Dragon Days MxM (Staten Krown)

7

No sign of Raisa. None. Not even close.

I hear Prince Alexander mutter under his breath with annoyance, "This would be a whole lot easier on top of dragons."

Natasha hears him but of course, he gets away with his stupidity. I bite my tongue not wanting to respond in the most snappy way ever and ask him how he supposes we use dragons to search for Mistress Raisa and her dragon when there was a sleeping nest of wild dragons all over the wilds. Of course, no one else says anything to Alexander. God forbid someone calls him a lazy piece of shit like he deserved to be called.

Instead, Natasha just turns to us, "We should rest. The dragons are dormant for some reason, almost in a trance. We can just continue the search tomorrow."

"I'll light a fire," Maxim offers.

"No fire," Natasha warns him, "We need to be as lowkey as possible."

"Well then I'm taking this all off," Maxim states, looking down at his armor.

He has more armor than the rest of us. The prince and I barely have any. The prince probably never needed any and I couldn't afford anything but the squire robes that were given to me. He takes off his armor and reveals underneath that he has nothing but a tight undershirt. My eyes are glued on him when he starts. It's almost like a strip tease as we watch him first taking off his gauntlets, removing his visor and then his the chin strap for his helmet. I notice I'm not the only one looking when he gets to his breastplate.

"Damn..." I hear Prince Alexander whisper.

It's one thing we had in common. Maxim was a FINE specimen. He takes off the buckles of the heavy armor that held the various parts of the breastplate together. It comes crashing to the ground.

He has nothing but a tight shirt underneath showing his glistening muscles. It's soaking with sweat but he takes the undershirt off too.

I can't stand how Alexander is looking at him.

"You might want to keep that on," I state, "It gets cold in the wilds at night."

"You remember how cold it gets?" he asks.

Strange. I hadn't known that was a memory of mine. He had a point. I shrug my shoulders. Sure enough, though there is a cold breeze piling up out of nowhere. Now that the sun was down, it comes heavy and immediate. Natasha leans up against the nearest tree while the rest of us struggle to get comfortable.

"If there are wild dragons here maybe one of their souls will approach me..." Alexander states, "Maybe I can become a dragon rider."

"We can't let any of the wild dragons know we're here," I state.

"You jealous there were dragons down there bigger than yours?" Alexander asks, "You just trying to stop me from being great."

I roll my eyes. It was all about him. I was trying to save my own neck at this moment.

Luckily Natasha doesn't leave me out to dry, "Nik is right, Prince Alexander. With all due respect, if we alert even one dragon that we are near, it's possible we'll be attacked. Our dragons have been sent far enough so they won't be here to help us in time. Even if they were..."

"There are too many," I finish off Natasha's thought.

Way too many. It was a fucking army out there.

We're all thinking the same thing in those moments. It's Maxim who says it, "I didn't know so many dragons existed."

"Could this be the prophecy?" I ask.

I remember what Maxim had read about. Arwen, the elf, had written about the end of the world. Details were in the elven articles. Could this be what my mother was trying to hide for some reason? Could this be why she took the elven articles and came to the wilds?