Forgotten Heroes

20

THE NEW DRAGON KING TO BE POV.
I open my eyes, sensing a new arrival.
I grab my staff, a gift from the dragon king, and trot out to meet them.

The queen stops me with a flick of her wrist.
The doors fly shut, and lock.

I look to her, confused.

She sniffs, "Time to get ready, prince."
I nod, and walk down stairs to the fitting room.

I syc myself up, trying to remain nuteral.

Calm. Calm. Calm. Remain calm.

I begin to shake as I trot down to the cold basement.

While I trot down, I remember all the kings and all the people who could've been kings instead of me.

Why me? Why was I destined to be king?

I feel the stairs stop, and take a longer stride to prevent tripping.

I hear a snicker behind me, and I slow to a stop.

Nothing.

Pandora's gone somewhere, so I don't even have her to tell me if she heard it.

I turn around, and lenghten my strides to full length.

A very poor, young, maid faints, and I stop to make sure she's okay.

She seems scared and confused.

She asks, "Why did you stop, highness?"

I reply, helping her up, "Why wouldn't I? Your my future subject, yes?"

She nods, still afriad.

I hand her a silver coin, and walk away.
She calls something after me, but the sound of yelling covers it.

Then, the tailor rushes out and drags me into his studio.

He growls, "YOU are late. I was worried! CAN'T you BEHAVE for once instead of running away with you STUPID Dra...."

On reflex, I draw my fist back.

He stops, and growls, "You wouldn't dare. Your wittle dada would skin wittle pwincy awive."

I let it fly, and hit him in the shoulder.
He ducks, unfortunately.

CRASH!

He flies back, and my powers get pumped on adrenaline.

My clothes change in a swirl of powers.

My antagonist seems angerier now, and charges forward.
He tries to pound me in the jaw, breaking it.
I dodge quickly, and punch his gut.
He growls, and draws a knife.

Oh, it's ON A HOLE!

I charge forward, a golden flood trying to break out again.

My eyes glow gold, and my attacker flings it at my throat.

I jump over it, and land on his shoulders.

He screams bloodied murder, and I hear shouts above my head.

I hear footsteps of gaurd.

Then, the evil tailor who's always wanted the throne for himself, cuts his shirt, and tries to stuff the knife into my hands.

I keep my fist clenched, and he gets so mad he does something stupid. And desperate.

He launches a huge light stream at my heart, and he mutters a power removal curse.

I roll away, and combat it with a Hyper stream.

Then, a bunch of gaurds charge in and try to arrest me. Again.

Their all the evil tailors friends, so they hate my guts.

But my dad calls out, "STOP!"

They growl, "He's a killer, sir. Look! He cut the tailors' shirt up! We must give him a murderers death!"
My dad argues, "BULL! I have spy dragons watching this room twenty four seven. Yes, the Prince is out of line, he is no killer. Let him go!"

Then, a cold item graces my throat.

I feel my eyes go wide.

My dads' face goes pale.
The gaurds snarl, "Surrender or he dies here, now."

Then, a man I never believed I could ever see again.

I rasp as the sword presses my throat, "Brother! Help me!"