King Edward (Ed Sheeran)

Edward II

Footsteps rang out, and one of my eyes opened. The scent of human flesh filled my nose, but lucky for my trespassers, I had eaten earlier. I was not in any more to deal with the two who had come to slay me, but I figured I could burn them to ashes, then go about my day. Both my eyes opened and I looked over my knees at my new boots. They were new, and I did not want to ruin them.

"I do not think the dragon is here," the girl, whom I had learned was Emerson, said quietly, but not quiet enough. I could feel her warmth, even though the large castle. Right beside her was the love struck fool who had followed her to the death it seemed, just to earn her trust: my own son, Edward. If she was not such a stubborn and scorned girl, she would've simply married him and cared for her brother for as long as time allowed her. But humans were never satisfied with what they had.

Dissatisfaction was the reason why the sons of King Andrew the First had gotten increasingly close to my territory. The present King, whomever that was, I had not any interest in their kind, has insisted on obtaining every bit of land within five feet of my castle. I was going to let him, too, until I burned ever single town and every village he had under his name until he realized what he was doing wrong.

My overgrown hair brushed my shoulders as I leaned over, trying to decided if I should let them get a look at me before I burnt them to ashes. Years ago Yelda had admit that she was going betray me, and she had, but I wished her no harm. She brought me all the joy I would ever have in life.

Hoping that they might turn around, I sat for a moment, removing my boots, but they continued forth. I pushed them from the side with my foot, then stood up. First, my wing shredded my clothing, extending outward, and the rest of my body began its change. It hurt, badly, but when I was my only company, I got a bit weary of seeing myself as a overgrown serpent. I missed the man I was was, and I missed the woman who had loved that man, but all that remained of the two were ashes that were locked up in the church.

I fell forward onto my hands, which had grown into claws. A hiss escaped my lips, and the sound of boots scraping into my clean floor angered me farther. Why did they insist on coming into my home and making a bloody mess?

"Something just called me," Edward gasped. His fear was thick, and I breathed it in. Heavens knew that I didn't want to kill my own son, but he was prepared to kill me, so either way, one of us were dying. I would rather he do it.

"That's funny, I did not hear anything call you, but I heard something call me." Emerson informed him. They turned the corner, the girl with her back towards me, and myself facing my way.

Myself?

Edward the second had the exact same vibrant hair and jewel blue eyes I had. His face was mine, only on a different man, and it frightened me beyond words. I was the biggest and most powerful thing on land, however, so I did not stay afraid for long.

"Emerson, Edward, so glad I could finally meet you two." I say, keeping my belly low to the ground. Emerson spun around quickly, and the look on her face was one of fear, then determination.

In some ways, as reminded me of my Mirabelle, and that I hated about her. The thick dark hair, even her eyes. Right behind her was myself, ready go into battle with her. It pained me to have to kill them, but brought me great pleasure at the same time.

I took a reluctant step back, but couldn't let them take my throne, the last place I had, the last place that was close to the last thing I loved. Reconsidering my move, in set my foot down and decided that if I was going to die, I was going to accept my fate, but I was not leaving her without a fight.

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