Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Seventy Eight

Elora’s POV

I ended up falling asleep, only waking up in a panic when I roll over to find Silas and Dragus still

weren’t back and in bed. Sitting up, I look to Matitus who was snoring beside me. Quietly hopping of

the bed, I head for the door and sneak down the stairs. The entire castle was quiet, all the lights off and

the heavy drapes closed in every room. The stone floor cold under my feet as I head to the front of

castle.

Walking to the door, I find no shoes when I remember I left them in the bedroom. Not wanting to risk

going back to the room and being caught, I pull on the door handle. The heavy doors creaking as I

sneak through. My feet sinking in an inch of snow and my toes instantly aching, as I peer out to find

overnight heavy snow had fallen coating everything white.

Rubbing my arms, I look around making sure the coast is clear before darting around the side of the

huge building towards the stable knowing that is the only place big enough to contain a dragon,

causing the least amount of structural damage if one were to suddenly shift. My teeth chattering as the

snow seeps into my clothes drenching me. Getting to the stables, I could hear growling, almost like a

purr. Yet through the bond I felt only peace, like they were all asleep and still unaware of my escape.

Pushing on the solid wooden door, I make a gap big enough to slip through. I notice no horses in the

stable but see the stalls they would be kept in. Walking along and peering in each one I see no one,

making me wonder if I imagined the growling I heard outside or if it was just the sounds of the strong

wind gusts. Moving toward the back of the stable, I notice it opened up into one large room before

going off in another direction.

A fire pit smouldering in the middle as the flames slowly die. Turning to my left the place seemed

never-ending when I see Dragus and Silas slumped against the wall, Silas arms folded against his

chest while Dragus was leaning his head on his shoulder. Any other time I would have found it cute

them snuggled up together, but It was clear they were exhausted, Silas jeans had burn holes in them

and so did Dragus’s. Silas was bare chested, and I shuddered knowing how cold it is, yet I also know

they don’t feel the cold like I do. My gazing was cut short when I hear a ferocious growl resonate from

behind me making me jump, Silas eyes flying open before he screams and I realise my mistake

walking in here, I just followed the path leading to them with out checking what was on the right, my

focus solely on finding them.

“Elora, no” Silas screams jumping to his feet. I spin around to find an almost fully shifted beast towering

over me, a wall of green scales coming into view. This one was more dragon then man, not like the

others I encountered outside the borders. The ground rumbling under its feet as it moved toward me. A

menacing growl escaping its mouth, as its teeth gleamed in the dimly lit area. It lunges at me and I

scream falling back on my ass only for it to stop inches off me and jerk backwards, I notice the chain

around its neck. It struggles trying to free itself when I feel the temperature rise suddenly and before I

know it, I see a fire heading directly toward me. I put my arm bracing for its fiery heat to engulf me

when I hear a grunt before it turns into a terrifying growl sending goosebumps all over my body.

Opening my eyes, Silas was suddenly in front of me, his face contorted in pain and I realise he took the

hit the flames hitting his back and diverting around him, smell his flesh sizzling under the intense heat,

feel his pain but his burning anger was ten times worse as it made me gasp. Panic hitting me and I

throw my hands out, purple light shooting from my fingers and I hear a whimper the room suddenly

going cold, and Silas drops to his knees in front of me. His gaze burning holes in me, he was pissed.

His deadly glare aimed at me as his eye flickered like a reptile dangerously. His hands gripping my

arms so tightly, I yelp as his claws dig in.

“What are you fucking doing down here” He screams at me before standing and ripping me to my feet. I

notice the charred marks on his shoulders bleeding onto his chest. The skin healing quickly before my

eyes. Dragus voice sounding behind me.

“Silas let her go” He says worry lacing his words, and I feel my blood trickle down my arms warm and

thick from his grip.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Matitus warned you Elora” Silas screams at me, making me flinch

away from his anger.

“Silas” Dragus yells to him before ripping me away from him. His claws slicing through my arms making

my eyes water as they cut through the flesh on my arms.

Silas takes a step forward and I step back closer to Dragus. A cold shiver running up my spine, at

seeing him so angry. My skin becoming itching as fear floods me.

Silas hands clench at his sides and I gulp. I hadn’t seen him this angry since the first night I met him,

his jaw clicking as he grits his teeth.

The dragon whimpers making him freeze as he goes to step toward me, his eyes flicking to the dragon

curled into a ball in the corner. I gasp when I see flowery vines wrapped around his body restricting his

movement. Looking down, my fingertips were still glowing subtly, and I realise I hadn’t let go of the

magic which would have freed him. Silas anger diffuses for a second and I walk past him toward wall of

scales.

Silas grips my arm as I walk past him, yanking me toward him. But I rip my arm from him, glaring at

him, fighting back the urge to run as his deadly glare penetrated me.

“I was looking for you, you hurt me once I won’t allow you to do it again” I tell him ripping my arm from

his iron grip. He lets go and I am flooded with guilt coming from him. Turning to the dragon, it lifts its big

head and growls, its wings were mangled and not formed as the vines wrapped around its body.

“Elora!” Dragus warns as it lifts its head and opens its mouth and I realise it was about to breath fire

again. I smack its nose with my fist, the dragon seemed shocked shaking its head before recoiling

away from me.

“It’s scared” I tell them, realising it thought I was coming in to attack it, no doubt like Silas did when he

captured it. I reach my hand out to it, the dragon flinching when it huffs hot air out its nose before I

touch its scaled head. Its eyes flickering as my hand comes in contact with its unusually cold scales.

Silas and Matitus always felt hot, this dragon felt cold, yet it the heat coming from its breath was

enough to cause steam in the air every time it breathed. It flinches and I leave my hand between its

eyes on his head, and he remains still.

“Elora!” Silas says stepping closer the dragons eyes going to him and I can feel its aura change it was

scared of them, scared they were going to hurt it.

“Stay there” I tell them putting my hand up behind me. I stroke between its eyes, the yellow snake like

eyes flicking back to me. Its green scales rippling in a wave and standing on end before settling against

its skin. I run my palm over its scales and hiss as I feel it slice through it. My hand dripping with blood.

“Are you nuts?” Dragus says as my blood drips onto the ground. The dragon sniffs it and I let my magic

move over my skin, bracing myself and getting ready to put up a wall if it suddenly goes berserk but it

doesn’t. Instead, it licks the blood that drips on the ground. I hold my hand to its nose as it sniffed the

ground before feeling its tongue snake out between its pointed teeth. Its tongue running along my palm

and up half my arm, it felt scratchy like a cats tongue and yet so slimy as it ran up my arm.

I prayed it would work not wanting to have to stab the scared beast with my sword. The thought

sickened me seeing it so vulnerable like it was. I take a step back when I feel hands grab my arms

ripping me backwards against them.

“That was the stupidest thing, I have seen you do” Silas growls next to my ear.

“It’s scared, I can feel its aura Silas. He thought I was going to hurt him like you did” I tell him, and he

looks back at the dragon when it starts shuddering, its scales rippling violently, and I could hear the

tearing of flesh, the dragon shudders its tiny, mangled wings stretching, but they weren’t like a batsNôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

wings more like two weird flaps on its back as it started writhing, its size getting smaller, and the vines

start dropping from around him as he shrinks.

He lets out a bloodcurdling screech that’s sounds pained and I close my eyes tight, covering my ears

with my hands at the noise. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard making my teeth ache.

The noise suddenly stops, and I see a filthy dirt covered man, his hair hanging to his waist was all

matted as he crouched on the ground. His entire body shaking as he stared at his hand in disbelief. He

starts sobbing touching his chest and looking at his skin amazed. I gasp and he looks over at me

before trying to stand only to fall as he crawled on his knees so fast before wrapping his arms around

my legs sobbing against me. Silas growls menacingly and I feel his body tense. I brush his hair back

and he looks up and I realise he only looks to be in his early twenties. His golden hair covered in grime

and he smelt terrible.

“Thank you, thank you” He sobs his voice rough and raspy like he was chain smoker, sounding similar

to Dakari’s when he first changed back. Silas pulls me back, the man dropping on all fours in front of

him and I elbow him pissed off.

“Mine” He tells the man. He looks down and away from Silas’s piercing glare. Dragus moves toward

him. Crouching beside him. I notice the man sniffed the air when he approached probably realising

Dragus was only part Dragon.

“What’s your name?” Dragus asks. The man seems to think like he was trying to remember what his

name actually was.

“Pluto” The man says trying out his name like it was weird using it.

Author Note

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