hearts filled with the fire of justice and the hope for a future free from Delilah's tyranny.