Short stuff series

My Dragon (M)

~ prince of the dragon folk meets a wild dragoness and tries to teach her the way of a normal life ~

They called them the children of the dragon. When the dragon folk become of age, they can develop fire abilities along with eventually turning into a dragon.

Prince Varr had been no exception to this rule. By his twentieth birthday he could transform into a red fire breathing dragon.

His older brother was a warrior and loved turning into a dragon. He was practically always fighting with his fire or transforming into the beast so many knights feared.

The two princes had grown up in the medieval times, times before history was history. Magic was imminent and popular with very few kingdoms ruling it out.

The dragon folk had originated in a town called YalsPine. The people of YalsPine had been cursed by an angry witch and generations later, their people had extraordinary abilities. Hence the abilities of turning into fire breathing monsters.

The current King of YalsPine was weary however, the other kingdoms had slowly been turned off magic, threatened by its incredible and limitless abilities.

Fearful, the king placed a law stating that no one was to openly use their abilities in case a visitor freaks out and tattles to a rival kingdom. War was something he wished to prevent.

Prince Varr and his brother, the heir to the throne, Prince Erdrich had been tasked with the safety of the kingdom.

It was this notion that had sent Prince Varr into the wilderness. He had been scouting the perimeter.

Although Prince Varr was more into books and learning Witchery rather than fighting, he could still protect his kingdom. To which he did.

Prince Varr hopped off his black stallion and walked slowly to a cave that had a few broken items out the front of it.

Curiously, the young prince stepped into the cave, his hand flickering with his fire power.
He frowned when he saw a pale figure huddled in the corner.

As he approached the figure he saw the long brown locks and wide and frightened eyes of a young female with burn scars on her hands, going up to both elbows. She was injured, lost, broken.

"It's okay" the young prince coaxed, revealing his tanned complexion and flattened blonde hair, his crown glistening with red rubies and his tunic gold with silver armour.

"No need to be frightened. My name is Prince Varr. May I ask yours?" He says softly, approaching ever so carefully.

He noted the young woman wasn't only malnourished and pale but also wet. Had she been swimming? Further more, the young woman was naked. Her clumped hair being her only protection. That and huddling her knees to her chest.

"I promise not to hurt you. Swear it on my crown" he says bending down. He didn't dare touch the poor, scared maiden.

"Do you come from a kingdom of magic or a kingdom of Christianity?" She says croakily. She sounded dry, dehydrated.

The prince was going to lie, to protect his own skin but with his flames it had been evident that he didn't have a choice but to say the truth.

"I come from a kingdom of magic." He says finally. The young maiden tucks some hair behind her pointed ear.

"I know not where I come from but I have magic and have been tossed into countless dungeons because of my abilities. I'm sorry if I frightened you" she says clearly. Her accent threw off the young prince. She sounded like a traveller.