Rise of Fire: Dragons Reborn [COMPLETED]

Chapter 30

  Here's an extra special long chapter for 30! I hope you guys enjoy! The first POV is of a very interesting King whom we will soon become uncomfortably acquainted. We also see a glimpse into the past and into the innerworkings of Hephatus's order. As always don't forget to leave a comment and a vote! Or just a vote if you're a silent reader. Any form of support never fails to leave a smile on my face. I'll see  you all in the next chapter! Let me know what you think will come next :)

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He rubbed his thumb over the paper again in contemplation. The words delicately scrawled over the parchment had assaulted his peace of mind for several hours already. As a King he didn't appreciate such things, he would have much rather been commanding the attention of his two favorite consorts, their sinfully naked bodies tantalized him even in that moment. But the moment he looked down again those thoughts turned to ash and his mouth dried up like the great deserts across the seas.

'My people claim to have seen a dragon...' He could have scoffed at such a notion. King Reynal knew nothing, his head was stuffed with crab shells and booze. Mostly just booze. Yet the letter he had written was far too sobering to be a farce or a joke.

'Glittering red scales, a woman held it. Her hair was as red as the dragon, presumably the beast's rider...' He ran a thumb over the word 'rider' with a sneer. A woman? Red haired no less. That could only mean elfen in blood. Damned knife-ears always got in his way.

'As the city burned she extinguished it. DragonFyre was set to consume it all when they appeared. Yet as I sent out my Royal Guard to find and apprehend them they vanished. However I do have it in good word that they have been seen travelling east towards your Kingdom.' He rolled his tongue over his teeth. If that was true he should send out some scouts. He could salvage a few of his plans yet.

After reading the parchment a few more times he tossed it casually into the hearth. He cared little for the missives of Reynal, especially considering that the King and his entire city should have long since burned to the ground. He had not spent months upon months orchestrating the event only to be met with defeat. Utter defeat no less, from the mouths of his spies he discovered that only a small portion of the city was affected thanks to a band of heroes. Only pirates managed to die.

He pulled out a few other letters, these from the pirates he had paid to transport full loads of the DragonFyre. He had paid a pretty penny then abandoned them in the hopes that time would work in his favor. They had written to him over and over with growing urgency as the barrels aged. They even informed him that they would sell it and keep his money. Of course no one in their right minds would buy already aged DragonFyre, so their hulls remained filled with it. And it had worked, only in the end it would seem fate had thwarted him.

"Your majesty what is it you would like us to do?" He looked up into the wizened face of his oldest and truest Kingsman. Deeply wrinkled leathery skin covered the man from head to toe. Snow white hair sat upon his head, cheeks, and chin. What was he now? Fifty seven years old? The oldest guard the city had to offer. The King tapped his fat fingers on the desk sluggishly. What did he want? To start he wanted to finish what he started and destroy Amethyst Cove and everyone in it. But for now a new and more pressing task was at hand.

"There's a band of dwarves travelling, five or so if I recall. With them is a woman with brilliant red hair, a half-elf if I had to guess. I've heard that they may be travelling to the city, I want you to send out a few brigades to see if you find them. If you do bring the woman to me immediately. I don't care if you have to put her in chains to do it." He waved a hand dismissing the man. The Kingsman bowed deeply before turning and marching off. If there was one thing the King liked it was a brisk and cold departure after orders had been given.