Awakening

Chapter 7

Chapter 7: True Potential

"And I shall lead Draconia to an age of peace!" I said, finishing my 8th and final speech.

"Nice speech as always, king." Carmine said, kissing my cheek.

"I appreciate you calling me king and all, but I'd prefer being called Axel."

"Ok, Axel. So how'd the meeting with the advisors go?"

"Better than expected. I-"

"King, there's a man here to see you." It was the Draconian guard that guarded the pool.

"I'll be with him in a minute," I said, turning to Carmine, "I'll be back."

I walked out of the room, which I'd become very familiar with. I passed by the living quarters, and said hello to the other girls. As I went to the royal chamber, I ran through the lines I'd ask the man. The two draconian butlers were waved away, and I entered the chamber.

"Hello, sir. Why are you here?" I asked.

"You'll see soon enough..." the stranger said, and as he said this, my view went dark and I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head. When I awoke, I was shackled to a chair.

"What?! Where the fuck am I?! Release me at once, you fucking psychopath!" I screamed into the darkness.

The dark cover was removed from my eyes, and I found myself in a room. The room was dark, but with enough light to see about 10 feet in front of me.

"Hmm, Axel. You're awake..." the stranger's voice echoed around me.

"What do you want from me?"

"I want you to step down from your rule."

"And why would I do that, when you've captured me?"

At this point, the stranger stepped forward. His dirty blonde hair hung in front of his eyes. I struggled against the chains, but I couldn't break from them. He walked up to me, and pressed a knife to my throat.

"You wouldn't want anything to happen to your "friends", would you?"

"If you touch a hair on any of their heads, I'll rip your spine out and use as a jump rope."

"I can think of a few things I to do with Carmine's hot body, and, oh! That split tongue..."

"Stop talking..."

"And don't get me started on that Valkyrie. Mm. With her flexibility, there's so many different positions that I could try..."

"I swear..."

"Oh and the angel. They're so pure aren't they? They must be so willing and submissive..."

"You bastard! I'll fucking kill you!" I shouted, pulling at the chains, but failing to break them.

The man swung his head back and let out a hearty laugh. This was my first good look at his face. His eyes were bloodshot and dark brown. His greasy skin and small facial features were rat like. He brought his hands to his face, and laughed harder. Once he finished his laughing, he grinned a homicidal grin and flashed the knife.

"You've had your run as king, and you'll go down as the dumbest one yet...", he said.

"I'll find you! I swear it." I shouted.

He let out a final cold whisper, "I doubt it.", and plunged the knife to my neck. I screamed, and I felt the salty taste of blood in my mouth. The room went dark. My eyes flashed open.

"Don't give up, my child. I'm here to help." A voice called out.

"I'm here, too." This voice was deeper, and more distorted.