A Dragon's Heart

Never anger the dragon

Walking through the long dark corridors Myra felt chills running through her spine unpleasant way as she slowly approached the throne room where apparently Thorin was muttering to himself. Her footsteps echoed through the halls of Erebor letting Thorin know she was coming.

Thorin was sitting on his throne cold set of eyes fixed upon the entry, nerve on his face twitching as he listened to the footsteps getting nearer. Thorin's expression was stern, uncompromising while he tapped one of his fingers on the armrest waiting and getting impatient.

When she finally appeared on the doorway Thorin clenched his jaw and slowly stood up stepping forward as he watched her getting closer. Myra looked unsure as she was walking toward him, her raven black hair was messy, on her neck was bloodied bite marks from Smaug's teeth. Her clothes were smeared from her own blood but Thorin's glare was concentrated on her blueish eyes that in his mind were eyes of a gold-hungry dragon. Thorin didn't see a small woman in front of him, all he saw was lying creature who's honeyed words didn't have an effect on him anymore now that he knew what she was. His nemesis.

Myra halted on the base of the stairs in front of the throne and looked Thorin right in the eye. From his expression alone she knew this wasn't going to be easy, but she needed to try.

"Thorin..."

"Don't even say it...I know why you're here," Thorin growled at her turning sideways while staring at her angrily. Myra was little confused but reminded herself that the dwarf in front of her was suffering from the dragon sickness and discovering that she was a dragon didn't help.

"How much is it that you want?" Thorin's deep hoarse voice snapped her from her thoughts and glancing up Myra wasn't sure what exactly he was asking of her.

"Excuse me?" she whispered.

"How much of my gold you're after?" Thorin snarled glaring at her face. Myra blinked. He wasn't serious, was he?

"By my life, I will not part with a single coin! Not...one...piece of it!" Thorin's voice grew deeper until it sounded more like Smaug's possessive voice rather than his own making Myra shiver. He was clearly mentally affected by the sickness but swallowing she took a step forward in order to address him. But as she did that, Thorin drew his sword pointing it at her.

Myra stopped completely staring eyes wide at the sword and then shifted her gaze to Thorin who was looking at her.

"You don't have any right to approach me...dragon. I'll show you mercy only because you helped us to kill Smaug and now I'm doing you a favor," Thorin spoke his eyes dull gripping the handle tighter to keep it steady.

Myra felt tears burning behind her eyes but hardened herself, she would not cry in front of him.

"Mercy?" she asked her voice slightly cracking as she watched Thorin her heart little by little getting colder knowing what was to come.

"I'll let you go...I'll spare your life but you're never to set foot on my kingdom again. I'm banishing you forever. I don't wanna see your scaly face ever again dragon!" Thorin bellowed his last words and that moment Myra's heart shattered into million pieces, the pain was too much for her. It choked her, the feeling of someone stabbing her over and over causing the ultimate pain to her. Inside she was dying but from the outside, her face merely was set emotionless expression, the gaze got ice cold and her mouth was straight line while she took a deep breath.

"As you wish...dwarf..." she sneered the word dwarf, almost spitting it at Thorin's face and turning around Myra walked away from Erebor, from Thorin's life. What would happen now wasn't her problem.