Night Queen

Homeless

A bit important later this chapter, e/c means eye colour, if you didn't know

It had been nine months since Y/n, Cleo and Silver had landed on the island they call Kralz Ait. It was warm and tropical during the summer, but a few months ago, snow moved in. It was the feircest blizzard either of them had ever seen.

You could barely see for the snow and your footprints were covered up almost instantly. The fish disappeared and all of the vegetation died. It had been time to move.

They flew around in search of a new island to call home. A lot of the times, the island was inhabited, either by people or unfriendly dragons. Y/n and Cleo flew around until they accepted there was no home for them. It had been days since either of them had eaten, and Y/n could feel her stomach tighten in hunger.

"Cleo, girl, you should go find some fish for us, I'll buy some dried stuff and supplies at the market down there" and pointed to a small market with a docking system. Most of the ships there had plain sails, but one stood out. It was that of a Skrill.

Cleo lands and y/n slides off her, the cool, metal-like scales sliding beneath her. Y/n landed firmly on the ground and started to walk around. Silver was covered by her cape, so Y/n didn't have to worry about humans seeing him. Cleo flew out to sea, staying away from any place someone could see her.

Y/n sighed and leaned against a tree, counting her money. She started walking to the market when she heard leaves crunch behind her. Someone was following her. Rough hands suddenly pushed her against a tree and she saw four men. They had wicked grins on their faces and wore the Outcast crest.

'Great, just great' Y/n thought, and suddenly realized exactly what these men wanted of her. She fought, bringing her knee up to reveal a sharp spike. She impaled the first man and ran as fast as she could to the market.

At the market, no one seemed to care that a young girl, only 14 years old, was being chased by three Outcast men. Y/n stopped, trying to catch her breath. She had been running for 20 minutes. She turned around and jumped in surprise. The three men were standing there, leering at her.

She twisted and fought, screaming at them. As she cried for help, one man planted his hand on y/n's mouth. She brought her teeth down hard, breaking the man's finger.

"HELP!" y/n screamed one last time, hoping someone would hear my pleas. I'm too young to have this happen to me! She thought and suddenly, a memory replayed.

'Wait! I am Y/n Cunning, and the memory blurred, the only daughter of the memory blurred again! I am Heir to the throne of more blurred memory! I will not die a pitiful death at the hands of these men!' these words rushed into her head and her will to fight was renewed. She stomped on the man's foot then brought up her unarmed knee. The man doubled over and y/n let out a bloodcurdling scream.

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Dagurs head shot up as a shrill scream echoed through the air. "What was that? Do you know what that was?" he adressed a guard, who shook his head no. "AAH! WHY CANT I HAVE SOME QUIET TIME TO PLAN!" He yelled as another scream ripped through the air. It sounded an awful lot like 'help'.

Dagur walkes up onto the main floor of the ship to see most of the men looking over the side of the boat. "What is going on?!?" Dagur yelled and the men moved out of his way. He saw three Outcast men cornering a girl who coo have been more than 15. Now that was just unfair.

He grabbed a sword and walked off the boat. His men looked at him like he was crazy, which he was, as he walked down. "Excuse me..." he said, and then tapped one of their shoulders. The man turned around and looked at Dagur confused. The girl didn't know whether to be worried or happy.