Chapter 49: Wrath of the Desert
That… pixie!!! She has the intelligence reports! Damn it all!
“Soldiers! Go out and stop them! What are you doing in here?!” I scream in rage at the two guards standing in the room.
“We’re sorry Commander Alexander! We’re so sorry! But we came to tell you she managed to escape the city, along with her friends!” I glare at them.
“Well, GO AND MAKE SURE THEY DON’T GET AWAY YOU MORONS!!!” I roar, flames curling off my body.
“YES SIR! SO SORRY SIR!!!” They scream in terror as they run for their lives. Babies. You think after training in the Redhawk Armed Forces, they would at least be able to have some spine! I can’t think on my own, Alexander! I can’t do a simple stupid thing!
Well, there’s nothing left for me to do then… I might as well do something.
I will not allow you to get away. I shall deal with you myself.
“Mom! Please, do me a favor and get an evacuation squad to my coordinates pronto! I don’t know how long we can keep running like this! They could send someone after us any second! Please hurry!” I shout into my headset microphone, as we run through the blistering sands of the Chaotic Desert. We had barely managed to escape the closing city gates, which apparently automatically start to close during an emergency.
A few seconds go by before she responds. “Alright honey, I’ll get over there as fast as I possibly can, I might need a minute!” Her voice comes over faintly. I breath a reluctant sigh of relief. I suddenly realize someone is running alongside me, who wasn’t there before.
“Going somewhere, Crown?” Alexander growls, as he seemingly in a casual way, runs along beside me.
“Yeah, I’m going home. Do you have a problem with that?!” I snap. He growls in reply, before suddenly zapping me with a lightning bolt, sending me sprawling down a sand dune, which trust me, hurts really bad. Imagine rolling over a whole field of knifes. Pretty good summary of what it’s like rolling down one of those monsters. By the time I landed in a head, I was covered every other inch with cuts that were bleeding profusely, and stung like a thousand wasp stings. Unfortunately, Alexander was waiting for me at the bottom, and he easily picked me up by the collar of my shirt.
“As a matter of fact, yes I DO have a problem with that. Where’s the intelligence you stole?” I snarl.
“Even if I DID have it, Alexander, I wouldn’t give it back anyway.” He snarled, and reached for his knife pouch.
“Oh I think you’ll be singing a different tune… once I start the torture.” He says with a deadly, yet extremely amused tone. And Irintis wants me to NOT judge him? He may have gone through ‘a lot’ but that doesn’t give him the right to act this way! I won’t stand for this bastard’s behavior anymore!
“EARTH! PUSH!” I roar with a sudden burst of rage, and I get to see Alexander take a trip to the moon, propelled by the pillar of rock I had forced up underneath his feet, which had popped up with incredible force. I had no time to admire my handy work, as Alexander very quickly recovered. Faster than my eye could follow, he suddenly pins me to the ground with throwing knifes, from a considerable distance, which he closes in the blink of an eye.
“Very smooth thinking, despite the threat of torture. However, Danica, you may be a commander, but you don’t have nearly as much experience as I do in combat. You’re only fourteen, I wouldn’t expect you to know much at your young child age.” He says in a deadly tone, smirking all the while.
“I’m a teenager, not a freaking child! You don’t look that much older, I’d say eighteen at best!” I snap, angered to my breaking point.
“Not even close, toddler. I am precisely one thousand years old. I was there before there WAS a Crown Family, baby. Why don’t you learn respect for your elders, fool?” He says with distinct steel in his voice.
I drop my mouth wide open in shock, A thousand years old?!? How is that possible?!
“You fairies can enjoy perhaps two hundred years of life, but we Dragonling can live on for centuries. This is why we are so slow to forget past wrongdoings, little pixie. This is why fourteen years have passed since that war, and it is though only a second has passed for us. Your race is young and naïve, careless in their thoughts and actions, not caring for what damage they inflict on others. Let me tell you this one thing Danica: before you can be considered equal to your enemy, you must understand your enemy’s pain. Only when you have experienced my pain, Danica, will you ever have a chance at understanding me. When you marry that doll of a boyfriend, Drasmere, and his life runs out, you will finally understand what it means to understand me. I am letting you go, ONLY this once. Hope that you never cross paths with me again, for next time… I will kill you.”
He turns, and begins to walk away. I snarl to myself, and growl.
“Come back here, you coward! What are you even talking about? Why would I want to understand an asshole who has no respect for anyone else besides himself, and who has never had someone who’d even give a damn for one second about him?! Huh?! I hate you!!” I scream, enraged and tired of people avoiding the issue at hand.
I choke out in alarm, as he stand right in front of me, his red, molten eyes of rage filling my vision.
“You know nothing about me. And I’m glad you hate me. Because that’s just how I want it.” And then, everything goes black.
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