Purple Dragon [REPUBLISHED]

Chapter 6: Rogue

Keslin had officially declared war on Rinwell. With the Chief dead, Bastian took role of Chief as the appointed Justice.

Amasya went back to her cave as she watched the legion prepare for war. The legion was hurting in numbers. Chief Naysa had claimed that Keslin had trespassed on Rinwell territory. Bastian retorted that the territory was rightfully their's since Naysa's tribe had migrated.

Rinwell was celebrating a great victory while Amasya's tribe was cremating their dead. The Ceremony of Mutuwa was performed multiple times each day.

"Your father is marrying again," Osma reported one evening. "He says that if he has a wife it will show Rinwell that we are strong. Of course the Council agrees with him, but I think it's too soon. He hasn't come out of mourning yet."

"What?" Amasya roared, her temper flaming. She couldn't believe it. Elethea was hardly cold in her grave, and Bastian was getting married already?

...

"What is wrong with you?" Amasya shouted angrily as she burst into the Chief's house. Her father looked abruptly up from his throne. Floressa was by his side.

"Ah, the friend of my most treacherous Servant," Floressa hissed, her tail lashing in irritation.

"You traitor!" Amasya growled at her father. "How could you? Elethea loved you with her whole heart! How could you destroy her legacy? How could you humiliate her memory?"

"Guards, take her away," Bastian said dismissively. His face looked utterly bored. The guards stepped forward, but Floressa snapped her tail at them.

"No, dearest, I would like to talk to my niece," Floressa said sweetly. She stood before her hot-headed niece, her calm, cruel face infuriating Amasya even more.

"Why would you do this? You betray your own wife! Your own family!" Amasya cried, struggling with her emotions. "You sicken me!"

"He sickens you?" Floressa snapped. "You barge into the Chief's home with no dignity at all! You're the reason we're at war, you disgusting little parasite. You're not an Androsythian, you're nothing! You bring shame on our family's pride! You bring shame to all of Oabria! Guards!"

Two large guards grabbed Amasya, and she struggled against them. Floressa walked back to Bastian's side.

Amasya would not let her aunt shut her down with only a few words. "You know what Floressa? The legion doesn't need me to bring war upon us. Your pride will be the death of us all."
Floressa lost her collected look as she growled low in her throat.

"I'm disappointed in you Amasya," she snarled. "You've missed your own father's Ceremony of Shiga," she lifted her tail to show her a marriage band that gleamed gold.

His wife.

His wife. Her aunt and her father.

No!

...

"You have to leave, my lady," Osma murmured the next morning.

"What? Why?" Amasya asked. She felt lightheaded from the previous day. Her aunt and her father! She seethed with untamable fury.

"They are calling you a danger to the legion. They've convicted you of treason! You must get out of here! Now that Floressa is Bastian's wife, she has convinced the Council to execute you!"

"When?" she asked, panic crawling up her throat. Her heart pounded, threatening to burst out of her chest.

"Now. They won't miss you. The execution has been scheduled at midnight. You have to go Rogue."