Dragons of Kilo: Blood Kills Blood

Chapter 4: Day of the Dead

Palkadon stood at the beach with his wings pressed tight against his shivering body. Misy had finally lost her mind. Malsa would never touch him or do anything to harm him. Palkadon believed in his sisters, but Misty's brain had lost it's touch. She had gone mad. Palkadon started to walk along the shore, but walking turned to pacing. Palkadon was racking his brain to why Misty had thought that Malsa could even think about hurting anyone. Palkadon took to the sky looking for a place to think.

Palkadon decided to fly along the Guardian Gate, which held all of Kilos guards and generals. They guarded all of the elements from the outside world. palkadon believed that they were the most hardcore dragons in all the world. They had seen everything. Palkadon suddenly heard a high pitched screech coming from the far end of the line of guards. The guards never saw each other and were constantly patrolling their own area. Palkadon flew over to get closer to the sound. He started to see a small orange figure along with a body, as he got closer he could make out more of who or what it was.Palkadon started to fly faster and faster to stop whatever was over the body but then he saw what it was.

Palkadon landed heavily and gaped at what he saw. Falcore stood tall over a black and dead dragon guard. The dead dragon's mouth gaped open and his blood seeped in between his open jaws. The guard's eyes were icy and glazed over. it was as if he had been frozen in death. A bone jutted out under the scales of his neck. A discarded wing lay two dragon-lengths away from Falcore. The blood ran down from the green hill and crept forward to Palkadons feet. Falcore looked up to Palkadon's wide eyes. His mouth was lined with the blood of the guard. Palkadon could still see the bloodlust in Falcore's eyes. But that quickly faded away to worry and guilt.

"I...I...I did not.. mean to." Falcore struggled to say

"What have you done?"

"I...I...I just...wanted... to talk."

"This is treason. I could have you executed for this."

"I lied, I want your mother back."

"Do you think she's going to want you after she finds out what you have done?"

"Please do not tell her. I cannot live without her."

"Too late, I can see her coming now."

"Please do not say that I did this."

"I will not lie for you."

Akela landed swiftly on the other side of the hill. In her jaws was a jewel of great size and shine. It was a ruby. It's red glow resembled that of the blood that lay at her feet. Akela dropped the ruby and gaped at her dead lover. She broke into tears at the sight. Then she lifted her head and let out a pain filled screech.

"What... happened?" Akela yelled.

"An accident." Falcore struggled.

"It doesn't look like an accident to me, O Infinity king."

"Believe me my dear sweet Akela, it was an accident."

"It was murder." Palkadon sneered.

"But... I... can't... live... without Iro." Akela fell to the ground and covered her eyes with her tail.

"You're going to have to, my dear." Falcore growled.

"Please inform me my son, who did this terrible treason?"

"It was Falcore. He wants you back." Palkadon said.

"Akela please, I mean you no harm!"

"But, how could you!"

"I want you to come back to me, I have gone crazy. I love you!"

"I hate you! I will never love you!"