A Dragon's Bond

Queen Vadoris

*** Before we begin (sorry to break the fourth wall already), this book is in progress currently. Any chapters with title names have been edited at least once and shouldn't change much with further editing. Chapters with numbers are unedited, straight from the noodle. You've been warned. *** 

   I also wanted to thank Sarelen for the story cover. It is awesome thank you! 

The Queen's castle was enormous and uninviting. There were fires burning from every tower, throwing huge red flames into the sky, leaving smoke and ash all across the surrounding landscape. The area was hot and dry, showcasing an absence of any natural life. The remains of a once peaceful and prosperous town lay at the foot of the castle. Buildings and trees stood there half burned down and completely black from fire, small patches of actively burning things were strewn throughout the surrounding area. When the Queen was rising to power she made sure to start her attack by destroying the town and most of its inhabitants with fire, mercilessly exacting her revenge. Around the castle lay fire dragons shifting and fighting like a house covered in snakes. A large number of Fire Dragons followed the Queen in her rise to power, being drawn to the alpha like flies to death. Her personal Dragon Volaris, was seen as an Alpha Dragon so the others blindly followed him in his path of destruction, creating a pack and growing in strength with each new member.

     The Queen sat in the center of her large throne room, fear and pain hang heavy in the air. Volaris lay besides her sleeping soundly, his big chest rising and falling with each breath, spikes and scars covered his scales showing his victory in many battles. Volaris was as large as a house, his body long and thick with his wings folded behind his back, his dark red color showing he was a fire dragon.

     The room was enormous to accommodate Volaris, and was lit in an angry red light from the flames surrounding them. The roof left open allowing Volaris to come and go as he pleases.

     Queen Vadoris was currently in the process of shooting flames across the room unenthusiastically at a man running for his life, he was jumping from side to side. Making every attempt he could to get away, only to be met with a flame just in front of his path to escape. These are the horrible games the Queen had taken to in the absence of a war, giving a window into her angry and tortured soul.

     She was a thin and beautiful woman of average height. Her hair was a dark red, now short from the constant fire she was always playing with. She stared at the man with her dark eyes, not showing any emotion as he cried for his life, begging to go home to his family, begging for her mercy just this once.

     She became tired of his whining and decided it was time to end it. She stood up and began to form a giant fireball in front of her. Her eyes becoming fierce and menacing as the size of the flame grew with each second, the fire crackling as the heat continued to build. She began to cock her arms back to shoot the ball at the helpless man.

     He had given up at the sight of the flames and sat down in the center of the room, accepting the sad and horrible fate he had been dealt.

     Suddenly and large muscular man burst into the room, breaking her attention. She dropped the ball of flame and glared at the new visitor. The man she had been toying with immediately jumping up, seizing his new opportunity, and ran to the nearest window, throwing himself out and into the castle moat. The fall must have been ten stories and gave great testament to the desperation he was feeling.

     The Queen watched as this transpired and turned back to the large man that just entered the room. Her hands began to glow a slight red color as the anger washed over her face.