Lost and Dead - a Wings of Fire FanFiction [Book 1/5 of The Corrupt Continent]

Chapter 2

The first thing that Frost thought was; Well, shit.

That was quickly backed up with; OOHH SHIITT.

King Alabaster was old - old, frail, and weak. There was no chance that he beat Amur. She'd have him dead in two shakes of a caribou's tail. Unless she wanted to draw it out; make herself look as strong as possible.

Frost suddenly felt a jab of empathy for his heartless grandfather. As much as they hated each other, Frost didn't want to see Alabaster suffer like his parents had. It was just cruel.

What was more cruel was making him watch.

He tried to slide away but Hoarfrost grabbed his elbow again.

"Don't leave, or Amur will have your head for breakfast," he hissed. "Go sit next to Snowdrift - she'll make sure that you're okay."

Frost nodded numbly and walked over to Snowdrift, Hoarfrost's wife and Amur's mother. She wrapped her wings around him silently and pulled him close to her chest. He let his head drop onto her shoulder and looked back at Amur.

A cruel smirk was etched across her face as Alabaster blinked nervously at her. He was clenching his talons, but doubt flashed across his eyes. He knew he couldn't win this fight.

At least give Amur something to remember you by.

"Do you accept or not?" Amur hissed.

Alabaster hesitated before he dipped his head. "I accept."

As soon as the words were out in the world, Amur pounced. She shot across the dias like a bullet and slammed into the king. They tumbled off the other edge of the platform, snarling and clawing at each other. A few drops of blood flew onto Frost's claws and he pressed himself closer to Snowdrift.

Amur stepped off of Alabaster long enough for him to drag himself back onto the dias. Frost flinched as he saw his grandfather's wounds. A long bleeding clawmark ran down his left arm, ending in a talon with too few claws. His tail had a wicked bite mark and his chestmane was torn and shredded.

With a screech that pierced the ears of every watching dragon, Amur charged and threw Alabaster to the ground. Standing on his chest, she ravaged his throat with her claws. Frost's breath caught in his throat as he saw the carnage. Suddenly she realed back, clutching her face and yelling. Frost realised that one of Alabaster's desperate claw attacks had scored her eye. Just as he was about to call out in triumph, Amur slammed her foot onto Alabaster's face, whipping his head sideways and snapping his neck.

The crunch echoed around the courtyard. No one seemed to be able to say anything, scared that the furious new queen would kill them too. Slowly Hoarfrost stepped forward. He gently placed his talons on Amur's shoulder's and guided her off of Alabaster's body. Turning her to face the crowd, he raised one of her talons as if it were a wrestling match.

"Behold, your new ruler!" he cried. "Queen Amur of the AlpineWings!"

The crowd erupted with cheers.

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"No, no no," Frost muttered, pacing around his room. "This can't be happening. No."

Mistral sighed from where she leaned on his doorframe. "Well, it is happening, so the sooner you wake up and accept reality, the sooner we can move on with our lives."

"No, I mean it literally can't be happening!" Frost said, spinning to face his wife-to-be. "Amur's not a part of the royal family!"

Mistral tilted her head, confused. "Uh, yeah, she is? She had a whole legitimating ceremony and everything?"