The Dragon's Heir [Beta][Complete]

Chapter Fifteen - Unedited

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Chapter Fifteen

I turn around to the sound, my black hair flying wildly around as I watch Kaloua and Nadi combining their elements on the cage, making the metal both red hot and ice cold, forcing it to buckle and break. Nadi is first out and is a raging flame - literally. Her scales are covered in blue hot flames, dancing and flickering, making the entire cave glow brightly. Then Kaloua follows, his scales forming icicles over them. They both snarl with anger and Christian runs over to Nadi, jumping on her back,

"Quick Belle, get to Kaloua and lets go!"

I look to Snow, who is kneeling limply beside the King, knowing that there is no hope for her. The King kicks her hard in the stomach, yelling, "Kill them, you pathetic excuse for a witch!"

I expect her to fight back at the witch comment, but she just lays still. Arthur snaps and draws his sword, pointing it at her neck, "Kill. The. Dragons."

Snow narrows her eyes and turns her head to the King, spitting at him, "I don't take orders from you, I take orders from her." She nods towards me, "She is meant to wear that silly crown."

I don't think I've ever seen as much anger in anyone as I did in that moment, because the next thing Arthur did was swing his sword up, prepared to strike it right at Snow's neck. A mix of fear and shock pauses through me as I try to think of something to do in the few seconds I have. I push my legs forward as hard as I can, forcing my body towards the King with as much force as I can, knocking him to the ground.

Once he is on the floor, I kick his sword away, panting hard from the sudden use of a lot of energy. I stand shakily, my head spinning from how I had hit the floor hard. I watch as Arthur stagger to his feet, his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed as he dusts off his clothes,

"You'll regret that you little," he grabs something from somewhere and in his hand appears another sword, though this one is a fair amount shorter. As he approaches me, I rush to get his sword and pick it up, twirling it around gracefully,

"Don't even try, old man."

Arthur gives a wicked laugh, "Old man? OLD MAN? Ha!" He lunges out and I easily dodge if, though it made my heart near a few notches too quick. It had sure been close.

"Be reasonable!" I snap as the king goes for another strike, but misses once again.

"Be be reasonable? What about you! You're just like your father, arrogant," he goes to drive the blade into my arm but just skims it, cutting shallowly into my skin, "and stubborn!"

I feel the warm blood trickling down my arm, but I ignore it the best I can, hiding the stinging feeling if the cut, "I would rather be arrogant and stubborn, than a liar and a dirty rat!"

I twirl around, the dress I am wearing spiralling madly around me. I land behind Arthur and swing my blade, but he moves and it just scrapes along his back. I watch as the super sharp sword cuts easily through his shirt and skin, almost like its thin air. Arthur staggers, then turns to me,

"Why don't you just give up now, Arabelle. Swear the oath and guarantee your life and your dragons life. Why bother risking it all?"

I ignore his words, knowing he is just trying to ooze his thoughts into my own, "N-No! I am doing this because its what I am destined for, what is right!"