Lion's Trio (on hold)

Chapter One

It was a rainy, peaceful day in Dralgia. Young dragons frolicked and played in the fields, enjoying the cool drops of water on their scales, while older dragons watched on. A large white wolf trotted along the river bank, keeping watch over her territory while she shook the water from her fur. The townsfolk, villagers and citizens stayed sheltered in their homes with warm drinks and cheery fires. And thus, the land was quiet. 

But; far North, deep within the fog-choked trees that swallowed the base of the mountains, the atmosphere was far from quiet. Slight screams echoed across the rocky landscape, followed by clangs of weapons meeting armour and fierce war cries.

"This is the worst plan ever." A tall man with dark hair and eyes grumbled. He had a guard in a headlock under each arm, after letting them struggle for a minute, he banged their helmeted heads together.

"Well, on the contrary." A taller woman with red hair mused, "this was my plan, therefore, it is the best plan ever"

She was hanging upside down on a branch that hung over the path. Her cloak and hair dangling down and shifting in the breeze while her muscled arms were crossed over her chest. Her companion looked at her strangely, wondering why she was hanging from a branch and how she had gotten there in the first place.

Hearing the heavy clanking footsteps of another guard rushing up behind her, and seeing the warning in her friend's dark eyes, the redhead hastily yet gracefully lifted her upper body and slid over the branch so that she landed with her back to her opponent.

He swung a sword at her head, she easily ducked from the attack and spun around to grip his wrist, squeezing it and almost snapping it. He looked at her fearfully through his green eyes.

"Gwenevere!" The deep and powerful voice of Victory roared.

Gwen blinked and kneed the man in the gut, he crumpled to the ground and stayed there. She cleared her throat and looked around at the carnage that her and her companion had caused. A carriage lay on its side in the middle of the road, the driver had fled and Gwen had sent the horses off so that the vehicle could be knocked over easily. Five guards had been riding horses around it, one on either side, two behind, and one in front.

Four of them lay unconscious, scattered across the road. But there was one corpse shrivelled and burnt, hanging from a tree. Gwen's doing; she had a knack for losing control with her magic, ever since he was killed.

Gwen gestured to the carriage, "Thane." She said.

Thane didn't have to ask what she wanted. He nodded and walked to the carriage, ripping the door off the side and plunging his hands inside. A collection of shrill screams rung out through the trees as two women were pulled from the coach and forced to their knees in front of Gwen.

One was young and beautiful with creamy skin. Her long, blonde hair was resting over her right shoulder and tied in four different places with jewelled bands. She was dressed in a golden, off-shoulder dress with poofy sleeves and a fluffy golden skirt. Her laced boots were knee-high with ridiculously tall heels, but they were hidden by her long dress.

The other woman was old and wrinkled, with a permanent scowl etched onto her baggy face from the years of anger she had endured. Her wispy silver hair was braided and twisted, resting at the back of her head in a bun with an emerald-encrusted gold comb gleaming at the top of it. She had a string of white pearls wrapped around her neck and a ring on almost every finger. Her dress was made of thick material, covered by black lace. She had long lace sleeves with a Sabrina neckline. Her shoes were black too, and almost impossible to set apart from her gown's dark material.