J2 Fic: The Dragon Prince Part 6/8
Title: The Dragon Prince
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,131
Warning/spoilers: dragons, explicit violence, sexual situations
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: In a world where dragons exist, they were once considered majestic peaceful creatures feared by men. However due to a horrific twist of events, war was waged between man and dragon. One man dared to capture and enslave a dragon for his vengeful desires. Could the seed of such wrathful actions bear forth love, salvation and redemption? Story has been beta by anniespinkhouse.
Part 6
The dragon is honorable and loyal to death. To gain its trust is gift beyond all things magical.
Interlude: A wise man will put his trust in a creature that will never break him.
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Jared stared into the scrolls in front of him, unable to concentrate on the words. His mind was lost to the dreams of the white dragon he had the previous night. He remembered having the same dreams as a young boy, before his family was murdered. Every night for months, the white winged creature with unforgettable emerald green eyes had haunted him in his dreams. He suddenly realized his phantom white dragon had the same green eyes as Jensen but he quickly dismissed the similarities between the two. He had already seen Jensen’s sun-kissed dragon form.
He sat at the table in the war room with scrolls and maps spread across the wooden surface. The maps were marked with locations of Cortese’s territories and the lands of his allies. Jared wanted to prepare a campaign to crush Cortese powerbase and neutralize the threat the king posed to him.
The duke raised one eyebrow when his captain in arms rushed into the room, his face pale with worry and fear.
“What is it, Chad?” Jared asked, already sensing his friend’s anxiety.
“My lord, I bring you alarming news. Since the attack on Winchester, we have stationed more guards around the edge of our lands. One of our scouts has returned with news that a large army has approached and entered our western part of our territory.”
“I assume these are Cortese’s men?”
The blond captain shook his head. His bright blue eyes filled with fear. He said, “No. They are not wearing the King’s colors. The scout is educated in historical battles and swears he recognized their armor and the flag they carried. He believes that it is a Druid army marching toward Winchester.”
“Druids? That is impossible. Druids have not been seen for over a thousand years. There has been no sighting or contact since the last war of the great races. Every legend speaks of their retirement from the wars of men. It is said they retreated to the peace of their homeland. Is the scout certain?”
“Yes, he is. His family were devoted Druid worshippers and he was taught from birth to recognized their colors, armor, and weapons. My lord, do you know why the Druids are coming?”
Jared stared steadily at his captain in arms. He said, “Prepare the men for war.”
Chad exclaimed, “War? Do you think they wish us harm? Why?”
The captain watched his lord’s eyes darken with vengeance and his face harden with anger. Jared replied, “They come for Jensen. Anyone or anything that dares to take my dragon from me will face their death.”
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Jensen slid deeper into the warm water, relaxing against the smooth steel of the bathtub, soaking the heat into his pleasure-worn body. After spending several blissful hours in Jared’s masterful embrace, the duke insisted that Jensen took a bath to ease the sore muscles of his body. No doubt the duke also wanted him to recover quickly for their next passionate session, later that evening, and Jensen flushed with excitement and anticipation. He was shocked at his carnal desires for his duke. He had never felt such passionate stirrings in his life before. He smiled, his mind drifted to his Croi and the feeling of peace filled his body. As much lust Jared had invoked in him, he also gave Jensen serenity and harmony. Jensen felt treasured and loved in the duke’s powerful embrace.
The soothing heat of the water made Jensen drowsy, his limbs felt heavy as his eyes drifted shut and he slipped into a light doze. Fine fingers lightly caressed his chest. The dragon purred in contentment, his thoughts consumed by the duke. The fingers began to trace along his arms, down to his chest and gently rubbed into the golden scales at his ribs. Jensen moaned in pleasure as his cock began to harden in arousal. As the fingers slowly drifted toward his cock, Jensen jerked out of his slumber, his green eyes flashed blood red.
“Cé a dares chun teagmháil a dhéanamh dom?!” He roared in rage, and flames of red fire ignited on the water and around the bathtub chasing away the phantom fingers and engulfing him, without harm. He surveyed the room, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Jensen was infuriated that someone other than his Jared dared to touch him in such an intimate manner.
The fire continued to burn on the surface of the water but it wasn’t over. Jensen felt a hand wrapping around his knee underneath the water. His eyes narrowed in fury as he yanked his leg out if its grasp and leaped out of the steel tub.
The dragon stood, breathing heavily, a few feet from his bath. His eyes still shone blood red, waiting to catch a glimpse of his unknown opponent. The clear blue water in the bathtub began to bubble and a water form emerged, standing in the steel container reflecting the shine of flames in its liquid depths.
Ripples of water from the icy figure crash against the burning fire. However, the flames continue to burn, unaffected by the tiny rip currents.
“What are you?” Jensen asked the water form. The fire still continued to burn along the edges and on the surface of the water.
The water form turned its head toward the dragon. Suddenly, the form solidified into ice taking the shape of a massive man.
“My dragon, I mean you no harm,” the ice shape said to him.
“What are you?” Jensen repeated his question.
“My name is Alexander. I am a Druid.”
“What do you want?”
“I have come for you. I will free you from these unsavory humans.”
“I do not need your help. You are not welcome here. Be gone.”
A steady stream of water dripped from the tub, gathered and slid toward the unsuspecting dragon.
“I fear, my dragon, you do not understand the true predicament that you are in. Best I take you away from here for your own safety.” And with those threatening words, icy ropes wrapped around Jensen, draining his energy. With the silver rings dampening his strength, he was unable to overcome the dark Druid magic that sank deeper into his body by the second. He struggled against the binds, causing him to lose his balance and fall helpless to his knees. The icy ropes slowly dragged the struggling dragon toward the icy form of Alexander.
“Scaoileadh dom, Draoi!” Jensen roared, his nails digging into the wooden floor, scrabbling to prevent the pull toward the bathtub while trying to crawl away.
“No, my beautiful dragon, I will never release you.”
A cold breeze began to caress Jensen’s naked shoulder. The touch slipped down toward his chest, teasingly close to his nipples. Jensen increased his struggles, enraged that the Druid would dare to touch him against his will.
“You are very beautiful and tempting. I did not expect that. Then again, you are the Great Dragon that we have waited for. It is time that we take you home with us.”
“No!” Jensen cried out, feeling the touch moving down past his stomach trailing to his cock. Each time he struggled, the icy ropes dragged him closer to the bathtub. He cursed and dug his fingers deeper into the floorboards. Another cold touch began caressing his back, rubbing at his sensitive scales while gliding closer to his ass. He felt a finger-like touch massaging and gripping at his cheeks, spreading them in preparation of penetration. Jensen howled with rage, his mind calling for flames to burn the icy figure. However, the more he called for his power, the faster the frosty ropes drained his strength.
The door to the bedchamber suddenly swung open. The towering rage of the duke filled the doorway.
“Jared,” Jensen cried out. He was ashamed to let his mate see him being overpowered and touched by another.
The duke’s eyes darkened to brown orbs; he curled his lips and bared his teeth. He pulled out his sword and made his way quickly to the ice figure.
“Do you think you can defeat me? No human weapon can kill me, weakling,” Alexander sneered.
Jared remained coldly silent. Without any hesitation, he shoved his sword directly into the center of the frozen body. He twisted the sword and ripped it sideways completely slicing the figure in half. The structure crumbled, clunks of ice scattered and dropped into the tub and onto the floor.
The duke dropped to his knees, ripping the constricting, ice from Jensen’s naked flesh. He clutched the trembling dragon in his arms, tenderly laying kisses on Jensen’s pale face while whispering comforting sweet words to his pet. As the ice was torn from his skin, Jensen felt his strength returning to his body. He buried his face into Jared’s chest, seeking safety and security in the duke’s powerful embrace.
“How were you able to defeat him, Croi?” Jensen uttered, inhaling Jared’s familiar musky scent with comfort.
“My sword was made out of iron, little one. Druids can be killed with iron metal. And their black magic can be destroyed the same way. I made sure to know how to kill all enemies that might dare to take what is mine. And you are mine.”
The possessive words warmed Jensen’s heart and comforted him. For the first time, he felt vulnerable and weak. He hugged Jared closer to him, seeking the peace and security that only the duke could provide. The duke continued to gently pet his dragon, running his claiming hands over the exposed, freckled flesh. His light kisses soon became heated as he pressed Jensen to the cold, wet floor.
Jared felt the animalistic urge to reclaim his property. He wanted to wipe away any memories that Jensen had of another touching him. Jared growled his anger at the Druid that dared to use magic to enslave his beautiful dragon. He felt his dragon trembling beneath him and mumbled his apologies and gave assurances that he was not upset with Jensen, merely at the Druid who had challenged his claim on his dragon.
Jared scooped the dragon in his arms and carried his naked, quivering pet to their bed. He knew Jensen was feeling scared and confused and he smoothed and comforted his pet with gentle hands. Jensen unburied his pale face from Jared’s chest and leaned up to kiss the duke.
He quietly said, “I can still feel those icy cold hands against my skin. I hate it! I hate how I couldn’t stop him. I hate how I betrayed you. I hate how I have failed you, my Croi.”
Jensen felt the duke’s strong fingers tilt his face upward until his eyes met the intense stare of blue-green orbs filled with faith and devotion. Jared replied, “You did not fail me for I should have protected you from all harm, especially from those who envy me for what is clearly mine. If there is any blame, it rests on my shoulders and never on yours, little one.”
The duke gently caressed Jensen’s lips, silencing them with his fingers when he saw that Jensen was about to protest.
“Hush, do not argue with me on this. Let me help you forget everything except the one undeniable fact that you will always belong only to me.”
The dragon teasingly licked the fingers that were pressed against his lips and watched the flare of instant arousal light up in Jared’s face. Jensen flushed in embarrassment and desire, unconsciously rubbing himself against the muscular body that pressed against him.
Jared slowly smiled at the shy actions of his dragon. He was more aroused by the fact that Jensen had initiated the intimate sexual act than the feel of the hot wet tongue against his fingers. He bent down and began kissing his beloved dragon.
He showered kisses upon kisses onto Jensen’s naked freckled flesh. He slowly moved down the dragon’s chest. He made sure to lick and bite at the scales teasingly with Jensen’s delighted moans close to his ear. He continued his kissing quest downward until he reach Jensen’s hard red leaking cock.
Jensen stared at Jared’s red lips inches from his arching cock. He could feel Jared’s hot breath and it made him whimper with excitement. Jared gave him a devilish grin that made his heart beat faster before the duke bent down and swallowed it whole. Jensen cried out in pleasure, hot, tight wetness surrounded his leaking cock as Jared’s greedy mouth began bobbing up and down his hard, long length. He started to thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Jared’s inviting throat. He felt the blunt fingers of the duke against his hole, rubbing at the soft sensitive rim. The duke then thrust his fingers into the tight channel, hitting his prostate with each plunge. He was consumed with pleasure, gasping and crying out his need for his lord duke.
“Jared!” Jensen mewled as he whited out in pleasure, spilling his come down the duke’s welcoming throat. Jared tenderly slipped Jensen’s spent cock from his lips. He moved upward, his own cock hard and arching against his stomach. He looked down at his debauched dragon with satisfaction. He jerked himself off quickly and shot his hot come all over his dragon’s body, claiming his pet. Jensen moaned in desire as he let his mate’s semen spill in trails over his chest, stomach and groin. His cock gave a sensitive twitch in response to Jared’s possessive, yet calming action. His anxiety quickly dissipated and he felt at peace once more.
As the couple lay intertwined, gently kissing and relearning each other’s bodies, the toxic memories of the Druid’s foul and violating touches seeped away from Jensen’s mind. It was replaced by the passionate security of Jared’s safe arms.
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“I will not leave your side, Croi. If you dare to lock me in our bedchamber, I will break down the door. We should never be separated. I need to watch over my maité.”
“Jensen, you will not give me orders. I give you orders.” Jared said, however he couldn’t help but grin when he saw the stubborn pout his dragon gave him. He unsuccessfully tried to hide his smile from his pet.
“Do not laugh at me, you abnormally big human! I will not let any danger come to my maité!”
“Are you going to at least tell me what maité means?” Jared asked. Jensen glared at him and shook his head.
“You don’t deserve to know! And if you want to, you have to ask my mathair like a proper súirí maité!” Jensen grumbled watching Jared pull on the last of his armor.
The soldiers were preparing for war with the Druids. The women and children were sent away to hide in the forest for their protection. They had Jensen’s scale in their possession so that the woodland creatures would continue to watch over them.
Although the people were facing a war with a magical race, they did not resent or blame Jensen. Instead, they wanted to defend their duke and protect the dragon from the evils of the Druids. They knew that a druid had tried to harm their innocent dragon. The anger and rage on Jensen’s behalf, stirred the men and women to forget their fear of the supernatural and unite in outrage and righteous fury to one common goal, protecting their dragon.
“I will fight by your side, Croi. Do not argue with me! We are one. Let not any creature be it human, magic, or monster separate us in this life or the next.”
Jared smiled at the passionate words of his pet. “Jensen, my sweet little one. I do not plan to leave your side. The last time I did, a fucking druid tried to take what is mine. Calm yourself, little one. In this battle, we will fight side by side. Now come and give me a kiss.”
The dragon narrowed his eyes not believing that his possessive and overprotective lover was allowing his presence on the battlefield. He couldn’t worry about it too long though because he wanted to kiss his Croi. He reached up quickly to kiss his lover’s smiling lips.
The dragon asked the duke, his green eyes troubled and uncertain. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life, little one.”
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“This does not look good, my lord.” Chad said to his duke. Both men stared out across the field. Thousands of armed Druids could be seen in the setting sun. Their armor glittered in the fading sunlight.
Jared did not expect the vast numbers of the Druid army. They outnumbered his men by at least three to one. The duke wondered if each druid had the ability to perform magic. He knew the odds were stacked against Winchester, but right now his captain needed to hear rousing words from his leader.
“Doesn’t matter if its hundred thousand fucking druids out there. They still bleed. Make sure the men are all carrying iron swords and shields for their weapon. Those ugly pale haired bastards are not immortal. They can be killed.” Jared spoke loudly, confident in this twilight hour. He knew his men heard his every word.
Chad nodded and motioned the archers into position. All their arrowheads were made of iron.
Jensen walked bare foot to the duke, to stand by his side. His pale figure was starkly visible among the heavily armed humans. He had refused to wear armor. Instead he opted to wear his simple white silk shirt and brown pants. The Padalecki family crest shone brightly over his chest.
“Many of our men will die this day.” Jensen solemnly whispered to the duke.
“That maybe so,” the duke replied.
“Why would they sacrifice their lives for me, a mere dragon? I am not worth it. Let me go to the Druids to avoid bloodshed.”
“You are many things: annoying, stubborn, and a bed hogger, but you will never be worthless. Do you not understand why we are fighting? We are defending our home. And you have become our home.”
Tears filled Jensen eyes with the duke’s words. Jared continued to stare at his pet, wanting to make sure that Jensen finally understood his place not only in Jared’s household but also in his heart. Jared was still too afraid to admit his true feelings for the dragon to himself. He was emotionally scarred from the death of his family. For years he had shied away from any form of strong attachment. The closest relationship he had was his friendship with Chad. Even then, there were boundaries; Chad would never dare question his lord duke. No one had dared challenge his authority. He did not realize how lonely he was until Jensen crash-landed into his life. The dragon was stubborn, willful, and thought nothing of defying his Croi.
With one last lingering look at his dragon, Jared commanded, “Release the arrows. Rain hell on their heads!”
Deadly arrows flew through the darkened grey sky aimed directly at the Druid army. A tall blond-haired Druid stepped forward from the crowd and raised his battle-axe to the cloud of arrows and the projectiles froze in midair. With one flick of his battle-axe, the blond druid redirected the arrows toward the soldiers of Winchester.
“Shields!” Jared roared to his men. He hastily grabbed Jensen and pushed him down onto the grassy field. He used his body to cover his dragon, protecting him from the arrows that littered the space around them. He heard the clang of the shafts hitting metal shields and cries of pain as some hit human flesh.
In the distance he heard the blood thirsty clamor of the druid army, celebrating their attack. Jensen’s sweet scent filled his nose and he became afraid for his dragon. He did not care if he lived or died, but the idea that Jensen may be left alone and hurt or killed, turned his blood cold. He couldn’t dwell on it longer; Jensen was pushing at his chest, demanding to be let up from his protective embrace. Jared carefully surveyed the area to make sure it was safe for his dragon to stand up.
As they both struggled to get up together, the dragon looked intensely at his Croi and asked, “Do you trust me?”
The duke frowned at his pet and replied, “I told you before; of course I do.”
“Then remove these rings from my hands and feet and stand down.”
“What the hell are you talking about Jensen?”
“Please, Croi. I need you to trust me. Trust that I will keep you safe, trust that I will never harm or betray you. Trust that I will give up my very essence and soul for your life and happiness. Please Croi. Do not make me beg.”
Jared looked into the pleading face of his dragon. He felt all his men waiting for him to give the signal to rush the field and meet the Druids head on for a brutal decisive confrontation. Even now, with Jensen’s declaration, Jared still worried that his dragon might transform and leave him. However, the glint of determination in Jensen’s vivid green eyes made Jared want to cast all of his reservations away and believe in his dragon.
He kneeled silently and removed all of the rings from the dragon’s toes and fingers. It was a decisive action to demonstrate to his pet that he did believe in him.
Jensen briefly laid a hand over Jared’s heart. He turned and drew his shirt over his head. Without any hesitation, he walked bare-chested, directly in front of the human army. He continued to walk several more feet with Jared walking closely by his side.
The dragon stared at the Druid army. He whispered, “Thank you for believing in me. Remember no matter what happens, I will always be yours, as you will always be mine, my Croi.”
Before Jared could demand an explanation, the Druid army gave a roar and rushed onto the field, running directly toward them.
“Bás a thagann go léir go lorg an dragan theaghlach!” Jensen roared; massive translucent wings erupted from his pale freckled back. His eyes shone white as he bared his fangs at the oncoming horde about to descend upon them. Power flushed throughout his body as he concentrated his strength into the grassy field.
“Fhréamh Saol chloisteáil Dhia le mo ghuí,” Jensen intoned. Thousands of thick brown roots ground exploded upward from the ground twisting and tangling around each Druid, slowly drawing them under, into dirt that swallowed them like quicksand.
The Druids tried to fight off the vines, but the harder they struggled, the faster they sank into the ground. Before long, many were almost completely buried under the earth.
The leader of the Druids, Alexander, looked to Jensen. Soil covered his pale hair as he made his plea, “My dragon, please spare my brothers. We seek only to save you from the humans, for we have seen your future. The man that dares to stand by your side will bring you nothing but death and pain. He will destroy everything that you are! Please heed me, Dragcokis!”
Jensen tilted his head and stared at the begging Druid with white shiny eyes. He had wrapped his misty white tail around Jared’s right thigh during the battle. The feel of the duke’s muscled leg calmed the gushing rage he felt toward the enemy. Instead of becoming consumed with bloodlust, he was able to concentrate and direct his powers. It gave him comfort to have his Croi close by his side.
“My Croi will never harm me. But if you claim to see the future, then you must know what awaits you.”
The Druid leader’s bright blue eyes flashed with fear as he began to struggle harder against the roots that bound him. “No! Please my dragon we are the same! Magic creatures that will not bow down to the rule of men.”
“We will never be the same. Do not use magic to link us together, Draoi. I know the harm your species have visited upon my kind. I am seeking retribution for the grave abuse you have bestowed upon me. Nobody but my Croi is allowed to touch me. Your transgression was unforgiveable and your punishment will be to spend your immortality beneath the earth, never to see sunlight again. Your only companion will be your screams for a death that will never come.”
With those final words, Jensen commanded the roots to drag the druid leader, screaming and fighting, into the black soil. He would be buried to the deep core of the earth where, every few years his cries and pleas would be felt as quakes from ground.
“Go, Druid army back from whence you came for the age of the Druids has long passed. I will not be this lenient the second time you dare to interfere with Mankind.”
The dragon released the roots that were wrapped around the remaining druids and watched them silently, as they dragged themselves out of the earth and retreated to the forest. Jensen’s wings flapped against the breeze. He longed to completely transform into his dragon form and fly through the air. He missed the feel of the wind and clouds against his scales but he yearned more for Jared’s intoxicating embrace. He pushed down his rising powers and his eyes slowly returned to green. The misty white wings and tail dissipated until they were nothing but distant memories of a dragon’s magic.
Jensen looked up at the duke. He was afraid that Jared might scorn him after being confronted by his dragon wings and tail. The dragon was surprised by the lust and devotion in Jared’s eyes. He smiled shyly and lifted his arms. Jared quickly tugged him close and crushed his lips in a hungry embrace. The dragon could hear the men cheer and he blushed, but the mortification he felt was rapidly forgotten as he became lost in his passion for Jared.
In the fading twilight hours, a dragon had successfully defended a human fortress against the powers of supernatural force.
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In a far distant eastern land, several winged creatures sat perched on stone pillars that towered high from the earth to the sky.
“Kane, why have you assembled us here in our most sacred land?” Gabriel, a black scale Chieftain dragon of the North province asked.
“I come with a plea for help. Since the time of our origin, our clans have separately ruled our own territories. We have all awaited the day the Great Dragon is born and under him, we will become one clan, living peacefully together,” Kane said.
“If I wanted a history lesson or pipe dream, I would have stayed home. We all know we had to separate into different domains to keep our peace. If there are too many dominating dragons in one area, a blood-challenge is sure to erupt. In order for the survival of our kind, we scattered our power into separate lands. That is reason for the separation of clans.” Jim, a dark brown scaled dragon called out. He was the chieftain of the southern lands.
“Yes, Jim you are correct, but it is also foretold that the Great Dragon will be able to calm our blood lust and provide a stable environment for us to finally live in harmony. I believe the Great Dragon has been born. It is Jensen.” Kane proclaimed.
“You are mistaken, Kane! It was foretold that the Great Dragon will have white scales. While Jensen has rare golden scales, he still does not have the prophesied color. He cannot be our promised savior,” Danneel, a red scale dragon argued. Her land lay in the center of all four surrounding dominions.
“I would agree with you except for the fact that Jensen is still a dragonlling. He has yet to mature into his final dragon form.”
“Kane, it is unlikely that Jensen will have different color scales in his final transformation. Are we willing to risk having another full-blown war with the humans? There are not many of us left, and our numbers have been dwindling each year. Are you sure this not because you have lost your potential mate and selfishly need us to help you retrieve him?” Mark, a green scale Chieftain dragon from the Western territories asked.
“I will not lie, I had planned to take Jensen as my mate. I still plan to make him mine when I find him. I do not understand your hesitation or arguments! This is about the Great Dragon who was foretold. Even if there is only a hint that he has been born and is living among us, we must act on it! For the coming of the great dragon will bring forth the Age of the Dragon. Is this not worth the risk?”
Kane watched as the Chieftain dragons considered his words. He could see when they all had come to the same conclusion.
“Let us hope you are right about this, Kane, for this may lead us to the destruction of our kind. Now what do you want us to do?” Gabriel asked.
“We attack the humans who enslave Jensen.” Kane immediately replied.
“And where do these humans reside?” Jim asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Then where do we attack?” Mark asked.
“It doesn’t matter. We kill all humans to send out a message, release our dragon or suffer the consequences.” Kane replied.
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“Tom, why are you in my bedchamber? Do you want Jared to hit you again?”
“Please, Jensen. Do not joke. There is no time. I must tell you of your destiny.” Tom said. His dark blue eyes shone with anxiety and determination.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your destiny, for you are the Great Dragon foretold. Your birth has been prophesized for eons. And now you have a great task ahead of you. What you decide will be our future.”
“Tom, what are you?”
“Your eternal servant, bonded by magic and blood until the day I die, my Great Dragon. It is time I tell you of your past. Of the dragon’s long forgotten history and origins. For dragons were magically cursed to die a painful death.”
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Excerpt from the Journal of J.D. Morgan
The beauty and power of Elves is breathtaking.
Do not underestimate these magical creatures for they are deadly.
They are the link to the balance of nature.
Their magic stems from their innate abilities.
More observations are needed to discover their weaknesses in order to eradicate them.
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Author’s Note 1: Great gratitude goes out to my incredible beta, anniespinkhouse. Amazing writer, godsend of a beta, but most importantly a wonderful friend. Thanks hon! And anyone who hasn’t read her most recent masterpiece, Love Lies Burning go read!! A must read!!!
Author’s Note 2: “Cé a dares chun teagmháil a dhéanamh dom?” means, “Who dares touch me?”
“Scaoileadh dom, Draoi!” means “Release me, Druid!”
“súirí maité” means “courting mate”
“Bás a thagann go léir go lorg an dragan theaghlach!” means “Death comes to those that seek to harm the dragon’s family!”
“Fhréamh Saol chloisteáil Dhia le mo ghuí” means “Life roots hear my plea.”
“Draoi” means “Druid”
Author’s Note 3: There are only two more parts left….. and with that, if you are still interested, please comment. If not, thanks for reading!!
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 5,131
Warning/spoilers: dragons, explicit violence, sexual situations
Disclaimers: I own nothing, this is pure fiction from my crazy mind when you don’t get enough sleep. Please don’t sue.
Summary: In a world where dragons exist, they were once considered majestic peaceful creatures feared by men. However due to a horrific twist of events, war was waged between man and dragon. One man dared to capture and enslave a dragon for his vengeful desires. Could the seed of such wrathful actions bear forth love, salvation and redemption? Story has been beta by anniespinkhouse.
Part 6
The dragon is honorable and loyal to death. To gain its trust is gift beyond all things magical.
Interlude: A wise man will put his trust in a creature that will never break him.
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Jared stared into the scrolls in front of him, unable to concentrate on the words. His mind was lost to the dreams of the white dragon he had the previous night. He remembered having the same dreams as a young boy, before his family was murdered. Every night for months, the white winged creature with unforgettable emerald green eyes had haunted him in his dreams. He suddenly realized his phantom white dragon had the same green eyes as Jensen but he quickly dismissed the similarities between the two. He had already seen Jensen’s sun-kissed dragon form.
He sat at the table in the war room with scrolls and maps spread across the wooden surface. The maps were marked with locations of Cortese’s territories and the lands of his allies. Jared wanted to prepare a campaign to crush Cortese powerbase and neutralize the threat the king posed to him.
The duke raised one eyebrow when his captain in arms rushed into the room, his face pale with worry and fear.
“What is it, Chad?” Jared asked, already sensing his friend’s anxiety.
“My lord, I bring you alarming news. Since the attack on Winchester, we have stationed more guards around the edge of our lands. One of our scouts has returned with news that a large army has approached and entered our western part of our territory.”
“I assume these are Cortese’s men?”
The blond captain shook his head. His bright blue eyes filled with fear. He said, “No. They are not wearing the King’s colors. The scout is educated in historical battles and swears he recognized their armor and the flag they carried. He believes that it is a Druid army marching toward Winchester.”
“Druids? That is impossible. Druids have not been seen for over a thousand years. There has been no sighting or contact since the last war of the great races. Every legend speaks of their retirement from the wars of men. It is said they retreated to the peace of their homeland. Is the scout certain?”
“Yes, he is. His family were devoted Druid worshippers and he was taught from birth to recognized their colors, armor, and weapons. My lord, do you know why the Druids are coming?”
Jared stared steadily at his captain in arms. He said, “Prepare the men for war.”
Chad exclaimed, “War? Do you think they wish us harm? Why?”
The captain watched his lord’s eyes darken with vengeance and his face harden with anger. Jared replied, “They come for Jensen. Anyone or anything that dares to take my dragon from me will face their death.”
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Jensen slid deeper into the warm water, relaxing against the smooth steel of the bathtub, soaking the heat into his pleasure-worn body. After spending several blissful hours in Jared’s masterful embrace, the duke insisted that Jensen took a bath to ease the sore muscles of his body. No doubt the duke also wanted him to recover quickly for their next passionate session, later that evening, and Jensen flushed with excitement and anticipation. He was shocked at his carnal desires for his duke. He had never felt such passionate stirrings in his life before. He smiled, his mind drifted to his Croi and the feeling of peace filled his body. As much lust Jared had invoked in him, he also gave Jensen serenity and harmony. Jensen felt treasured and loved in the duke’s powerful embrace.
The soothing heat of the water made Jensen drowsy, his limbs felt heavy as his eyes drifted shut and he slipped into a light doze. Fine fingers lightly caressed his chest. The dragon purred in contentment, his thoughts consumed by the duke. The fingers began to trace along his arms, down to his chest and gently rubbed into the golden scales at his ribs. Jensen moaned in pleasure as his cock began to harden in arousal. As the fingers slowly drifted toward his cock, Jensen jerked out of his slumber, his green eyes flashed blood red.
“Cé a dares chun teagmháil a dhéanamh dom?!” He roared in rage, and flames of red fire ignited on the water and around the bathtub chasing away the phantom fingers and engulfing him, without harm. He surveyed the room, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Jensen was infuriated that someone other than his Jared dared to touch him in such an intimate manner.
The fire continued to burn on the surface of the water but it wasn’t over. Jensen felt a hand wrapping around his knee underneath the water. His eyes narrowed in fury as he yanked his leg out if its grasp and leaped out of the steel tub.
The dragon stood, breathing heavily, a few feet from his bath. His eyes still shone blood red, waiting to catch a glimpse of his unknown opponent. The clear blue water in the bathtub began to bubble and a water form emerged, standing in the steel container reflecting the shine of flames in its liquid depths.
Ripples of water from the icy figure crash against the burning fire. However, the flames continue to burn, unaffected by the tiny rip currents.
“What are you?” Jensen asked the water form. The fire still continued to burn along the edges and on the surface of the water.
The water form turned its head toward the dragon. Suddenly, the form solidified into ice taking the shape of a massive man.
“My dragon, I mean you no harm,” the ice shape said to him.
“What are you?” Jensen repeated his question.
“My name is Alexander. I am a Druid.”
“What do you want?”
“I have come for you. I will free you from these unsavory humans.”
“I do not need your help. You are not welcome here. Be gone.”
A steady stream of water dripped from the tub, gathered and slid toward the unsuspecting dragon.
“I fear, my dragon, you do not understand the true predicament that you are in. Best I take you away from here for your own safety.” And with those threatening words, icy ropes wrapped around Jensen, draining his energy. With the silver rings dampening his strength, he was unable to overcome the dark Druid magic that sank deeper into his body by the second. He struggled against the binds, causing him to lose his balance and fall helpless to his knees. The icy ropes slowly dragged the struggling dragon toward the icy form of Alexander.
“Scaoileadh dom, Draoi!” Jensen roared, his nails digging into the wooden floor, scrabbling to prevent the pull toward the bathtub while trying to crawl away.
“No, my beautiful dragon, I will never release you.”
A cold breeze began to caress Jensen’s naked shoulder. The touch slipped down toward his chest, teasingly close to his nipples. Jensen increased his struggles, enraged that the Druid would dare to touch him against his will.
“You are very beautiful and tempting. I did not expect that. Then again, you are the Great Dragon that we have waited for. It is time that we take you home with us.”
“No!” Jensen cried out, feeling the touch moving down past his stomach trailing to his cock. Each time he struggled, the icy ropes dragged him closer to the bathtub. He cursed and dug his fingers deeper into the floorboards. Another cold touch began caressing his back, rubbing at his sensitive scales while gliding closer to his ass. He felt a finger-like touch massaging and gripping at his cheeks, spreading them in preparation of penetration. Jensen howled with rage, his mind calling for flames to burn the icy figure. However, the more he called for his power, the faster the frosty ropes drained his strength.
The door to the bedchamber suddenly swung open. The towering rage of the duke filled the doorway.
“Jared,” Jensen cried out. He was ashamed to let his mate see him being overpowered and touched by another.
The duke’s eyes darkened to brown orbs; he curled his lips and bared his teeth. He pulled out his sword and made his way quickly to the ice figure.
“Do you think you can defeat me? No human weapon can kill me, weakling,” Alexander sneered.
Jared remained coldly silent. Without any hesitation, he shoved his sword directly into the center of the frozen body. He twisted the sword and ripped it sideways completely slicing the figure in half. The structure crumbled, clunks of ice scattered and dropped into the tub and onto the floor.
The duke dropped to his knees, ripping the constricting, ice from Jensen’s naked flesh. He clutched the trembling dragon in his arms, tenderly laying kisses on Jensen’s pale face while whispering comforting sweet words to his pet. As the ice was torn from his skin, Jensen felt his strength returning to his body. He buried his face into Jared’s chest, seeking safety and security in the duke’s powerful embrace.
“How were you able to defeat him, Croi?” Jensen uttered, inhaling Jared’s familiar musky scent with comfort.
“My sword was made out of iron, little one. Druids can be killed with iron metal. And their black magic can be destroyed the same way. I made sure to know how to kill all enemies that might dare to take what is mine. And you are mine.”
The possessive words warmed Jensen’s heart and comforted him. For the first time, he felt vulnerable and weak. He hugged Jared closer to him, seeking the peace and security that only the duke could provide. The duke continued to gently pet his dragon, running his claiming hands over the exposed, freckled flesh. His light kisses soon became heated as he pressed Jensen to the cold, wet floor.
Jared felt the animalistic urge to reclaim his property. He wanted to wipe away any memories that Jensen had of another touching him. Jared growled his anger at the Druid that dared to use magic to enslave his beautiful dragon. He felt his dragon trembling beneath him and mumbled his apologies and gave assurances that he was not upset with Jensen, merely at the Druid who had challenged his claim on his dragon.
Jared scooped the dragon in his arms and carried his naked, quivering pet to their bed. He knew Jensen was feeling scared and confused and he smoothed and comforted his pet with gentle hands. Jensen unburied his pale face from Jared’s chest and leaned up to kiss the duke.
He quietly said, “I can still feel those icy cold hands against my skin. I hate it! I hate how I couldn’t stop him. I hate how I betrayed you. I hate how I have failed you, my Croi.”
Jensen felt the duke’s strong fingers tilt his face upward until his eyes met the intense stare of blue-green orbs filled with faith and devotion. Jared replied, “You did not fail me for I should have protected you from all harm, especially from those who envy me for what is clearly mine. If there is any blame, it rests on my shoulders and never on yours, little one.”
The duke gently caressed Jensen’s lips, silencing them with his fingers when he saw that Jensen was about to protest.
“Hush, do not argue with me on this. Let me help you forget everything except the one undeniable fact that you will always belong only to me.”
The dragon teasingly licked the fingers that were pressed against his lips and watched the flare of instant arousal light up in Jared’s face. Jensen flushed in embarrassment and desire, unconsciously rubbing himself against the muscular body that pressed against him.
Jared slowly smiled at the shy actions of his dragon. He was more aroused by the fact that Jensen had initiated the intimate sexual act than the feel of the hot wet tongue against his fingers. He bent down and began kissing his beloved dragon.
He showered kisses upon kisses onto Jensen’s naked freckled flesh. He slowly moved down the dragon’s chest. He made sure to lick and bite at the scales teasingly with Jensen’s delighted moans close to his ear. He continued his kissing quest downward until he reach Jensen’s hard red leaking cock.
Jensen stared at Jared’s red lips inches from his arching cock. He could feel Jared’s hot breath and it made him whimper with excitement. Jared gave him a devilish grin that made his heart beat faster before the duke bent down and swallowed it whole. Jensen cried out in pleasure, hot, tight wetness surrounded his leaking cock as Jared’s greedy mouth began bobbing up and down his hard, long length. He started to thrust his hips, pushing his cock deeper into Jared’s inviting throat. He felt the blunt fingers of the duke against his hole, rubbing at the soft sensitive rim. The duke then thrust his fingers into the tight channel, hitting his prostate with each plunge. He was consumed with pleasure, gasping and crying out his need for his lord duke.
“Jared!” Jensen mewled as he whited out in pleasure, spilling his come down the duke’s welcoming throat. Jared tenderly slipped Jensen’s spent cock from his lips. He moved upward, his own cock hard and arching against his stomach. He looked down at his debauched dragon with satisfaction. He jerked himself off quickly and shot his hot come all over his dragon’s body, claiming his pet. Jensen moaned in desire as he let his mate’s semen spill in trails over his chest, stomach and groin. His cock gave a sensitive twitch in response to Jared’s possessive, yet calming action. His anxiety quickly dissipated and he felt at peace once more.
As the couple lay intertwined, gently kissing and relearning each other’s bodies, the toxic memories of the Druid’s foul and violating touches seeped away from Jensen’s mind. It was replaced by the passionate security of Jared’s safe arms.
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“I will not leave your side, Croi. If you dare to lock me in our bedchamber, I will break down the door. We should never be separated. I need to watch over my maité.”
“Jensen, you will not give me orders. I give you orders.” Jared said, however he couldn’t help but grin when he saw the stubborn pout his dragon gave him. He unsuccessfully tried to hide his smile from his pet.
“Do not laugh at me, you abnormally big human! I will not let any danger come to my maité!”
“Are you going to at least tell me what maité means?” Jared asked. Jensen glared at him and shook his head.
“You don’t deserve to know! And if you want to, you have to ask my mathair like a proper súirí maité!” Jensen grumbled watching Jared pull on the last of his armor.
The soldiers were preparing for war with the Druids. The women and children were sent away to hide in the forest for their protection. They had Jensen’s scale in their possession so that the woodland creatures would continue to watch over them.
Although the people were facing a war with a magical race, they did not resent or blame Jensen. Instead, they wanted to defend their duke and protect the dragon from the evils of the Druids. They knew that a druid had tried to harm their innocent dragon. The anger and rage on Jensen’s behalf, stirred the men and women to forget their fear of the supernatural and unite in outrage and righteous fury to one common goal, protecting their dragon.
“I will fight by your side, Croi. Do not argue with me! We are one. Let not any creature be it human, magic, or monster separate us in this life or the next.”
Jared smiled at the passionate words of his pet. “Jensen, my sweet little one. I do not plan to leave your side. The last time I did, a fucking druid tried to take what is mine. Calm yourself, little one. In this battle, we will fight side by side. Now come and give me a kiss.”
The dragon narrowed his eyes not believing that his possessive and overprotective lover was allowing his presence on the battlefield. He couldn’t worry about it too long though because he wanted to kiss his Croi. He reached up quickly to kiss his lover’s smiling lips.
The dragon asked the duke, his green eyes troubled and uncertain. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life, little one.”
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“This does not look good, my lord.” Chad said to his duke. Both men stared out across the field. Thousands of armed Druids could be seen in the setting sun. Their armor glittered in the fading sunlight.
Jared did not expect the vast numbers of the Druid army. They outnumbered his men by at least three to one. The duke wondered if each druid had the ability to perform magic. He knew the odds were stacked against Winchester, but right now his captain needed to hear rousing words from his leader.
“Doesn’t matter if its hundred thousand fucking druids out there. They still bleed. Make sure the men are all carrying iron swords and shields for their weapon. Those ugly pale haired bastards are not immortal. They can be killed.” Jared spoke loudly, confident in this twilight hour. He knew his men heard his every word.
Chad nodded and motioned the archers into position. All their arrowheads were made of iron.
Jensen walked bare foot to the duke, to stand by his side. His pale figure was starkly visible among the heavily armed humans. He had refused to wear armor. Instead he opted to wear his simple white silk shirt and brown pants. The Padalecki family crest shone brightly over his chest.
“Many of our men will die this day.” Jensen solemnly whispered to the duke.
“That maybe so,” the duke replied.
“Why would they sacrifice their lives for me, a mere dragon? I am not worth it. Let me go to the Druids to avoid bloodshed.”
“You are many things: annoying, stubborn, and a bed hogger, but you will never be worthless. Do you not understand why we are fighting? We are defending our home. And you have become our home.”
Tears filled Jensen eyes with the duke’s words. Jared continued to stare at his pet, wanting to make sure that Jensen finally understood his place not only in Jared’s household but also in his heart. Jared was still too afraid to admit his true feelings for the dragon to himself. He was emotionally scarred from the death of his family. For years he had shied away from any form of strong attachment. The closest relationship he had was his friendship with Chad. Even then, there were boundaries; Chad would never dare question his lord duke. No one had dared challenge his authority. He did not realize how lonely he was until Jensen crash-landed into his life. The dragon was stubborn, willful, and thought nothing of defying his Croi.
With one last lingering look at his dragon, Jared commanded, “Release the arrows. Rain hell on their heads!”
Deadly arrows flew through the darkened grey sky aimed directly at the Druid army. A tall blond-haired Druid stepped forward from the crowd and raised his battle-axe to the cloud of arrows and the projectiles froze in midair. With one flick of his battle-axe, the blond druid redirected the arrows toward the soldiers of Winchester.
“Shields!” Jared roared to his men. He hastily grabbed Jensen and pushed him down onto the grassy field. He used his body to cover his dragon, protecting him from the arrows that littered the space around them. He heard the clang of the shafts hitting metal shields and cries of pain as some hit human flesh.
In the distance he heard the blood thirsty clamor of the druid army, celebrating their attack. Jensen’s sweet scent filled his nose and he became afraid for his dragon. He did not care if he lived or died, but the idea that Jensen may be left alone and hurt or killed, turned his blood cold. He couldn’t dwell on it longer; Jensen was pushing at his chest, demanding to be let up from his protective embrace. Jared carefully surveyed the area to make sure it was safe for his dragon to stand up.
As they both struggled to get up together, the dragon looked intensely at his Croi and asked, “Do you trust me?”
The duke frowned at his pet and replied, “I told you before; of course I do.”
“Then remove these rings from my hands and feet and stand down.”
“What the hell are you talking about Jensen?”
“Please, Croi. I need you to trust me. Trust that I will keep you safe, trust that I will never harm or betray you. Trust that I will give up my very essence and soul for your life and happiness. Please Croi. Do not make me beg.”
Jared looked into the pleading face of his dragon. He felt all his men waiting for him to give the signal to rush the field and meet the Druids head on for a brutal decisive confrontation. Even now, with Jensen’s declaration, Jared still worried that his dragon might transform and leave him. However, the glint of determination in Jensen’s vivid green eyes made Jared want to cast all of his reservations away and believe in his dragon.
He kneeled silently and removed all of the rings from the dragon’s toes and fingers. It was a decisive action to demonstrate to his pet that he did believe in him.
Jensen briefly laid a hand over Jared’s heart. He turned and drew his shirt over his head. Without any hesitation, he walked bare-chested, directly in front of the human army. He continued to walk several more feet with Jared walking closely by his side.
The dragon stared at the Druid army. He whispered, “Thank you for believing in me. Remember no matter what happens, I will always be yours, as you will always be mine, my Croi.”
Before Jared could demand an explanation, the Druid army gave a roar and rushed onto the field, running directly toward them.
“Bás a thagann go léir go lorg an dragan theaghlach!” Jensen roared; massive translucent wings erupted from his pale freckled back. His eyes shone white as he bared his fangs at the oncoming horde about to descend upon them. Power flushed throughout his body as he concentrated his strength into the grassy field.
“Fhréamh Saol chloisteáil Dhia le mo ghuí,” Jensen intoned. Thousands of thick brown roots ground exploded upward from the ground twisting and tangling around each Druid, slowly drawing them under, into dirt that swallowed them like quicksand.
The Druids tried to fight off the vines, but the harder they struggled, the faster they sank into the ground. Before long, many were almost completely buried under the earth.
The leader of the Druids, Alexander, looked to Jensen. Soil covered his pale hair as he made his plea, “My dragon, please spare my brothers. We seek only to save you from the humans, for we have seen your future. The man that dares to stand by your side will bring you nothing but death and pain. He will destroy everything that you are! Please heed me, Dragcokis!”
Jensen tilted his head and stared at the begging Druid with white shiny eyes. He had wrapped his misty white tail around Jared’s right thigh during the battle. The feel of the duke’s muscled leg calmed the gushing rage he felt toward the enemy. Instead of becoming consumed with bloodlust, he was able to concentrate and direct his powers. It gave him comfort to have his Croi close by his side.
“My Croi will never harm me. But if you claim to see the future, then you must know what awaits you.”
The Druid leader’s bright blue eyes flashed with fear as he began to struggle harder against the roots that bound him. “No! Please my dragon we are the same! Magic creatures that will not bow down to the rule of men.”
“We will never be the same. Do not use magic to link us together, Draoi. I know the harm your species have visited upon my kind. I am seeking retribution for the grave abuse you have bestowed upon me. Nobody but my Croi is allowed to touch me. Your transgression was unforgiveable and your punishment will be to spend your immortality beneath the earth, never to see sunlight again. Your only companion will be your screams for a death that will never come.”
With those final words, Jensen commanded the roots to drag the druid leader, screaming and fighting, into the black soil. He would be buried to the deep core of the earth where, every few years his cries and pleas would be felt as quakes from ground.
“Go, Druid army back from whence you came for the age of the Druids has long passed. I will not be this lenient the second time you dare to interfere with Mankind.”
The dragon released the roots that were wrapped around the remaining druids and watched them silently, as they dragged themselves out of the earth and retreated to the forest. Jensen’s wings flapped against the breeze. He longed to completely transform into his dragon form and fly through the air. He missed the feel of the wind and clouds against his scales but he yearned more for Jared’s intoxicating embrace. He pushed down his rising powers and his eyes slowly returned to green. The misty white wings and tail dissipated until they were nothing but distant memories of a dragon’s magic.
Jensen looked up at the duke. He was afraid that Jared might scorn him after being confronted by his dragon wings and tail. The dragon was surprised by the lust and devotion in Jared’s eyes. He smiled shyly and lifted his arms. Jared quickly tugged him close and crushed his lips in a hungry embrace. The dragon could hear the men cheer and he blushed, but the mortification he felt was rapidly forgotten as he became lost in his passion for Jared.
In the fading twilight hours, a dragon had successfully defended a human fortress against the powers of supernatural force.
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In a far distant eastern land, several winged creatures sat perched on stone pillars that towered high from the earth to the sky.
“Kane, why have you assembled us here in our most sacred land?” Gabriel, a black scale Chieftain dragon of the North province asked.
“I come with a plea for help. Since the time of our origin, our clans have separately ruled our own territories. We have all awaited the day the Great Dragon is born and under him, we will become one clan, living peacefully together,” Kane said.
“If I wanted a history lesson or pipe dream, I would have stayed home. We all know we had to separate into different domains to keep our peace. If there are too many dominating dragons in one area, a blood-challenge is sure to erupt. In order for the survival of our kind, we scattered our power into separate lands. That is reason for the separation of clans.” Jim, a dark brown scaled dragon called out. He was the chieftain of the southern lands.
“Yes, Jim you are correct, but it is also foretold that the Great Dragon will be able to calm our blood lust and provide a stable environment for us to finally live in harmony. I believe the Great Dragon has been born. It is Jensen.” Kane proclaimed.
“You are mistaken, Kane! It was foretold that the Great Dragon will have white scales. While Jensen has rare golden scales, he still does not have the prophesied color. He cannot be our promised savior,” Danneel, a red scale dragon argued. Her land lay in the center of all four surrounding dominions.
“I would agree with you except for the fact that Jensen is still a dragonlling. He has yet to mature into his final dragon form.”
“Kane, it is unlikely that Jensen will have different color scales in his final transformation. Are we willing to risk having another full-blown war with the humans? There are not many of us left, and our numbers have been dwindling each year. Are you sure this not because you have lost your potential mate and selfishly need us to help you retrieve him?” Mark, a green scale Chieftain dragon from the Western territories asked.
“I will not lie, I had planned to take Jensen as my mate. I still plan to make him mine when I find him. I do not understand your hesitation or arguments! This is about the Great Dragon who was foretold. Even if there is only a hint that he has been born and is living among us, we must act on it! For the coming of the great dragon will bring forth the Age of the Dragon. Is this not worth the risk?”
Kane watched as the Chieftain dragons considered his words. He could see when they all had come to the same conclusion.
“Let us hope you are right about this, Kane, for this may lead us to the destruction of our kind. Now what do you want us to do?” Gabriel asked.
“We attack the humans who enslave Jensen.” Kane immediately replied.
“And where do these humans reside?” Jim asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Then where do we attack?” Mark asked.
“It doesn’t matter. We kill all humans to send out a message, release our dragon or suffer the consequences.” Kane replied.
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“Tom, why are you in my bedchamber? Do you want Jared to hit you again?”
“Please, Jensen. Do not joke. There is no time. I must tell you of your destiny.” Tom said. His dark blue eyes shone with anxiety and determination.
“What are you talking about?”
“Your destiny, for you are the Great Dragon foretold. Your birth has been prophesized for eons. And now you have a great task ahead of you. What you decide will be our future.”
“Tom, what are you?”
“Your eternal servant, bonded by magic and blood until the day I die, my Great Dragon. It is time I tell you of your past. Of the dragon’s long forgotten history and origins. For dragons were magically cursed to die a painful death.”
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Excerpt from the Journal of J.D. Morgan
The beauty and power of Elves is breathtaking.
Do not underestimate these magical creatures for they are deadly.
They are the link to the balance of nature.
Their magic stems from their innate abilities.
More observations are needed to discover their weaknesses in order to eradicate them.
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Author’s Note 1: Great gratitude goes out to my incredible beta, anniespinkhouse. Amazing writer, godsend of a beta, but most importantly a wonderful friend. Thanks hon! And anyone who hasn’t read her most recent masterpiece, Love Lies Burning go read!! A must read!!!
Author’s Note 2: “Cé a dares chun teagmháil a dhéanamh dom?” means, “Who dares touch me?”
“Scaoileadh dom, Draoi!” means “Release me, Druid!”
“súirí maité” means “courting mate”
“Bás a thagann go léir go lorg an dragan theaghlach!” means “Death comes to those that seek to harm the dragon’s family!”
“Fhréamh Saol chloisteáil Dhia le mo ghuí” means “Life roots hear my plea.”
“Draoi” means “Druid”
Author’s Note 3: There are only two more parts left….. and with that, if you are still interested, please comment. If not, thanks for reading!!