We're Not Evil, Just Betrayed

Chapter Eleven, A Fallen King

Sky stumbled backwards over his own two feet, suddenly afraid of the creature before him. The violet creature seemingly rose, it's posture turning upright. A heavy air of authority and power settled over them as the creature breathed, heat pulsing through the area every time the dragon exhaled. He hadn't noticed before, but the obsidian had expanded upwards, higher and higher through the roofs of it where most of the other cells would have ended with a ceiling. The cell was just as wide as Bajans and Jeromes cell, however the cell he was currently in was taller. The head of the violet dragon leaned towards Sky, making him scoot backwards again before he shut his eyes tightly, concentrating to try and teleport out of the cell, only for a wave of pain to wash over him, making him cry out in agony as something shifted in the darkness in front of him. The walls had been enchanted to prevent teleportation.

               Sky remained silent after his small outburst, half expecting to be devoured instantly by the obsidian scaled creature but instead, the atmosphere relaxed slightly. The air cooled down and he could feel his breath returning. The heavy breathing as well of the sense of authority and power lessened although they did not fade. He finally dared to open his eyes, meeting the stilted violet eyes once again. A smirk had settled over the new person standing before him, razor sharp fangs proudly displayed as if to dare anyone to test it's might. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Skybrine" the man said, his voice sounded like a snarling dragon however, the language was recognizably English.

                He was tall, taller than Bajan had been. He owned chestnut brown hair, bangs dyed with glowing purple. His pupils were vertical and colored black, the rest of the orbs a glowing violet. Two horns sprouted from the top of his head, growing out of his hair and extending half a meter above him, curved so it could easily pierce through metal, though apparently not obsidian. His skin was a light peach, unlike most of those he had encountered who had been pale. Violet scales dotted his hands and arms like a glove, reaching down to his elbows. His fingers curved into sharpened claws, ready to shred anything if he had the need to. He wore no shirt, white shreds scattered across the floor was evident to what had happened when he morphed. Fortunately, he did wear a pair of grey pants, several holes embedded into it but were otherwise fine. He bore no shoes either so his feet which were extremely similar to dragons hind claws were revealed, the sharpened tips digging into the cracks of the obsidian floor. A purple tail lay behind him, coiled around his left leg and the end of it lay a distance in front of him. Two wing flaps extended from the tip of the tail and sharp spikes grew out of his back, traveling down to the end of his tail. Two large violet wings sprouted from his back, spread out behind him, revealing the shredded ends of the light purple wing web.

               His scars and battle wounds were on full display, the only blood that was on him was coating his claws and fangs, signalling the only injuries that he had seen were the ones on his opponents. "Enderlox" the man introduced himself with only his name, his head slightly tilted before he folded his wings together, pressing them against his back. "What's wrong ? You seem pale" he asked, his tilt furthered before he stood upright again. "Mute" he decided before he suddenly was sitting down, a swirl of violet particles around them. That was the only time Sky realized he had settled into a sitting position in front of Enderlox. His forked tongue slithered over one of his fangs, coating it with saliva before he leaned forward, his head propped up on his hand and his elbow pressed against his shin as he sat crossed legged.

'You've done something again, haven't you ? You smell like you've watched someone wither away. WitherMu, wasn't it ? You've escaped and found him' Enderlox's voice echoed through his mind. Sky remained silent for a moment. How did he find out about that from the scent of Withering ? 'How did you get into my mind' He asked, staring at the violet dragon. 'You've acquired a boat and a way of escape, yet you know nothing about the prisoners around, nothing about the safest ways out or how many guards there are. You cannot lead without these bits of information. They will not follow' Enderlox said, ignoring his question.

               "It may be just a title to most but it's a form of respect. I control the inmates of this prison and I have no trouble handing it over to someone more capable, someone more stable than I am. Someone who can guide those to a safe haven" Enderlox said, though Sky couldn't see a sign of inferiority or weakness on him. "Tell me. How will you spread a message with all those guards around ? Simply starting it tomorrow won't do any good" he grinned again as Sky seemingly stared at him with slight disbelief. He had, not only the ability to read what one was thinking but he could also take over a persons mind.

               'Why had you not lead these people off the island' Sky questioned him mentally, earning a strong sense of depression from Enderlox before he shifted his bangs to the side, revealing a large hidden scar and several stitches weaving around his forehead like a crown. It seemed to go around his entire head, as if something had chopped off half of his head off. Then, he made a small 'tsk' sound before letting go of his hair. "Once a king falls, so does his people" he claimed, covering the scar. It was a miracle that he still had his head.