No Fandom, original short story by me. No pairing.
"And you thought dragons were non-existent!" Rang a thunderous voice. "I warned you! You chose to ignore my admonitions, and now you shall pay the price!"
"I came to you for advice!" the king cried, "My little girl was sick, my princess. She has been my world since the queen died! I thought I was to lose her, and all you tell me is that she will be tormented with dreams of the future? She told me of these. They were of dragons and chaos. How was I to know that both would come true?"
"Not dreams, foolish mortal! I assume the girl is young?" The sorceress asked.
"She is only sixteen years of age! Imagine her fear at the thought of her nightmares coming to life!"
"She is gifted with what I have been trying to accomplish for fifty-seven years. The child has been having visions."
The king recoiled in horror. "Visions? That is powerful magic!"
"Yes, and a girl like her cannot handle it. Nevertheless, she must be the one to abolish the beast. Have you heard the legends of King Arthur?"
"Yes, of course. It is a classic."
"They are not legends. I have met the king himself."
"Impossible. He must have lived over two-hundred years ago."
She lifted her chin in pride. "You forget that I have escaped the clutches of mortality.The king had a sword. A very powerful sword, able to kill any beast that plagued the kingdom of Camelot."
"Excalibur," the king whispered.
"The sword was extracted from a stone. Only the worthy can wield it. The balance perfectly adjusts to each who possess it. In this case, the girl."
"My daughter! Are you saying that my very flesh and blood will kill a magnificent beast with the sword of one of the most famous kings?"
"Yes. You will find the sword across the Plane of D'lief. From there, you must scale the Mountains of Liith. At the peak, in the Caves of Otorge, you will find the sword, frozen in ice. If the girl pulls it out, she is worthy."
The King shook his head. "My little Rebecca, destined to slay a dragon? It cannot be."
"I tell you today, Rholand Bedivere, that should the blade not be retrieved, in three days time, your kingdom of Madeya shall burn in dragon's flame."
With a swish of her cloak, she was gone.
The king hurried out of the dungeon, rushing to the princess' bedchambers. "Rebecca!" He called to her. "Pack your necessities. We are going on a quest."
King Rholand and Rebecca exited the kingdom with their servants and their guards. They began the journey to the Plane, a dark, ominous place with a dark, ominous history. This Plane had been the site of the Battle of D'leif, the largest battle in the war between Madeya and Camelot.
"Rebecca, from here I can no longer guide you. You must take your horses, your luggage, and your handmaiden, Anna. Journey to the Mountains; from there, you must take the path to the Caves at the peak; enter, and you shall find what we search for. The only weapon which can vanquish the dragon."
"But Father! How can I journey on without you? What if something were to happen to me, or worse, you were be injured or killed upon your return to Madeya?" Rebecca cried.
King Rholand pulled her to his chest and kissed her forehead. "You will be strong for me, will you not?"
"I will, Father."
