Chapter 3: The Mysterious Renegade: The Name

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Chapter 3: The Mysterious Renegade: The Name

Axarin… Ziron… Thiron… Where is that name?!? I thought in crazed desperation. He has to be in here somewhere… I know I’ll find the name when I… wait. I think… yes, I think this is it! I stared at the one name that seemed to naturally pop into focus. General Alexander, his title was, ‘The Feral Knight’. I looked at the webpage, and slowly poured over the information, and I finally concluded that this indeed was the one I was looking for.

“Alexander…” I murmur to myself. I slowly rise from my chair. “That’s your name, isn’t it, General?”

A somewhat light hearted chuckle fills the air, and he responds, “Very good, Pixie Princess Danica! I suppose the disguises aren’t necessary now that you remember.”

He appears from the shadows, in his real form. He is at least one time’s taller then the average man, slightly tan skin, with twinkling red light occasionally glittering on his skin. Those are scales; they are known to gleam like that when light pours directly on them. Like little gemstones. His hair was scruffy, a dirty blonde color. He wore an impish smirk, as if he was plotting how to pull a prank, but his eyes were glowing blood red. I thought I could make out a glimmer of blue behind the red, but couldn’t be sure.

He didn’t seem to have a thick build, but thinking like that will get you in trouble with Dragonlings. They have strength unrivaled by any of the races on Aladoria, not even a giant can best them in wrestling. He wore a worn leather suit of armor, with steel shoulder plating, and an insignia of a sun with the spokes curled at the end. Although well made, it looked worn as if it was scratched by a sandstorm. His leggings were also well armored. In short, this was not a customer I was going to have an easy time with.

“What do you want then, Alexander?” I demand shortly. “I have a life I have to live that doesn’t concern you butting in every other hour.” He narrows his eyes. I instinctively raise my arms, though I’m not sure how I am going to defend myself against him. His smirk has changed into a snarl.

“Your death will suffice for me.” He draws his sword. I take out my duel swords, swords meant to be used in coordinated, fast strikes. I note he is a two handed fighter by the way he was holding the sword. He made one small step towards me, before the wall burst open. I duck down, and hide behind the desk. Sooner or later, the dust settles, and I peek out from behind, and my mother is standing in the doorway. She is extremely angry.

“ALEXANDER! How DARE you show your face back here!” He simply and calmly turns towards her, and smirks.

“Hello, Elizabeth Crown. You’ve grown up since I last saw you.” She snarls.

“Don’t you DARE talk to me as if we were simply old acquaintances! You will pay for what you did to my father!”

He scoffs. “Well bring it on, pixie.”

The room went still. I tightly clenched my swords. Mother drew hers. Alexander watched the two of us like a hawk. I knew this was going to be intense. I had no idea just how so it would become. Then, like lightning striking the earth, Alexander nailed me with extreme force, right in the chest. I went sailing through the wall, out over into the open air of Feltatus City, the fairy capital. I looked up as I fell, and saw him jump out, extending his wings and his tail swishing in the wind. I begin to extend my wings, the beautiful things, with the colors of spring and fall, with prismatic tones of various colors that constantly shifted. I quickly rose into the air to meet him, and began to retaliate; punching to exact any kind of hit I could, knowing that he was fast. I struggle for a moment, attempting to gain the advantage, when he kicks me with his knee, and while I’m doubled over, does an over-handed slam to my back, causing me to fall, but only for him to be snap-kicked on the head by my dear mother. I take the advantage to rise back up to their level, and we all have at it yet again. After several minutes that seemed an hour, we stop, and so does he. He laughs.

“So, you distracted me long enough to send for your army eh? Ok, impressive. Not that it will do any good. See you.” He suddenly takes off, running at incredible speed. I roar in outrage.

“No way in Aladamia’s name are you getting away! COME BACK HERE!”

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