Dragon Diary

Entry 22: Could It Be True?

Hello Diary,
I do not really know how long I have been in hospice. I have been coming in and out of consciousness from the excruciating pain of my crushed body. Cyra has done all she could with her powers of healing and still I am a mangled mess.

Arod visits me often. His friendship and kind words get me through the day. He has informed me that Gaelon has been defeated, but was not killed. He flew off to the west before Cand could finish him off. The thought that my father is still alive and will soon regain his magic powers must have everyone on edge.

Nevertheless, Cand has been named Angoleth's new king and he has sent messages throughout the lands for meetings of peace. The endless fighting would now come to an end. It is so hard to believe it is true.

Once or twice Almira visited me. She informed me that since the new Royal family was in place, she was now very busy tending to them, especially the pregnant queen. It made me feel good that everyone seemed to have a new found purpose once again.

Arod was now busy giving other servants jobs around the Palace. The new found sense of order made the vibes of the entire place much lighter and laughing could now be heard from time to time. It lifted my spirits slightly, but being stuck in a hospital bed was making me feel useless while everyone else ran about busily.

"Cyra, please tell me the truth... Will I be able to walk again soon?" I begged her. It had now felt like a week had passed since the attack, it could have been longer.

Cyra had a worried look flash across her eyes. Her golden tail flicked behind her nervously. "Honestly child, it isn't looking good. My magic can only heal flesh wounds, and well, you have about 15 broken bones. If your bones do not set properly then you will never be able to grow to adulthood. I can only imagine how much pain you have been in from it. So far all I can do is give you pain killers and attempt to splint what bones I can get to. Your spine and shoulder are my biggest concern right now. I have no way to set them healing in the proper position." After she spoke the room filled with a heavy air of dread.

"Your spine is broken in three places and your left shoulder is crushed. Without the help of some sort of dark magic you will never fly, and maybe never walk again either." She finished with a sad sigh. "I am sorry."

My eyes began to well up with silent tears. Never fly? I will never fly? What good is a dragon who can not fly? What if I can not even walk? What the hell use would I be to the new king like this? The tears began to pour down my face out of my control. I am going to be a useless whelp forever, at least that is what I was thinking.

"You...you better not be thinking about killing yourself, not after all Cand has done trying to keep you alive. Besides, what about the rest of us who care about you?" That voice was not the healer.

I blinked and slowly turned to see Almira standing in the doorway. She had a stern but worried look on her face. She seemed like she was about to start crying now, after seeing me crying.

"Almira? I...?" I didn't know what to say to her so instead I let her run over and hug me gently. Both of us just let tears run down our cheeks in silence. Cyra shook her head and left us alone in the room. She apparently had other patients elsewhere.

Almira and I pouted together for a minute or two, then she leaned closer to me and kissed the top of my nose. "You will not die here Ruinar, the Red King. One day you will be big and strong, the strongest in all of Angoleth in fact. You can not give up. One day you will be a true dragon who will need a mate at his side. I am certain of it. Maybe that mate might even be me, but not if you die now."

My eyes were quivering and I was not sure what to say in reply. I do not have any sexual attraction to her, but I am sure it is only because I am far too young for such things. Maybe one day I will need a mate, but would she still want me if I am a cripple? Would anyone?

"Almira I do not know anything about females and mating but I do want to live. Cand is our new king, I must see a world without my father's tyranny, regardless of my own pitiful condition. Thank you for being such a good friend to me lately. Cyra said she has done all she can, but she also said dark magic could heal me. I just need to learn the healing spell and heal myself."

I felt a new sense of confidence in me. I was now the only true blood line decendant of the Ancient Kings. With Gaelon gone I was probably the strongest red dragon, at least I would be at maturity. Magic was the only way for me to regain what my father had taken away with his brutality. I was not about to loose it all because of him.

Almira started to nuzzle my cheek and purr into my ear. "For now just rest. I am going to be busy helping Eira with the baby. She is paranoid because the baby is coming early due to all the stress Gaelon caused. I will come back again to see you as soon as I can okay?"

Her soothing voice in my ear made me feel tired again. I started to drift off to sleep with the soothing sound of her purr and the soft warmth of her body beside mine. Before I fell asleep I used my mind to inform Almira that I desired to speak with the King. Hopefully she will give him my message.

(Do you guys think Ruinar is going to fully recover? Please vote and comment. Next chapter up soon.)