Our Planet has Crashed [COMPLETE]

sixty five - Wings of Fire

Wren POV:

"Get your FILTHY HANDS OFF ME!" Wren kicked the two porcupine guards dragging her to the stupid Invincible Lord's stupid meeting room. "For the LAST TIME, I can't control dragons!"

"It seemed like it," one said. "With that Mountain dragon."

By the time they reached the large double doors to the meeting room, one of the guards had a black eye and the other was rubbing his stomach, bending over to minimize the pain. Wren was very pleased with herself. That was, until the doors opened and the guards shoved her in, tying her hands to the back of her chair.

The Invincible Lord was there with a very smug smile on his arrogant face. Undauntable sat next to him, looking very uncomfortable and never meeting Wren's eyes. He stared at the table the whole time. "Wren. That is your name, yes?" The Invincible Lord asked.

Wren stayed silent, only glaring at him.

"Ah, well," he sighed. "If you won't cooperate, we'll just have to make you," the wretched man signaled for someone Wren couldn't see to come forwards, and soon she felt the sharp blade of a dagger to her throat. Wren laughed. "You wouldn't kill me if you went through so much trouble just to fine me," she said. When she noticed the look of displeasure on the Invincible Lord's face, she knew she was right.

He sighed again. "We don't have forever, whatever-you-name-might-be-if-it isn't-Wren, and we plan on going in two days to—"

"Two days?" she said. 

"You didn't let me finish," he said impatiently. "We are setting off in two days to go to the Mountain dragons' palace—"

"You're kidding, right?" Wren interrupted. "How many times do I have to tell you: I don't control dragons!" 

"Then how do you explain this?" he held up a perfect replica drawing of her sitting on Sky's back in Ivy's village underground. Sky was smiling, and Wren looked particularly bossy. Wren frowned. "I wasn't—"

"Really?" scoffed the Invincible Lord. "I don't believe you, since you seem to be the source of my son's nice orange scales."

Undauntable flushed with humiliation and sank lower in his chair when Wren turned to glare at him too. When his father looked away, he mouthed sorry so fast that Wren barely caught it. But that didn't make her any less mad. "And what makes you think those scales come from a living dragon? I could have picked it up from some dragon's old cave or something," Wren retorted.

"Then how are they all the same?" he asked.

"Because one dragon does not have seven different scales!" Wren shouted. 

"See? Look how much you know about these dragons."

"I see enough while I wander. I don't have to know them." 

"That's too bad. Then maybe you can just get them to give us the treasure, then you can get eaten or whatever. All the treasure, though, not just one gold nugget." The Invincible Lord sighed dreamily.

"I'm not going with you to get eaten," said Wren. "Why don't you go do that? I wouldn't mind seeing you die."

"You're the one who—"

"I can't, for the last time!" she cried in exasperation. 

"We'll bring you there if you're kicking and screaming. You are not getting out of this. Meeting over," he announced, dragging Undauntable to his feet and out the room. Wren attempted to stand and get out of the chair but another porcupine guard heaved her and the chair up like it was no hard feat, bringing her back to the damp, dark cell on the lowest floor of the fortress the Invincible Lord lived in.