Arthlidyke: King of Death

Meeting Royalty

Let's start out with a bang.

Saphira's p.o.v

This dragon, no freak, was big. And how did he know we were coming. There are many patients walking around. Did he just happen to hear us walking to him? Or is there something else here?

"What's your name young one?" My father asked. This dragon was a bit taller than me. But only by a few inches. Not something sinister.

"Arthlidyke. My names Arthlidyke. What about you two?" He looked us up and down. I could see a defensive wall behind his eyes. His guard was held up.

"I am Grendon. King of Atlantia." He poked me with his tail.

"I am Saphira, his daughter." I pointed at me father.

"Nice to meet you two." He smiles. That smile is creepy. It sends chills down my spine.

I look him up and down as well. His whole body was fit and showed clear signs of training. Muscle bulged out of his body. Especially form his chest, arms and legs. His giant horns on his head showed for smashing and crushing. He must be the type to use brute strength. Two giant wings on each side, all littered in armored spikes.

His arms showed spikes growing out of his forearms and shins. Each spike was black as night. Wicked looking claws protruded from his paws. Hood fro gripping, slicing, and slashing. His underbelly was a reddish orange. While his top back and sides were a black and red. The teeth that protruded from his mouth looked to be reinforced to his skull.

He wrapped his tail around his talons. From the base of his tail to the tip was rows of black spikes. Going down to he base of his tail was a vice-like thing of longer spikes. I looked back up and froze. His violent purple eyes were on me. He is studying me. I thought. I growled.

"Whaf is going on for somebody like me to be met by the royal family?" He joked. I just snorted in annoyance.

"Not quit." I growled at him. He just grinned. This freak is so annoying. "No jokes freak." He didn't falter in his face.

"Aren't we all freaks on a way. White I come from. Anyone different would be rejected by society." He then chuckled. "Apariently I can't escape that torment." He sighed.

"Anyways." My father interrupted. "How did you get here?" He asked.

"Well. How can I put it into a way that is easiest to explain." Arthlidyke said.

"Just explain." I groaned. He chcukcled.

"Okay. Someone sent an assassin after me to kill me because he thought I was to dangerous to be alive. I got impaled into a log and lost consciousness. I woke up who knows how long later to see the blade gone and a bloody hole left in its wake. I limped through the woods till I was met with a cliff. I saw your... Kingdom was it. Anyways, I glided down hoping to get some help when I crashed I to a tree due to blurry vision by blood loss. I limp-walked some more until I got to the enterance. I asked the two guards if I could get some help, but they ran away". This guy is hard to kill.

"Shuffling up the street. Blood trailing behind me, everyone freaked out as I walked by. I asked around for a hospital and eventually one gave me directions. Then she attacked me and you know what's left." He finished. Wow. To survive implement to the chest is a lack that few have got. But to do all that shows determination.

"That is quiet the story." My father said.

Arthlidyke's p.o.v

I told my story to the best I could. They would think in crazy if I told them I was from a different world. She would no doubt attack me again. She looks ready to pounce.