Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Ninety Three

“Everything, all of it so you don’t make aunty lora swing from the roof, I like Dakari but not even he can

stop mummy from crying, but you can, so please don’t make mummy cry” She says her little hand

reaching toward my face. She places her hand on my cheek, I place mine over hers. The room

disappearing disintegrating around me and changing.

“First you must see how it started” I hear her whimsical voice echo around me as the room shifted and I Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

was in a house I had never seen before, it was dark as I walked through it, stopping when I walk past a

mirror and I realise, I am not me but my father as he moves through a hallway, a brown door appearing

as he looks over his shoulder and I recognise the man instantly as my father’s best friend Alfred, he

died in the war.

They stop before cracking the door open wider and peering into the room. A man and woman were

sleeping in a bed together. My father walks around one side of the bed they were in before reaching

down and lighting the candle illuminating the room. I notice my father’s friend on the other side next to

the woman. Alfred grabs the woman by her hair waking her up, she screams clutching at his hands,

and I realise the woman it Maira the Queen Zena.

My father then says something to her that I can’t hear, and I watch as Alfred pulls her from the bed

crying and screaming and I notice the bump, her tiny little baby bump before Alfred plunges his knife

into her stomach and twisting. Watching this through my fathers eyes sickened me, the man she lay

with screaming and fighting against my father, but it was no use. Maira was injured, and he was a

normal Fae, no fight for a dragon as my father ran the blade across his throat in front of her and killing

him.

Maira was on the ground, I couldn’t hear what she was saying but the look of pure rage on her face

before she laughs, the room being plunged into darkness as the candles go out. My father turns them

on, and she is gone.

The vision crumbles, disintegrating before morphing into a new one. This time I recognised the room I

was in. It was in our kingdom my parents were sleeping when they were awoken by something, I didn’t

understand until I saw the tendrils of darkness, black fog floating across the floor before Maira appears

in the room, she was carrying a blade in her hands. My mother jumps from bed frightened while Maira

stands at the end of the bed, she twirls the blade between her fingers saying something to my mother

who then looks toward my father in disgust before breaking down.

My father jumping to his feet, then freezes a pained looked on his face. Maira pointing at him and my

mother screaming as she curses him, before turning the blade on herself. My father tries to stop her

grabbing the blade, he nearly succeeds before she throws herself on the blade in his hands killing

herself as it pierces her chest, she kisses him, sealing the curse as black tendrils moves across his

skin, she chuckles letting his face go, blood pouring out her mouth as she grabs him ripping him

forward pulling the blade deeper into her chest, my father letting the handle of the blade go and she

drops on the ground dead at his feet.

The room fizzles and crumbles the pictures moving rapidly as time slips by to the moment, I kill Blaire.

My anger becoming too much as I kill her and Matitus and Dragus trying to stop me. Then it fasts

forward again but like the first time it wasn’t my memory I was seeing. Instead, it was Elora’s.

I watch the little girl I know is her, holding her grandmothers hand as they run through the sewers,

hiding from something, the picture skipping through her memories quickly. I watch how she grew up,

digging through garbage for food, running and hiding from the horrors of her life. Watch as she watches

kids play outside while she cares for her sick grandma, her selling her possessions to make ends meet.

I watch every struggle she ever faced, her life of never-ending torment. It skips again to her grandma

cutting her throat, while she clutches her neck trying to stem the bleeding before looking over her

shoulder at something and running, leaving her behind.

The vision blurring past then stopping and I hear Claire’s voice echo around me as the frame freezes.

“Of everything that haunts her, plagues her mind, this is what haunts her most”

The vision plays and it was the night I met her, the fearful look in her eyes as I stalked her, inflicting

pain before begging me to kill her. Then it was every moment I had ever hurt, there were good

memories of us but mostly every time she had hope I tainted it, ruined it. Each time losing her more

and more until the day in the cave. I watch my father protect her, protect my child before asking her to

kill him, I watch as tears slip down her face as she kills him, feel it in every cell in my body that she

never wanted to kill him, that she did it to save everyone and save me from myself. She didn’t think I

would be able to do it. Then I watch as I once again hurt her, no destroyed her using the only thing she

had left, our child.

“Now you will see what your hatred will do, what loving you takes from her” I hear Claire’s voices ring

out around me and I feel myself gasp in the real world.

The vision moves, we are in our room and I had just delivered our son, I am holding our son when she

holds her arms out saying something that angers me. The vision had no sound, so I didn’t understand

what she said but it angered me, I watch her hands turn purple before walking over to her. My hand

connecting with her face, my son screaming in my arms yet why weren’t our mates with us, why

weren’t they here I couldn’t understand. I say something to her, and she tries to get up her eyes blazing

as she tries to take my son from me, I become enraged and shove her, her head smacking the corner

of the bed frame, her blood running down and coating the floor and I simply walk out leaving her there

by herself.

The picture changes again to Matitus and Dragus walking in and finding her hanging above the dining

room table, them cutting her down and screaming out for me as they try to revive her, try to bring her

back when Abbie walks into the room. She screams crying hysterically as she tries to heal her, tries to

heal Elora before the floor turns red underneath Abbie, her pants staining red.

The picture flashes skipping forward to a funeral, I see Elora in her coffin. A smaller coffin beside her

that Abbie kneels next to sobbing, clutching onto the small pink box, Dakari trying to sooth her. Two

lives gone, yet where was I?

I get my answer when I see myself sitting alone on my thrown Dragus and Matitus walking out of the

room with my son clutched in their arms turning their back on me as they leave.

I feel my tears running down my face, the vision crumbling and dying out and I find myself back in the

room with Claire watching me. The visions felt like an entire lifetime but looking around the room I know

they have only been minutes. Yet I felt like I lived a lifetime of torture, a lifetime of pain and I was the

one that caused it, caused it all not just destroying myself but everyone around me.

“Does your mother know what you see?” I whisper. Claire shakes her head.

“Are you going to make my mummy cry uncle Silas, will you take my sister from me too?” She asks just

as Abbie walks into the room with some towels in her hands and a change of clothes, she was dressed

in some of Elora’s maternity clothes.

“Everything okay?” She asks looking between us both, her eyes going to her daughter worriedly. My

eyes go to her bump and I get up walking out. How was I supposed to fix it when I don’t even know

what happened to cause it? What did she say that angered me that much that I took our son from her,

and made her kill herself? I just don’t see how things could change when I have been trying my hardest

to repair us.

I was about to leave the castle, my head spinning with the different scenes I just witnessed when I

heard a loud crash the castle shaking violently, before I hear her scream. My heart pounding at the

strangled sound. Looking toward her room I see the chefs and castle personnel run towards her room

making me also run. Ripping the door open I see the tree outside had crashed through the wall above

her bed. Matitus and her pinned beneath it. Dragus and I waste no time ripping the tree apart to free

them to find a branch had torn through Matitus’s shoulder. Dragus breaks the branch freeing him and

allowing him to stand. I see Elora was beneath him as Matitus had thrown himself over her protecting

her from harm.

Grabbing her I crush her against my chest, relief flooding me when I see she is unscathed. Matitus

however had part of the branch still protruding through his shoulder. Elora crying at the sight.

“Grab him” Dragus says to me. I grip his shoulders holding him still as Dragus rips the branch from him,

Elora instantly throwing up at the sight while Matitus gasps at the sudden pain.

“He is okay Elora” I tell her watching as his shoulder starts healing. She needs her face tear stricken as

she now looks at the huge hole in the wall. Grabbing her I pull her to my side and the shock of

everything, she doesn’t even realise she is allowing me to hold her instead leaning into me and I kiss

her head.

“We will have to find another room, one where there are no trees outside of” Matitus says looking at the

tree.

“Come before the wind blows debris in” I tell her, and she looks up at me before stepping back realising

I was touching her. She was covered in leaves and dirt from the tree.

“Come you need to shower” I tell her offering her my hand which she just looks at.

“You need to go with Silas Love, while we clean this” Dragus says.

“No, I will stay” She says, and I hear her heart rate rise.

“Elora please, just go with Silas we are right here” Matitus tells her, and I grip her elbow softly making

her look at me, she didn’t want to go anywhere with me that much was clear on her face.

“Please” I ask her, and she looks at Dragus who nods before stepping closer. I lift her over the tree

helping her climb over before grabbing her, so she doesn’t need to jump down. She tries to get down

from my arms, but I pull her closer scooping her legs out from under her.

“Just let me hold you, you never let me touch you” I tell her pressing my head against hers. Sher gives

in giving me what I want but not relaxing, her body tense in my arms as I take her up the stairs to our

room.

Author Note

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