Wings of Fire Tales The Sovereigns Cults

Chapter 9 Prophecy Begins, A Hunters Quest

(Glyph)

Legend had left the palace a few minutes after Glyph. However, she had returned waiting for her grandfather, the librarian. He never came. She had seen Sigil fly out of the castle in a rush and hurried in.

That's when she had found Glyph lying on the floor, passed out. At least that's what she had told him.

"Glyph...what happened?" She asks dabbing Glyph's wounded eye. She glances up to look around the room.

Glyph shakes his head solemnly. "I-I don't know. I had left for the house and came back to-" he pauses thinking whether or not to tell Legend about the dagger. He decides it would be a bad idea; he didn't want anyone else to get caught up in his family's issues. "I had come back for my mom, only to find that everyone had been killed."

"D-Do you remember anything?" She asks with a small choke.

"I-I remember..." Glyph thought hard, he couldn't remember much of anything. Just that he saw dragons dead in every hall. The dagger someone had dropped in front of him. "I can't. I just...someone dropped this dagger."

Legend looks at where Glyph was looking and picks up the dagger. "What kind of dagger is it?" She whispers turning it over in her claws.

Glyph adjusts to laying on his stomach and with his talons in front of him. He looks at the dagger in her claws...it wasn't what he had thought it was. "Let me see." He starts to reach for it, but Legend pulls it out of his reach.

"No, you are already hurt enough. You need to rest. Come on, I'll take you home." She urges setting the dagger at her feet and trying to help Glyph up from where he laid.

She has her eyes on him, not paying any attention to the dagger. He picks it up, hoping she didn't see and tucks it into his satchel around his neck when Legend's back was turned.

"You used to hate me Legend..." Glyph mutters. She looks at him, her purple and black scales shinning in the light.

"I never hated you Glyph or your brother. I just...it was what I had to do." She whispers her last sentence quietly. Legend walks him towards the exit of the castle through the winding halls.

Glyph saw her glance into the library. He saw her looking at her grandfather with sad eyes, but no rage...no anger. Just sadness, yet she doesn't shed one tear. Legend sighs and continues to help Glyph.

Once they get to the front of the castle she lifts off into the air, but doesn't fly away. She hovers above Glyph watching him watch her.

He stumbles and groans in pain, but opens his wings and slowly makes his way up to her. Then they start towards Glyph's home.

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Glyph was amazed at the fact she had flown the whole way with him. She had flown a couple feet under him in case he had fallen in mid air. This wasn't the Legend he had known when he was younger.

However, despite having her around he still couldn't stop thinking about the dragons face. As they flew further and further he had gotten more images in his head of the dragon. Then it came to him, Sigil.

"Sigil." He whispers immediately after they land in front of the house.

"What?" Legend asks glancing at Glyph. "You don't think Sigil did that? He doesn't seem like the type to-" she stops and then covers her mouth with her talons. Legend mumbles something into her talons that Glyph couldn't make out.

"What?" Glyph asks limping towards his home and opening the door.

"I-I have to go." She states then flies off with wide eyes. Glyph watches her leave. She carries herself into the sky higher and higher until he can't see her anymore.

Glyph sighed and stepped into his house. The blood had stopped, but the stinging didn't. His mind was like a tornado with images, words, and blood swirling in his head clashing together. He touches the satchel around his neck and pulls out the dagger his brother had dropped at his feet.

Flashback

"Glyph!!! I'll race you to the house!" Sigil laughs bolting in the detection of their home.

Glyph stumbled spreading his wings and flying after his twin. They laughed and laughed. He remembered how the smile on Sigil's face would make him happy. How he would laugh and play with his brother for hours up until the moon was at its highest peak.

The images and sounds of his younger days filled his head, the days when Sigil had always invited him everywhere he went. How Glyph had always agreed no matter what it was. Then that day he had found him sitting on the rug drawing pictures was when it had ended. All of his memories had been dipped in venom, blackened by what had happened.

Glyph feels tears rush into his eyes again; he lets them roll down his face and stain his scales and the floor beneath him. There were a few drops of blood on the small blade, but it didn't seem like enough to have slaughtered the whole castle. Then that image comes back, his brother had done that.

Glyph cuts into his wrists drawing the warm blood from his veins. No doubt it hurt, but he thought maybe it would relieve him of his past, of himself. A tear hits the cut and a stinging sensation starts in his wrist and up his arm. Then, more came, they drop and they sting, he didn't turn away or wipe the dripping blood from his arm he let himself hurt.

Mother had told me not to let Sigil get the dagger. She told me to hide it and hide it well. But I didn't. Sigil has it now and it's my entire fault. The Queen and Princess are dead. Legend's Grandfather is dead and s thousand other dragons. Mother is dead. All because I couldn't hide the dagger well enough.

"Sigil. Sigil. Sigil." Glyph repeats to himself saying his name harshly full of malice.

Someone knocks on the door. Glyph stays put not listening. The knock comes again and again, until Glyph opens the door.

"What do you want?" He growls furiously at however was at the door.

He looks up and sees at least thirty dragons, all with teeth bared and ready to attack. He peers around the corner of his home and finds his uncle and aunt standing in front of him.

"Noctis." Glyph observes. His uncle's dark eyes glare at him.

Noctis was an older dragon, with dark circles and scars around his eyes. He was his father's older brother as well as the Queen's. (Well former now dead Queen.) Noctis had the blackest scales of any dragon he had ever seen. His yellow eyes are as bright as the sun and full of a hellish rage. The anklet he wears around his right front leg is golden with a few amethyst embedded into it.

"What have you done?" He asks looking down at the blood from Glyph's wrists which were all around his hands. As wells as looking at the dagger in his talons. "Because of you my sister is dead, because if you my wife and I have to take over the throne."

"What I've done? I haven't done anything." Glyph protests.

"THE DAGGER AND BLOOD ON YOUR CLAWS SAYS OTHERWISE, SCAVENGER-DUNG!!!" One of the dragons in the mob curses at Glyph.

"YOU KILLED THE QUEEN AND THE PRINCESS!!! YOU MONSTER!!" Another roars.

"The kingdom is upset with you. At first we thought it was your brother, but clearly...you're the one with the dagger. Now," he brings his head down to meet Glyph and speaks low and harshly. "Leave, I will allow you to leave the kingdom safely."

"No. This is my home! I didn't kill the Queen. I didn't kill all those guards or the princess. Or my mother. I didn't, but I can help you!" Glyph begs.

"TRAITOR!! THE MONSTER WILL DESTROY US ALL IF HE GETS THE CHANCE LIKE THE ONES HE DID WITH THE CASTLE!" A dragoness growls and bares her teeth.

Glyph watches as his uncle thinks about what to do. He sighs and Glyph feels his hope rise. "I'm afraid they're right my dear nephew." He growls. Then all Glyph's hope ceases to exist anymore. Noctis snaps his claws together and the mob attacks Glyph forcing him into the sky.

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It seemed Glyph had flown miles and miles before he knew it, he was in the kingdom of ice. Far to north for him to be safe. Yet he wonders the icy kingdom hoping to find some sort of shelter.

"What's that over their?" He hears someone ask.

"It's a...no! It can't be can it?!"

"What's his kind doing this far north?"

"I don't know, but we're going to find out."

Glyph looks around not seeing anything or anyone that would be talking. Then an ice cold dragon pins him to the ground. Glyph squirms despite the pain he felt through his body. Cold shackles are clamped around his wings, legs, and neck; Glyph's captors then shackle a frozen steel muzzle around Glyph's face keeping him from using his fire.

"You are coming with us NightWing."

Glyph tries to not lose conciseness but then felt a wallop to his guts, Glyph then bends over in pain wanting to cry, as he then felt a sword hilt bash into the back of his head. Glyph then lets his mind drift into the cold, cruel, overpowering darkness.