Alistair and The Dragons

Chapter 20 - New Issues

Alistair’s POV

I woke up to the sound of a soft knock on the door, in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar building. I threw my legs off the side of the huge soft bed and pulled a shirt over my head quickly.

“Come in.” I called, standing up when the female elf entered my room. She gave a quick bow before speaking.

“It is time for you to start getting ready King Alistair. I am here to escort you to the bath house.” The female elf explained. I nodded my head and followed her out the door.

“What's your name?” I asked as we walked side by side in the hallway. She looked at me in surprise.

“Mariah.” She said simply, stopping in front of a door. She opened it, letting steam billow out into the quiet hallway. I stepped inside, allowing her to close the door behind me. The room had one big pool of warm water in the center. The walls, ceiling and floor were all different colors of pretty blues, highlighted by a nice coral pink-orange. I stripped out of my clothes and began scrubbing myself down.

I finished within 20 minutes and threw my clothes back on my body after drying off. I opened the door I had entered through and gasped when Mariah was standing on the other side.

“Were you waiting for me?” I questioned, confused.

“Of course my king.” Mariah said, beginning to walk again. She led me into a room, filled with multiple people. My breathing spiked, realizing I was surrounded but then they all bowed. I smiled shakily and sat down in the chair one of them pointed to. As soon as my bottom hit the seat, the people took off in a flury. My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail as a small amount of makeup was applied to my face. My hair was brushed out and left flowing to my shoulders.

A female elf helped me from the chair and led me to a group of elves holding multiple clothes. They began holding clothes up to my body, measuring them to my size. After what seemed like forever, they decided on a pair of simple tight back pants, a flowy white silk shirt and some black ankle boots. At the end, a pure white cloak was draped over my shoulders.

Each group of elves work was checked by the head elf in the room and then I was ushered into a room with only one other elf inside. It was tall male, who looked older than most of the other elves I had seen so far. I took a seat in front of him and listened intently as he explained how the ceremony process would go. He gave me no time to think before guiding me outside and around the castle. He let go of my arm and motioned for me to walk up a set of steps. I slowly did so and found myself on alone on a stage.

My eyes widened at the amount of people that were packed in the space behind the castle. I took a long, deep breath and started to follow what the older elf had told me to do.

I stopped at the center of the stage and waiting for another elf to walk up beside me, holding the crown I had seen on the kings head. It was big, dark and sharp at the ends. Everything in my body screamed at me to not allow them to put the crown on my head and I agreed.

My eyes scanned the crown, immedialty picking out Selah. She was the shortest person and a very unique hair color compared to the elves. There was no sign of Ryuu.

“Hello Dracdalians! I’m pleased you were all able to make it. Today we will be celebrating and officially accepting our new King!” The elf bellowed, making sure even the farthest reaches of the crowd could hear his words. “I would like to present to you Alistair the Tamer of Dragons!”

The Tamer of Dragons title caught me off guard. I really wouldn’t consider myself that. The elf turned towards me and began to lift up the crown.

The sunlight danced off the slick black surface of the crown into my eyes and suddenly I was thrown into a flash back.

The king falling to the ground in a bloody heap on the floor plagued my eyes. The face of the king suddenly began to morph the blurry face of my father. I gasped and stepped away from the elf quickly. People in the crowd gasped at my actions. The elf stared at me in confusion.

"I-i can't take that crown." I said, looking up at the much taller person in a plea. When the elf said nothing, I pushed my brain to come up with a reasonable excuse not to take the crown.

"I do not want to take the previous kings crown. It represents how this land used to be and that's not what I want for this kingdom. I do not need a crown." I said, praying my voice didn't crack through out my small speech.

There were some whispers and mumbles from the crowd but it all died down when the elf next to me rose his hand. He set the crown into another elves arms and began to speak.

"Dracdalians, I would like to present to you, your new king, King Alistair!"

The crowd erupted in applause but even from where I stood, I could tell they were all worried and scared more than excited. It was understandable with what they had been put through.

I was not required to say anything and was quickly led back inside the castle. I walked back to my room, followed by guards and shut them out before they could ask if I needed anything.

What I needed was space. I kicked the boots off my sore feet and threw the cloak onto the floor near the bed. I fell face first onto the huge plush bed and let the tears leak out. I wanted to go home. I wanted to see Comet, Domino, Emerald and all my other dragons. I hoped that once I helped this kingdom, even with my lack of knowledge on this whole leading subject, that I would be able to go back home.

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So Alistair doesn't want the crown and it's honestly understandable. The elvish people also seem to not be sure about Alistair.
Hope you liked it!
(I had a picture to help visualize the like bath house thing but I can't find it sadly)