8: Darken, The Fall of The Great Dragon

Chapter One: A Mysterious Guest. (Alexandria)

it has been two years since the death of my son, Aaron; caused by the whore who stole my family away. Two years of wishing i had done differently, not even being able to feel what i had done. it was a good thing i could not feel it, i know the old me was a weak and feeble person who had no business with the type of over i have. 

i sat upon my throne, now surrounded in the bones of those who had turned on me, those who dared try to stand in my way. None could oppose me now, none dared to try. i have now fully taken over my rightful kingdoms of Drakaria and El'gorin; but Ignisfatia remained in the hands of my ungrateful son, Althaeon. 

Althaeon has now taken on my traitor husband's last name of Heartfire and has amassed an army of those who wished to see me dead. even my closest and dearest friends had abandoned me. 

I was truly alone, with only my three daughters for company; yet even they attempted to halt my actions. Therefore, they now reside in my dungeons, where I can ensure their safety; the very dungeons where I endured torture at the hands of my own father during my younger years.

The doors to my throne room swung open, and five figures entered and knelt before me. They all wore hooded robes, one black and the rest a yellow color. 

"Great Dragon." the leader spoke. "i am Xandros Maharesh, leader of the the cult of the dragon."

"And what does that have to do with me?" I asked, holding the gem of the king in my hand, twirling it between my fingers. 

"Because we believe you can usher in a new era with your great powers," he said calmly, as if the thought of fear was foreign to him. "we believe that the Great Dragon has the power to rule this world and we wish to assist you with this."

"are you aware that the very gods themselves wish to end my life in just three more years?" i asked them, not hiding the fact. "and that any who follow me may face that same fate?"

"we are." he answered. "but we still wish to stand by your side and help you defeat those very gods." 

"and how do i know that you are not trying to deceive me?" i asked as i crossed my legs. 

"because i brought you a gift, oh great one." he smiled up at me and stood, giving his hands one quick clap. 

another figure in a yellow hooded cloak walked into the room, pulling a person behind them. this person wore a black hood, covering their whole head and a plain black outfit. their hands were bound in front of them with a thick rope. 

i stood from my throne and stepped down the seven steps to stand in front of the prisoner. The one who was holding them forced them onto their knees.

i pulled the hood from their head... Carlisle. 

My oldest and dearest friend and former royal designer, the human turned fairy; Carlisle Bellissimo stared up at me, his mouth bound with rope. i took my finger, nail as sharp as a razor and cut the rope from his mouth, nicking his flawless face in the process. 

"what are you doing here Carlisle?" i asked him.

"Alexandria." he spoke softly, "i came here to talk to my dearest friend. you need to listen to me, please, this cult is not here to help you."

"they seem to be doing a rather good job at helping me though." i smiled down at him. "your on the top of the list of those who betrayed me, those who are to die."

"Please, friend, do not do this." he pleaded. "once you regain your emotions, you will regret it."

"good thing i do not attend to regain them then." i walked back up the stairs to my throne then turned back to Carlisle.

i summoned my bow to my hand, its silver-white color glistening. i pulled an arrow from the quiver that had appeared on my back and nocked it.

"Alexandria, i beg you." Carlisle's eyes filled with tears. "i have a child now with my husband, do not take me away from them."

"If you did not wish to die, then you should never have come here," I declared. Pulling the arrow back on my bow, I placed my hand against my cheek, aimed for his heart, and released. "Good bye dear friend." 

Blood filled Carlisle's mouth as he looked at me with so much hurt in his brown eyes before he collapsed to the ground.  

"Why wouldn't you use your formidable powers to kill him?" inquired Xandros.

"Because, I killed my bastard of a father with a bow and arrow. If i had going to kill someone I once considered to be my friend, It would be my hand." I said, glaring holes into the cultist's soul. "Question me like this again, and you will see first hand what I could've done to him."

"But why? you could have made such a bigger impact if you just......" one of the yellow robes begun before i snapped my finger and turned his body inside out, blood staining all the yellow robbed figures nearby. 

"i do as i please when i please." i warned them, "any other questions?" none spoke up. "good, i will allow you to serve me, but remember who is in charge here."