Never Laugh at a Live Dragon

Chapter 3

Hey!! I'm so sorry that this is kinda late, but school has been difficult to get used to and band has been keeping me on my toes constantly. :/ It's hard to find time to finish the chapter I was working on, let alone rewrite an entire one in time for updates. *sighs* sometimes I want to stab life with a rusty spoon.         

But neway!! So here's the new chapter. This has probably one of my favorite characters of all time in here and a NEW characters... *drumroll* ...DEYJA!!!!! or otherwise known as Ungwalë daddy. haha!! You might not be able to see it in this chapter but he's actually a really tricky and sly person who knows how to manipulate people to do his bidding. He's like... what I wish i could act like in real life without getting hunted down and killed by the government. But he's seriously awesome! Ask anyone who I roleplay with. He's one kick butt bad guy. *nods*

And one more thing!! You don't have to cause I know a lot of "normal" people on here probably wouldn't like K-pop but this song (the one to the side ---> ) has been stuck in my head for almost two weeks now. It's pretty awesome! haha!! you should check it out.  Oh and if i can find a pic of what Deyja looks like I'll put in on here by the video.

ENJOY THE CHAPTER!!!!! :D (comments would be wonderful!! I can't make my writing better without them. )

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      Why in Tartarus name did he think this was a good idea? I fumed, storming down the hallway in anger. The servants stayed clear of me, knowing that I wouldn't have mercy on anyone in my way. I smirked slightly. Smart idea on their part, I thought.

       My booted footsteps echoed slightly through the great halls as I walked. The torches lining the walls danced from the wind as I passed by. Slowly my objective came into view at the end of the great hallway. A regal looking door stood there, guarded heavily by lesser demons. I nodded to them as I walked by then pushed the door open with little effort, despite its size, and walked into the room.

       "Cotya!" I exclaimed, marching into the middle of the room. It was a library, but not in a way you may think. The walls were piled with books to the sky almost, but there weren't any desks, save one in the far right corner. The middle of the floor was raised into a stage almost, while the tiles formed incantations, whose meaning have been long forgotten by all save my father and the queen elidhu. A scrawny old man stood by the lone desk, a book in hand.

       "I thought you might come, Ungwalë," he said, putting down the book and turning around. The man was short in stature with a long gray beard and pale blue eyes. One might mistake him for a dwarf without further inspection. If you were to look close though you would see that he had no feet, only hooves, and a tail much like a horses. He was in fact, a sileni.

      "I need you to do something for me," I said, walking over to him.

       "And what might that be?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. His face made it obvious he knew what and didn't like it one bit, but I knew I had to ask anyway.

       "I need you to open a portal so I can talk to my father. It's important," I requested, looking down at my old mentor and close friend.

       "Why do you need to speak with him? You know it will lead to no good on your part," he argued, clearly upset.

       "He's been listening to me more than before as of late. After all I am one of the war generals in control of our whole army. He might listen to reason this time," I explained, trying to make him relax.

       He sighs and looks down at his shoes. A painful silence lingered for what seemed like ages before he spoke. "I will open the portal but don't say you weren't warned."