"What are you doing climbing up to the heirs room?"
Apollo is the crown prince of a kingdom named Arsalon.
Arsalon has it's upsides , but mostly down sides. Raids are all anyone thinks about. Arsalon is the laughing stock of kingdoms on the penin...
APOLLOS' POV, 2 DAYS AGO. I walk into my tent, dirty and bloody. Pandora shuffles in, and flops onto her bed. I ask, "Sore?" She nods, wimpering. She'd suffered a blow to the wing joint. I taie some salve out, and begin to massage the injured joint. She wimpers and lashes her tail, but doesn't fight me. I finish off the container, and wrap a bandage around it. I ask, "Want me to take the armor off, Pandora?" She nods, and I get to work. Soon, all her sticky armor is off. She sighs contently. I call warm water, and washer off. Soon, her scales shine like diamonds. Her bandage is still dry, so I don't need to fix it. I quickly wash myself, not really caring. I shake the water from my hair, and lay down on my bed. I hear a knock on the door, and groan. I stand up, and open it. A man in dark clothes is at my door, only his eyes showing. Pandora is in her tattoo, so he night think he has the wrong soldier. I ask, staring threatening into his amber eyes, "Who are you?" He whispers, "Urhhhhunclehhhhh." I look at him, questions echoing in my head. I jump to a conclusion, "SNAKE!" His eyes have firey amusement in them, scaring me inside. I stare, and ask, " What do you want from me?" He whispers into the dark night, "Oh. Tsk! Tsk! Apollo! That isn't any way to speak to me." Then, he's gone. I walk to the mess tent, for a small snack of bread or grapes. I grab a few grapes, and walk back to my tent. My breath fogs up the air, and I sigh. The cold season is coming. I'm not bothered by the cold, but the snow will make fighting in this sluddgey mess worse. I walk back to my tent, and see a hasty note scribbled on the door. It's my fathers' writing. I read it, unsure. I bring it into my room, and sit on my bed. I flick my legs onto the bed, and really read the page. I choke on my grapes.
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A scroll falls on to my lap. I unroll it, and nearly faint. I whisper, "I'm the dragon prince?" I ask, "Who's the king?" The paper glows, and more writing appear. It has in bold letters, "YOU! A false king is ruling all but Smogglem. You are the one meant to rule." I grip the bed. I cry in dispair, "I just found them! Now I've lost them!" I hold my head in my hands. Tears trickle off my face, into palms. I hear the general coming, so I hide the scroll and last part of the note. The part about the information, I hand the rest to him. He walks out. I grab a pen, and paper. I scribble quickly, telling Libby about my situation. I fold it, and stuff in an envelope. I melt some sparkly white wax I got from Lance. It replenishes, and won't open until the intended person opens it. I whisper to the magic wax, "Libby." It shimmers with the sound waves, and I use my stamper to imprint an "L" onto the wax as I seal the envelope. I write Libbys' full name on it LibbyTib I find the paper boy, and give him the envelope. He smiles, and trots off to put it in the outgoing box. I walk back to my tent, and hold my head in my hands.
