Eclipse of the Moon

Chapter Six

Arriving at the gates, Cielast took a deep breath and tried to act as civilized as possible. Surprisingly, there were no guards at the gateway, it seemed quite odd to her... She stared at the bridge suspiciously and stepped closer, being careful not to attract any unwanted attention.

She walked into the hall, trying to find her way to the king. Though she didn't know where to go, she navigated through the tall hallways. Her eyes veered left and right, looking for anyone who may be there. Nobody, it was all so suspicious...

She didn't remember it being a ghost town, from what she had looked at from far away when her mother took her for rides... It used to be all so lively. She continued to look for the others, thinking that they may be gone... It was so unusual.

"Hmm..." she tapped her talons against her chin and slowly approached the next hallway. Still... Nobody. And it was all too silent. She then wheeled around to face the entrance again, poking her head out to see if anyone was out that entrance.

In the far distance were orange and red dragons all crowded around something...? But what was it? Her mind pondered on that question for quite a while before she decided to figure out what all the fuss was about.

As she continued to pace the ground slowly, an orange dragon whirled around to stare at her, tears were slowly dripping down his snout. He was a tough dragon with broad shoulders and a frown of agony stretched across his face. "Who are you?" he barked, peering over his shoulder anxiously.

She decided not to tell her real name, just in case they may have known or were after her for some reason. "My name is Nerunik," she lied with a nod and a nervous grin.

The dragon snorted with a nod, and turned back towards the scene... There appeared to be a pale yellowy orange dragon laying there, she had jewels aligning her neck and anklets grappled around her ankles. Her eyes were deep green that resembled to Cielast's. Her eyes widened as she saw the king... Flarius... he was so close but he couldn't do anything, not now... Unless this was the plan to attack... Castien would be on her tail by then, wouldn't he?

Her heart started to pound as she gazed upon the crown atop Flarius' head that glittered in the sunlight, the blistering sunrays beating down on everyone. Cielast had no idea of what was going on, and she began to feel guilty about telling the fake name... Shaking her head, she walked forwards more, struggling to figure out what was going on.

"My beautiful Fyriah..." whispered Flarius at the ground as he closed his eyes tightly with a sob. Tears were trickling down both sides of his snout with a sniffle, as he laid his talons gently on her warm scales that had many wounds torn through her lower back.

Cielast waited for the right moment to speak, "Um... W-what happened here?" she asked the crowd, her wings drooping to her sides with a frown. "The queen was murdered," growled a dragon who glared over at her with a suspicious expression pasted on his face.

"By who?" she replied slowly, still confused as to what was going on, she was angry with sadness. "We don't know," muttered the same dragon with a deep tone to his voice. He seemed to suspect that she had murdered their beloved queen.

Cielast stopped, looking at him as she stepped closer to the queen, and sat down as she gazed upon her corpse, lowering her head down in sadness.

Flarius glanced up at her in agony, his mind was scrambled as if it were an egg. His crown slowly slid to the front of his head as he bowed in respect.

Cielast then had an idea... What if she could convince them to set a trap up for Castien and then finally take care of this situation once and for all? A whole kingdom versus a bunch of dimwits would surely be an easy battle.