The first glass of flowing sand in the hour glass has broken in pieces.
She rips open a rift for her siblings to be seated upon the throne of gold, neglecting her purpose of lineage for quite a time. Blinking by the shine of another day but a sweet suffering, a price to be paid in every feeling of pain. She imagine where the stars are from and why they're gone, being indulged with the presence of clouds is as entertaining as riding a dragon and piercing it with its spikey mouth; entering the real place of peace above the great heavens, and letting the skies tear down the unworthy foes below the ground.
Be the person who still tries, said her.
The Queen laying in the bed and polishing her left nails with the fingers of the right hand. Peeking and peeking at the dark dry blood on her leg while recollecting her mind on the juncture of her living parents. Tearing up the leak below the puncture. Besides a thick spider web that is commonly used to cover a wound, her nurses decide to cover her with something monarchal to see and it is below the dried honey and sugar is now black and foul to smell.
The norms of the man what she could expect every single day is needed to be reinforced like his seal. Lord Artifar told them, he was going somewhere out the castle of Egareth and help the smiths woman of their arsenal, but some have an idea of his tender existence to be a false one especially one of the smiths. Queen Dester demands his duty must be far more obedient than whetting a blade or brace then bolster a structure of shields, a lead of people must be present at all cost.
My brother has a cold heart, but that shows he would never lie.
It bled, the only man who warns them of the threat at the first step was him, but perhaps an oversight led to a leg being nearly torn; the queen never listened, and so the wound laying wept. The evidences kept from his mouth were real, and it severely affected her reign. Trusting them is the best gift that she never use quite often, not until she named them to help her and turn their heart to be all aware of Dester's belonging; the Massive Dome of Egareth.
When the dusk was near its end, her curiosity shackled the grace of mind and then forced herself to stand up besides the pain of the Queen was being reconciled to be disregarded. Draw to a close and seeing the shadow of the realm, she heard a knock on the white door where breaking off the rule can be seen by anyone entering the room.
Nurse Yanna: Your Grace? This is Yanna, your food for later tonight is ready.
The caller opened the door. A woman dressed in white, decent looking with a same pale and half cut hood. Two of its hands are gripped onto a silver board, atop of the board is a small wooden bowl and a large silver plate packed with steaming hot turkey leg, two baked potatoes, and a couple berries dripped with honey. She was never advised to be out of it before the third day of recovery, so before the nurse can enter and see her out of the chamber's pit, Queen Dester rushed towards her bed and be in the same laying place the nurse wanted her to be.
The iron door handle moved and she immediately question her clear purpose of visit, politely.
Queen Dester: Have you seen Lord Artifar nearby?
Nurse Yanna: Obviously not my Queen, he was always out the palace for all I know [https://img.wattpad.com/f1dc650c17589fa5417b05bc5a5baf84c1958ee2/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f3746766f685f4f6f2d75617862773d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323564363862353839626430353538383431373035353533332e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Nurse Yanna: Obviously not my Queen, he was always out the palace for all I know.
They chuckled on the obvious things, he was gone again for his duty on the secret, a void of man power unknown. Queen Dester's nurse came through, the loyalty and responsibility in her hands as she entered be revealed the love upon the plate.
Queen Dester: He was not going for the duty I gave him, he dodged it for some things that he didn't even mention once. What can I do? It is his job to take care of this city first while I am here on my bed, laying down useless.
The caretaker bolted slow to the queen's bed, facing her close and held her soft hands as if it was Sandra's complete safe keeping. Eyes glowing like the sun reflecting right onto the side of her solicitous peeper.
Nurse Yanna: Do not say that your grace, everything will be fine. All you need is to wait another day and you will go back to your dearest reign again.
Queen Dester: You will begin cleaning my wound right? That's what you came for.
Nurse Yanna: Yes my Queen, same as twice yesterday. But today is your last. Eat if you want your grace, that'll help ease the pain whilst you enjoy the delicacy.
Eat if you want your grace, that'll help ease the pain whilst you enjoy the delicacy [https://img.wattpad.com/aafe712db0ed046b5cf3445a1d07638ec6e29327/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6a6d6248495868356c314d5151673d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323536613735306631636165363437353130343230313533382e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
She ignored the meal but the thing she noticed was the thing beside Yanna's waist. A large white bag attached to her belt, the nurse then grabbed the apparatuses within the bulk of her dress. Inside the white bag is a small salutary but sharp two-edged scalpel, she catch hold of the surgical tool without saying anything, assured that Queen Dester knew the two time daily procedure after all the moment she spend the days in her bed.
The Queen sighed in a desperation to let herself free from the antiseptic plan to save her life. Eyes open, she cannot feel a thing, contented for it will be numb or dry. The queen started to get comfortable until Yanna touched her swollen dark legs. Into the side of her wound, she gently twisted and pull the stinking dead skin all over the red slash dripping with dry blood. Rotten flesh that is loomed away from the insides are torn, bulged up and pungent to smell was placed aside on a wooden bowl. The pain crawls to her body, knuckles and muscles are ill at ease and they are not steady; she fasten the side of her head around the pillow, clasping with both hands and agonized.
Queen Dester: rhhggaaaaAAAAAaa! That hurts! Careful Yanna!
Nurse Yanna: Relax my Queen, we've done this before. This is a temporary pain so take hold of the method.
Queen Dester: Ohhh! My days. Gods...please end this! This hurts so bad...
Nurse Yanna: This will take a short time your grace, it'll end sooner.
It is the scream she wept for any day when the foul and potent bacteria regenerate and is needed to be cleaned and washed off. The procedure of natural decontaminating the pungent rotting flesh are done twice if Nurse Yanna recommended to, whilst she always go onto her chambers anytime past a quarter of days; and that necessary cleanse of non-magic is one of the moments she wished wasn't existing.
Willing to give herself a celebration after a deadly game with the guardian of death, the last two visit of the nurse's apparatus will be by the morrow. A little further after coming out of the grand chambers of the queen, Dester have in prospect for the Kingdom Sicaris to be the same as she left it, and so her suspicious became present after. The queen is silent and her face is filled with void and spirit of peculiarity latched within her. Without any hesitation and a word to request the nurse if she can reach the floor with her foot despite the pain, Queen Dester began to rise with full force of her all torso.
Nurse Yanna: Uh...uhm...My Queen! It is not for you to get out of the bed.
Queen Dester: Well, I was just going to get my wine but, I thought the cleaning is over.
Nurse Yanna: It is but, I am just reminding you in case you wanted to go have a look outside.
Queen Dester: Was it bad for the Queen to not check her own palace? I am still making sure... my place is under control without my presence, are you not aware of that?
The Nurse declined the queen's action, worried and frightened. Yanna thrusts her hands to Dester, a hand for a majesty who defy the words of a dominant person in a royal company.
The fear intensified with the gaze of the grace, red eyes burning with anger as she have the strength to stop a being who's country is in her own hands. She is still in pain by her injured leg; Dester engaged her true form to be an intimidating leader, refuse to acknowledge the efforts of care then looked the other way towards her own.
Queen Dester: Don't you ever stop me Yanna...the...the Great castle of Egareth needed me more than my siblings. You are here to help me but...The Dome and the Castle that I've built are the most important here, and now is not the time to listen to you.
Nurse Yanna: Please do not stand up for now your grace, you won't heal as fast if you~
Queen Dester: Cease me again and I'll have my dragons feast on your corpse.
The white robe falls off the queen in her spirit of will, she surfaced from her deep rest of slumber. The golden velvet cape she wore were glistening with triumph, the endless days have finally taken off the time of sand where the queen finally stood without thinking about the pain, instead, she thinks about the realm.
The final step, where she get to the fit of bad temper. As she get to the glass window carved with a flying wyvern, she was shook when the deep howl of the partial horn of Egareth blew for a sudden. The first horn to be blown by peasant men amongst the patrol towers, an indication for the first swarm of small thunder dragons to be unleashed upon their chains, throw waves of lightning across the rising moonlight. The dust all over the pane was hastely wept and the glimpse of the shadow gazes bright on her wide opened eyes.
High up in the sky, the queen saw a combined colors of four black drakes and five purple ones flying towards the gloom of fog, Dester was shocked and clueless. The nine creatures equipped with a large bag of sundry identical spears were mounted with armored fearless women, clutched in them each of either hands were the long unerring, weapons stained with secret antidotal sorcery.
Queen Dester: Where are they flying? Was there a threat!?
Her mind does not play games anymore, it is no instruction of wings whereas they train for a plight combat, but the threat now shivers real. With a brisk step back out of the window and a cracking neck for the stand of Nurse, she saw her face with worry to unfold the secret of the unknown hostilities.
The Queen bolted with a stiffed leg, at the other side of the bed stands Yanna with her eyes lingers the tears that is about to flow, hands across the body; showing an image of helplessness of a woman trying to heal her from the unyielding pain of graze. Dester grabbed her pale chin, eyes close to the orb covered a stream of tears and shouted.
Queen Dester: Talk to me... Do not show any sympathy, EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT IS HAPPENING!
She is desperate to break her silence, and succeeded, hearing the trembling voice of the scared nurse.
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Nurse Yanna: Ah...I, ca...can't, uh...
Queen Dester: What do you mean? You cannot what?
Nurse Yanna: Princess Sandra, ordered a squad of garrison to...to...patrol the quarter of the World Shores a...and~
Queen Dester: You, as a part of the Egareth's circle and as an ear...witness of my sister's mouth. You let her bring a command without my consent?
One of the dearth of nurses was surrounded, a grace of snare with a soul of a dragon-born came unfolded. The enemy was a lack of control; temper tethered within the long, dirty skirt and the smirk of black rotting blood coming out of her own misery. It was about time to forget the sand clock from now on, said her. The Queen grabbed the iron cork of the wooden door and busted it open with full force, leaving the healer behind the royal chambers, no purpose is clear and her mark of duty was already doomed.
She is surprised, outside her spacious aurous bower was a hall of ghosts and an empty space of void. Rushing on the winsome room where offering seclusion or security lay round. Up above were chandeliers clasped to give them holy sight, a glamour of sculpt for the table of many which silverwares are counted with fingers by riches, where the stain of food left unfinished. The corner where all benefits were give for the help-seeking tenants, aiding nurses and weeping patience which dine and suspect a harm; it opposes and not a single expected thing was spotted by the Queen's naked eye.
Dashing about and pushed herself more without putting her mind within the infected wound, whilst she heard Yanna carefuly bolts towards her tail, calling the Queen.
Yanna: My Queen! No! Please do not go!
The pain still grows strong like a demon possesses the splinter of spoil, thus fearsome energies still adduce. Besides the curse, she whispered along with anger, it stomp a hoof and smokes.
Queen Dester: You can't fool me anymore, Yanna. You can't have me back...you can't!
Crushing the flesh while running in the mist of she called her paradise [https://img.wattpad.com/eb19ba89d2b0f08b67d8296c3140454a2f891f79/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f664e73304957705664494a324b513d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323566636632643465366163623231333038343430303836322e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Crushing the flesh while running in the mist of she called her paradise. Going down and round as if it was endless spiral beyond the gazes of hundreds of people, includes her dragoness predecessor and the guard mount that died by the dreadful twilight, where dark of nature leaves the burning crown on whatever she makes and produces a long while. She separates what crosses a sharp pale steel held by shining guardsmen between the gaps of the castle entrance, her hands bled while she sipped through the grasps of the doubled edge trying to fight them, trying to stop her pass the border, but they were too weak to cease her fire of breath.
The Queen heard the sounds of villagers' mourn while their fingers pointing on the clouds, shouting slaves carrying a load; bunch of hunger killers. The scattered knights holding her proud banners on a mount, were halted. She gazes up the sky to see what their own vigilance can see, and as it turns out, it was another one of her nightmares under the hands of fiend.
A creature hatched into an existence denuded of all feeling but pain and vigor is hurling down the sky with a long point halberd upon its neck, dying slowly. The rays of eternal glory were filled with showers of black blood that it can swill down hundreds of roofs, and would soon drain their empire of dome if the people did not reconcile her demands.
The rays of eternal glory were filled with showers of black blood that it can swill down hundreds of roofs, and would soon drain their empire of dome if the people did not reconcile her demands [https://img.wattpad.com/994e98501a589cc25f832aa68588a1d8e79a6783/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f7958365745534441454d4c6655773d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323462636632326635653365393538363537383334313837362e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
A savage destruction, the dragon and her mount bathed with blood slammed onto the ground. A fire alights like a wisp of burning terrors fill the skies once more as the heart of magic that the dragon beholds, explodes. A physical manifestation of chaos itself naturally came through and transformed a piece of quarter of Egareth into a burning hell. Bleeding hands tied on his mouth, her tongue can taste it. She never seen her palace be in a massive disarray before. The Queen was frozen at the last step of the Castle's stairs, and there she saw at the right alleyway, a horse carriage going towards where she stood.
What this could be? , startled and panicked inside her heart.
What the news could be?
She doesn't have her mount to fly along the blowing fires, cannot run, the people cannot hide, it spreads along the path, and can bury more among the rest. Behind the long dress of ruby covered with dust of blue above the bulking sleeve, her sister, the Princess carrying a book and crying.
Queen Dester: How dare you? You relentless, useless sibling!
Outside her encampment, served the forge and fueled her anger as she saw Princess Sandra running towards her stand. Sandra's face flew away, her right cheeks swelled and grows redness; planted a mark which sealed the bloodline that thrive argument and strife. In the sheath of the Queen's castle stare the mighty bronze dragon carved in a helix and ends at the apex, which souls alike the descendants judge the sisters quarrel.
Princess Sandra: I have to! I have to do it!
A mission carried out to be defective is out dying and its blood watering the pasture of her loving kingdom; the fire soar higher at the range and so her anger blossoms even more.
Queen Dester: Was bringing out a paper for my assurance hard to do? There's many servants to use Sandra, you cannot just deploy our lady riders like that!
Princess Sandra: It is not my fault that one of our mounts fell!
Queen Dester: It is all yours Sandra! I am away, but it was hard for you to approach me, use your brain! You're wasting our forces.
Princess Sandra: One of the islands are being raided Dester! Do you think it is my fault?
Once she heard the urgent news, the time seemingly stopped and her mind tracks back to the event that everyone remembers. She remembered for a short while the moment the event was called, the raid which killed King Rigan of Nezermag brought a long battle between the two Rivals. The dead she hears mourns at the Kingdom Reviathan, they joined in the pool of cries in front of the corpse; the killing of the first named King of Family Stallify, Agarino.
Two great people's last moment above the scorching ships, raging blood red tides, swords swings and pierces inside the armors of brave men, swarms of arrows as they look up at the sky for one last time, taking both lives...Eye for an Eye. Up to this day, the chills of the past still haunts them and such the flames glows brighter, the swords goes sharper, the forces grows like a stinging flower, and now...the amount of patience that is been wasted has ended, and the fight that they are all been waiting for, the sign of a dragon's descent could be one of them.
The rivals of Aluthea, Nalifera has declared a strike again.
Sorting it out of the way, the Queen noticed a bunch of people gathering to watch them both bolting thunders of words, leaving all remaining villagers behind no choice but to scramble beside the pandemonium. Circling her eyes, she cannot run for it to help them kill the flames, so an order with frenzy has been sent, channeling a pure hatred whilst they watch them fight.
Queen Dester: What are you all been doing?! Look! Look at the fires near the Dragon's Dome! Would the colossal being be proud of you!? Go get a bunch of buckets with water and put the flames down!
Queen Dester: What are you all been doing?! Look! Look at the fires near the Dragon's Dome! Would the colossal being be proud of you!? Go get a bunch of buckets with water and put the flames down! [https://img.wattpad.com/69affbd43dab08a2e9b8d35b90f030b64060fdb8/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f365f64386e774a4f596175792d773d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323462666563303131303862333635353733313937343237332e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Princess Sandra: We must do what the rest of our kind men was doing, sought this danger out together.
Dester felt her little sister's hands again, strengthening her resolve to calm the heat down and be with the faithful unity of her people; in the effort to tame a blazing dragon with a hush. The Queen thought a desperate endeavor on her head that even on her field that is near to fall, she dedicate her remaining vigor for her drowning kin.
Queen Dester: Said by a princess for a day, shall I do by the Queen for eternity. Blessed knights, take Sandra away from me and put her in the chambers...She is needless for this measure.
Better to split apart than to take a bad form together, she thought. Sandra was confused, she thought her big sister will get the little ones go along the dangerous play. Clothes almost ripped open by scratches of sharp irons, the men were ordered to clutch her back towards the camp.
Princess Sandra: What!? What is the meaning of all of this Dester?! You cannot do this by yourself! You named me, then shall I be your kind hand to help you!
The Queen turned her back from her little sister's unhalted shouts that is fading. She ran down at the side of the narrow alley of the castle and never spoke a single thing back to Sandra being dragged. Without a weapon or a fresh protective gear from the heated forge, a scaly creature is the answer to make peace to the death of many. Hearing her own voice while looking down forty feet above the ground.
Hearing her own voice while looking down forty feet above the ground [https://img.wattpad.com/b8ad047f4e94c69ab8c02d58a46d60aeae7dc3ad/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f70767652423539527149323753673d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323537343134303334373463623432343136353532333031372e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
You can look but don't jump. Come to think of it, don't look either.
Seeing the people of Egareth on a massive stampede from near to ends of the marketplace, some are struggling to breathe midst the panicking event, stealthy thieves and greedy men squeezing in the chaos earned death by getting blown with a longswords, the innocent people screaming for help are muffled too; bathing her palace with cold blood. In conjunction of deathly noises are the melodies of bagpipe and harps, above the dirty roofs are musicians climbing up to tame the harrowing accident with their talents, trying to calm them down.
Luck can be difficult to rely upon especially when Dester's mind plays a desperate game, she was aware of it. She settled for no less but to strap her Queenly dress within the creature, and mount herself in the chained Dragon she rode the same night they took off to Island of Viloria. Bound in the circle of the inner bailey, a purple wyvern covered with white spike from head to tail was strangling to come out.
She noticed at the side of the curtain walls was empty, the knights guarding it, left the safety of the trampling beast to join the crowd. Each ends of the paint of black, a symmetrical pentagon were chains to hold the beast back from its love of flight. Hooks were rusted and heavy, it was half her size, she was struggling to throw open each of the clasp, but behind the dress were burliness thus she managed to unlock it one by one.
Queen Dester: Careful, my pet. Your queen has no choice but to do this. Your magical presence was requested by mine, my love.
Talking to the she-dragon, but all she hears were sounds of her chilling growl. The keep, she assured be empty by now, the flight was secured and the queen and her creature left the castle. Armed by nothing of clasps to ride it properly, taking an advantage to put her life at risk by falling, but she carried on the mission of her own. A fresh cold of air while the wings flap like the winters from the southern lair fans near the way thus feeling the hope of getting it done.
High above and up the rest, to the dense cold clouds and smoke follows it; the frozen gates of spikey teeth were already open before the wings will eventually reach the epicenter of fires still at pulse [https://img.wattpad.com/ec5934e7ed80d8179620958d24a11e22d4a27e00/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f6d584146514d556c506a367246773d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323463343339363338383832363235363933323830333335392e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
High above and up the rest, to the dense cold clouds and smoke follows it; the frozen gates of spikey teeth were already open before the wings will eventually reach the epicenter of fires still at pulse. In her view it was near, the snowflakes melts away and the winter turned into a scorching hell, the air is getting warmer and warmer while the Queen is getting closer. The timing is close to call the name, knowing that she might die, she assure it to be one if the heroic ones to put down in the book of history.
A great seal of determination upon a dragon's mouth as it go close; let off to lose.
A great seal of determination upon a dragon's mouth as it go close; let off to lose [https://img.wattpad.com/b05ab6b979ab83a02fc73056501d66021970e408/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4a754572737952324848697454513d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323536656432386336353539643133303733313639383935362e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Queen Dester: ARCTIC...BUUUURRRRNNNNN!!!!!!!
A spell that a dragon rider must know to utter, her mind scrambles as the speed of fall began to halt. Her eyes closed and let the touch of hope comes in, it was as cold as the snow. An embrace of ice flows onto the side of the massive dome. As frozen crystals form inside the creature gullets, she blasts the gathering of harmless cold breath and the fire immediately dies away.
As frozen crystals form inside the creature gullets, she blasts the gathering of harmless cold breath and the fire immediately dies away [https://img.wattpad.com/070f003d3415dafeba52586a8d4c3a8d998abef7/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f4f34643550312d6e6d76677468773d3d2d313231383834383031352e313666323463333264646433653737613735313734303936343735332e676966?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
None of it were shown while she slowly opened her eyes, nothing was a sign of festivity. The loss of many lives and asset made still made them mourn. Rough as the black ground reveals, her pain crawls in again at the moment that the fleshless dragon spew in view from the fading smoke. The women that mounts the giant, turned into ashes.
The colossal being cries, she thought, and so her sister from afar.