The Dragon King out of Jail

Several figures stood bathed in the moon’s light as their leader decided their

course of action. Centuries had passed since that fateful night so long ago, a

night he had never forgotten and never would. Revenge brought them to this

point in time, to this place of horrors. He would never forgive what they’d done,

or forget it. That course of action and chaos had molded him into a fighter, a

survivor. He’d become driven by the need for revenge, to take from them what

they had taken from his people. Tonight he would do the unthinkable: he would

become no better than they were. Tonight he would steal the infant children of

the newly-crowned Horde King.

Blane lifted his head, staring up at the starless sky. He sent a silent prayer

that it wouldn’t be in vain; that this mission wouldn’t go askew and that his

people wouldn’t suffer more for this valiant play to secure peace for his kind.

Life for his kind was in turmoil, never-ending suffering as they remained in the

shadows, in lands that not even the Horde would walk through and yet they

couldn’t return home, not without securing peace or taking down the Horde’s

most powerful creature, their king.

A noise sounded from the mouth of the cave they waited in front of, bringing

Blane back to the here and now.

Sadie pranced out, swaying her hips as she licked her lips as she held his line

of sight. She was younger than he, easily manipulated. He’d almost felt bad for

what he had done, seducing the young maid to feed him information. Blane

hadn’t wanted to use her, but the more he learned about her and her brothers, the

less guilt he felt at his actions. She was also what he hated most, Horde to her

core.

“They’re holding court,” she announced as the blood dripped from a dainty

fang. “The guards are down, never to wake again,” she laughed musically. “Now

pay me.”

Blane had promised her dragon tears, a priceless commodity considering the

world thought them extinct. He held out a vial, and her fingers jerked and

twitched with longing as she held her hand out to accept her payment.

“And tell me, Sadie, what will you do with them?” he asked softly, carefully.

He gazed at the cold marble features that hours ago had been screaming in

pleasure as she’d rode his cock.

“I will use them to lure children to me,” she purred. “The blood of the

innocent is…exotic,” she sighed huskily as if the thought of helpless children

turned her on. Blane stepped closer, his hands itching to wrap around her dainty

throat.

“You’d kill innocent children for fun?” he asked angrily, not shocked in the

least. She was one hundred percent Horde and thrived on the pain of others. He

watched as she tipped her dark head back and laughed as if the ire in his tone

amused her. Anger pulsed through him, red-hot; rage filled his soul and lightning

fast, his sword cut through the air soundlessly and effortlessly, as he’d been

trained to do from birth. Her gaze met his as her head left her body, separating

from it. No sound reached their ears other than her head as it hit the sand beneath

their feet.

“Hide the corpse,” he growled.

“You didn’t have to kill her,” Fyra said in a bored tone. “She could have been

fun.”

“We’re not here for fun,” Blane snapped. “We are here to take the king’s

children.”

“You think he will bow to us once we have them?” she argued. “You’re a

fool, Blane, if you think they will even care that they are gone. They are Horde;

they hold no love for their spawns, not when they can make an endless supply of

them now.”

“He’s different,” Blane retorted crisply. “He protects them, which means they

can be used against him. He’ll trade his life for them, and once he has, he will

die for what he has done to our kind. After we’ve ended his reign, we will move

to take the castle, and with it, we will rule the Horde.”

“Is that what you really want? To rule a murderous, monstrous bunch that

dragons have never cared to claim or be a part of?” she asked as her ice blue

gaze searched his. “No, you don’t want to be king; you want to end them for

what they have done to us. If we kill the head, the body doesn’t follow. You and

I both know that isn’t how this works. Once he dies, another one will rise. I

understand your position, but this is a war we won’t win, Blane.”

“We are not trying to win a war,” he said coldly. “They slaughtered my sister

inside these walls, as well as my father. Fury was the rightful dragon king, and

Alazander murdered him simply because he could, as a warning to any who

thought to rise against him. No one intervened, not one royal house stepped in to

defend us after they’d given us their word that they would fight beside us.

Instead, they let the Horde attack us until no dragon was left.”

“But they fucked up, didn’t they?” she laughed softly. “They left a young

boy alive, and hundreds more who were hidden from them. And now we will

rise, Blane. Let’s hope this plan works, or they’ll have slaughtered another

dragon king inside these walls.”

“The Goddess is on our side,” he uttered as he nodded towards the headless

corpse. “Get rid of her before the next patrol comes on and discovers it. I won’t

have this plan thwarted before it begins.”