Fell Dragon
Greetings Fellow Readers!
The fight between Karesh and Saita reaches an end today, and sadly, this is also the second last part of Fell Dragon Book Part 2. It's been a hell of a ride, and I'm glad I could share it with all of you.
As some of you may know. I've been having trouble with getting any writing done on the last book, but I have some leave coming up, at freaking last, and I hope to put a big chunk of writing aside for all of you to read!
I love my job, but sometimes it messes with my creativity. In other news, my PC crashed and I almost lost everything, cue 
Anyway, let's get the story going, so you can all get ready for the end of Book 2.
Doran, finally free, ran from his room. Terrified that Karesh had killed Saita. He would never be able to live with himself if that happened. He could have stopped her, but he had been just about useless.
“Doran,” the voice stopped him in his tracks.
He turned to see a party of what appeared to be about five Saith. His blood turned to ice. How had this happened? They had been so careful about protecting their home world. Blockades were protecting this planet. How had the Saith gotten this far? He started to mutter his incantation, but the large black-haired Saith simply raised a hand and said. “I am not here to fight.”
His dialect was perfect, so perfect that Doran would have mistaken him for a human if he had not replaced his belt with a golden tail.
“If you want to stop the King and his daughter from killing each other then you need to tell me where they are keeping Pura and his father.”
“Damnit!” Doran hit the wall next to him.
“There will be time for that later but for now this is what we must do. Realize that I am trying to save all of us. This war is wrong. You know it, I know it. Help me righten this timeline.”
“Who are you?” he asked.
“I am the only Saith that can make the Queen see reason so, please. Help us.”
“Why should I help you? Why should I not go side with my King?”
“Because Saita will not be able to kill you and Karesh will use that to kill her or worse. You need to just trust me, please.”
Doran swore under his breath. His duty was compelling him to go to Karesh’s aid, but his common sense was telling him that the words the Saith used were true. He clenched his teeth and ran, indicating that the Saith should follow him.
“I hope you know I have betrayed my race by doing this,” he hissed at the Saith.
“Well, in that case, call me by my first name. Bolx” grinned the Saith who ran close by.
They ran down towards the dungeons until the first guard appeared. Doran was about to say something when Bolx stepped forward and set a single finger to his forehead and the man crumpled into a heap.
“He will sleep for a few hours and will wake with a hangover of note, but he will not have to die. Keep moving.”
He dispatched several more guards before they eventually reached their destination. Doran pointed them towards the heavy door and two Saith effortlessly removed it, and part of the surrounding wall. Pura and Furor looked at this situation in bemusement rather than shock before Pura took a deep breath and said. “What is happening?”
Doran was torn as to what to do or say. It took several clicks of Furor’s fingers in his face before he regained composure. “Pura I…”
“Under orders, I know. You literally had no choice with Karesh threatening your family. I know. Breathe man and tell me why I am staring at five members of the Saith race in the dungeon with you.”
“Lord Pura it is good to see you once more,” said Bolx hurriedly. “The short story is that Saita is facing her father.”
Pura blinked a few times before turning to Doran. “She’s alive?”
“Yes.”
“You found her?”
“Yes.”
“Then why is this damn war continuing!?”
“Misdirection and madness, Your Majesty. You need to stop this fight or one of them will die.” Bolx grabbed his arm and started pulling him along. “I would very much like Saita to live through this.”
“The girl is stronger than what you may think,” said Doran. “She subdued me with no problem.”
“She didn’t have a reason to hurt you. Her father is making threats against her family.”
“Stop!” Pura pulled away from the Saith and stood his ground. “Not one more step will I take until I get some form of explanation as to what is going on here!”
“I don’t have time for this, there is no more point in hiding it,” Bolx grabbed Pura’s head and forcefully put his forehead to his. “Try to relax.”
Before anyone else could make a move Pura pushed himself away from Bolx, his face spire white. He looked terrified but could get no words to come from his mouth.
“Do you understand?” was all Bolx said.
Pura nodded his head and said. “Let’s go.”
Saita’s arms were covered in blisters and the skin on her hands was already blackened and peeling back. She had tried reasoning with Karesh. She had tried to just fend his attacks off, but it had not deterred him from coming at her in full force. She was tired and running out of ideas to actually beat him. He continued to berate her before the people brave enough to remain in the room.
“Weak! You were trained better than this. Aleux could do better, and he is a scholar! I can’t believe I ever thought that you could be good enough to replace me,” he mocked as he walked around her, creating a wall of fire. “I was mistaken. You are nothing. Not worthy of my time, not worthy of my name, and not worthy to sit upon the throne!”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said again. “Please, listen to reason. Listen to me! If you still see me as your daughter, then I need you to listen.”
“Daughter? I buried my daughter. What is standing before me is waste wrapped in human skin. It is only good enough to be dismantled and then destroyed. At least your corpse will teach us something. You are not my daughter, you never were. You were simply a placeholder until I could have a son to fill the position. I have that son now, so I have no use for you.”
Pain echoed in her chest, and she brought her hands to hold them to her ribs. Those words were barbed, full of poison that had already been in her heart and now it was just confirmed. She was nothing to this man. She had never meant anything to him.
“Just die and grant me peace.” he hissed.
Her emotions drained away. There was no hate, there was no anger, there was only a deep dark pit that was swallowing her. Her skin burned as the flames came closer. She was going to die. For a moment she accepted her fate and closed her eyes. At first, there was only darkness but then those blue eyes. Her son. If Karesh was aiming to kill her, he was going to go after her son and do who knows what. She couldn’t afford to give up.
Just as the flame walls were about to close in on her, she used pure force to blow them back. Extinguishing them as well as the flames that had coated Karesh’s arms. The man looked shocked but more so when Saita followed up with her right punch. It wasn’t just any right punch. She had copied what he had seen Bolx do, and the strengthened blow rocked Karesh from his feet. Saita turned and followed the move up with a kick, propelling the king into the stairs that held the throne in place. Karesh slammed into the stairs with a crack and then silence.
There was nothing but the sound of Saita breathing hard and the cracking of the fires that had started due to the fight. Exhausted but terrified of what she had done, Saita took a step forward but was stopped as Myla ran past her to her husband.
“Karesh!” she cried as she came to sit next to him.
There was no movement and no sound. Tentatively the Queen lay her hands on her husband’s chest.
“Is he…?” Saita tried to ask as she stepped forward.
“You’ve done enough harm!” snapped Myla at her.
Myla held a hand up to prevent Saita from coming closer. “What kind of monster does this!?”
It felt like the pit of her stomach fell away and Saita was left speechless at what her mother had said. She took a step back, trying to distance herself from her actions when she heard a voice behind her.
“What now?”
She turned, and there was Pura with several of the Saith she had seen earlier in the day. She looked around her, many humans were staring at her, hoping for an answer. She had defeated the King, what was she going to do now.
“I don’t care,” she whispered. “Take the damn throne for all I care.”
She limped away from the destroyed room.
Saita mindlessly looked at her hands as a doctor cleaned and wrapped them and her arms to protect them from infection.
“You have at least third-degree burns over the palms of your hands and likely second-degree burns over your arms,” he said with a hint of fear in his voice. “How are you not in agony?”
“Doesn’t matter. Nothing matters anymore,” she said as she lay back and covered her face with a bandaged arm.
The doctor put a pill container on the bedside table and left wordlessly. Saita ignored the medicine, knowing that it would do nothing to help the way that she felt. Her father was seriously injured, she had heard, and her mother had not left his side since the throne room. No one had come to see Saita. In fact, two guards were posted outside of the medical wing’s doors. She was being kept a watch on. She closed her eyes for a moment and the scene of her father hitting the stairs was played over and over in her mind and she grimaced each time she heard that crunch.
“Saita?”
She opened her eyes to warily look at who had just entered the room. It was Doran and he looked both relieved and exhausted at the same time. He just stood in the doorway watching her.
“Sorry,” she said.
“For what?”
“For locking you up where you could do nothing,” she looked at her hands above her head. “But I could only handle one of you and if you had been together, I don’t think I would have survived it.”
Doran said nothing as he came forward to sit next to her. He wouldn’t look at her but rather at the window which was in the direction of her feet. The day slowly turned to night and the first few stars were starting to emerge.
“Did I kill my father?” whispered Saita after some time.
“You broke his neck and back, but he is alive,” Doran said weakly. “As for his survival, that is up to him and his doctors.”
Saita rolled to her stomach and buried her head in her arms and sobbed for a few minutes before Doran put a hand on her back and just left it there, not saying a word. They sat there, in that position for what seemed like hours before Doran said. “The Saith will be going home soon. We hope to put an end to this ceaseless war with the return of Bolx and his people. It cannot undo the damage that has been done but it will open the doors for communication.”
“Why would he not listen to me!?” said Saita from the depths of her arms. “He just had to listen to me, and we could have avoided all of this.”
Doran took his arm back, got to his feet and looked out of the window. “Sometimes words are not enough and other times words hurt. We will see what our words can do in the coming days.”
Saita sat up and wiped her face. “And me? I see the guards. This is not going to end well for me, is it?”
“Irrespective of what is right or wrong you did commit high treason,” sighed Doran. “As to what your punishment will be...I don’t know.”
“I don’t care. I just don’t care anymore. Take me to Pura so we can get this over and done with. The wait is killing me.”
“I don’t think he and the advisors have come to a decision yet,” Doran looked back at her. “This is not something that should be rushed.”
“I’m done.” Saita sighed. “I am so tired I just want this to end. Even my mother thinks that I am a monster.”
Doran viewed the singed girl with her burned and ratty clothing. She looked exhausted but he knew that there would never be any rest for her. He wondered if Pura was aware of what had happened to her during her four years of captivity.
“Let’s get you dressed in something a little less singed,” he said softly.
Well done, Myla. Speaking without thinking, using the very words Astec used on Saita when she was a child. Does anyone remember what the Heavenly warned Myla and Karesh about in the first book?
“You need to watch your words carefully. You gave her speech, and she will always hang on to your words. Always be clear in what you want from her.”
Looks like someone forgot about that cryptic message. Oh well, guess we'll see what happens after this. Please join for the finale on Tuesday. And get the tissues ready, it's worse than the ending from the first book. Anyone know the punishment for high treason?
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Fell Dragon Book 1
As the series continues, it will combine with another book series I wrote. To avoid confusion about what is happening, introductory chapters will be introduced separately so that you don't have to be lost. However, these chapters will contain spoilers. You can find these chapters here:
Races Explained
Banishment
Royal Guard
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