Eclipse of the Moon

Chapter Nine

The back of Flarius' throat sparked, as a hiss of fire came barrelling out of his mouth and aimed at Waves, as he howled in pain and stepped back. It wasn't a very clever move, as Flarius could not get up, he was hopeless.

The scent of charred scales lingered around the battlegrounds as Waves shook off the pain, struggling to do so. He snarled and lashed his claws down at Flarius, his talons extending dangerously.

"Seems as though it's your fate too," Flarius said, reaching his talons forward towards his chest, and stabbing him with them, the wounds sinking into his scales. Waves shook his head in surprise and quickly jabbed Flarius in the heart, but he wasn't in a stage to enjoy watching his enemy die slowly, he had to get to safety if there was any.

Stepping back, he tried to launch off of the ground to command his army but failed miserably, his wings tearing as he fell to the floor again. He rose to his talons, spit back in Flarius' direction and approached a building weakly, limping to his slow heartbeat.

His wings crumpled as he tripped down to the ground with a snort, resting his head on one of the crumbled castle pieces. The roof above him was starting to crash but he couldn't do anything but rest and think of a way to get himself up.

In the faint distance he could see the blurry figure of a huge dragon leaping off of the balcony and into the sky, becoming a faint maroon dot in the distance. His breaths were heavy, and he had to focus on them to keep breathing. The castle shook around him as he lay, his wing folded back in a strange position. It was surely broken.

"Where are my second and third in command when I need them?" he groaned, still configuring a plan to escape this dreaded fate. Waves thumped his tail on the ground, as it swished slowly and curled inwards, crippled.

He could feel an aching pain in his head as he closed his eyes, darkness crowding his vision once again. For once, the strongest king of all was helpless, and he didn't like it.

He laid down in silence for a while, but his thoughts were far from that. They were buzzing around his head and stinging him repeatedly.

A sharp pain hit his temple as small particles of dust danced around his face, he shivered and glared up at the huge brick that had fell on his head and broke into tiny little pieces, tumbling down his snout. They perched in the crevices of his scales, as he grumbled to himself.

And then, suddenly, out of the darkness crept a solemn figure who appeared to have dark purple eyes that shone through the blackness. The figure had a thin body build, and seemed to have Jade's posture. His eyes twinkled in the darkness, as he slipped from the shadows and stepped into the light.

"Oh, look who it is, just the one I wanted to see in a time like this..." Waves said whilst rolling his eyes.

The dragon snorted with a huff, as he took another step closer. He appeared to have pure black scales that glittered like diamonds, reflecting off of the walls. "Uh huh," he growled with his eyes narrowed.

Waves moved around, trying to clear some of the debris and rubble that had fallen onto him, but failed doing so. "Well, what do you want?" he asked with an annoyed expression on his face.

"I'll be taking your throne," the dragon shrugged and gestured his claws. His dark purple eyes slowly started to fade into a deep grey, or so it seemed.

"Hah, you have a good sense of humor, but now is not the time to joke, you couldn't even lead a parade." Waves joked, thinking that surely someone like he would horribly fail trying to lead a kingdom.

"Being the distant nephew of Suntrap, I'd dare to differ from your opinion." his voice was crisp and clear, as he leaned forwards to observe the weakened dragon before him.