The reign of the Seven

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The Bloody Claw; a place where even the fiercest of enemies could sit side by side for a pint. The Bloody Claw seemed to gather the strangest of characters. You could at any time find ogres and even banshees sitting and conversing as humans would. But this wasn’t as odd as the location of The Claw. The Bloody Claw was built on the borders of Silnasky and Derox, two nations, exact opposites.
Silnasky was the nation of the elves, one with nature and good in all ways. Industrial and warlike Derox was the exact opposite of Silnasky. The founder of the tavern, Roland Silnovst, was a strange man yes, but not stupid. He knew he would profit greatly by building his tavern where he did. It was on the edge of the mountains, and the only possible place for anyone to rest and re-supply before trudging through the mountains of Derox.
Roland was long dead, and now Sylvan was the owner of The Claw. Sylvan was an elf, and a proud one at that. This story though, does not center around him, but his daughter, Zirel. Zirel looked similar enough to a shadow fox in all ways except she was much larger than any fox she knew, she had a human like face, but had a muzzle like a fox. She stood on two legs, also she had human like hands, paws if you prefer, which included, luckily, thumbs. Her feet were small and completely fox; no trace of human except the size, she usually wore no shoes due to this fact. Zirel was certainly not Sylvan’s daughter, most likely left on the wealthy elf’s doorstep. This is where our story begins, The Bloody Claw, early morning with a sharp bite in the air due to the fast approaching winter.
“Father!” Zirel practically yelled, her voice reaching its peak in anger. “I’m not your little girl anymore Dad. You can’t control my life!” She said her voice angry but no longer a yell, and stormed off to her room, her footfalls unusually heavy. Sylvan sighed and walked out of the backroom.
“That Zirel,” He said with a sigh and a shake of his head that sent his raven hair spilling over his almond shaped vibrant blue eyes.
“She’ll be the death of me.” He finished and began compulsively scrubbing at a greasy smear that faulted the silver sheen of the pewter mug that sat upon the bar.
Zirel was sitting in her bedroom, or rather, lying. She was collapsed on the bed, her pet fox Roland curled up next to her; she stroked his orange-red, sleek fur.
“I don’t know Rol” She said softly burying her head in his soft fur. “He just doesn't understand me. He never will.” She said and looked up, her arms locked around Roland as tears streamed down her already tear streaked face. Roland looked up his warm brown eyes pleading. “Oh Rol, Sometimes I think you’re the only person I can trust.” She said with a watery smile.
Zirel’s tail arched gracefully behind her as she stood and looked in the cloudy mirror that hung on the wall by her bed. Her father hated a creature that was vain, so he never planned to buy Zirel a mirror. But, Zirel bothered him and annoyed him until he finally bought her this one at the bazaar for

three coppers. She stared at her reflection and stood tall. “I mustn’t act childish Rol, I am eighteen now. And I must act accordingly, right Rol?” She said turning to Roland who was again asleep. She nodded as if he had responded and smoothed her ruffled fur then brushed away the tears that made their paths down her face. Drying her eyes she walked out the door, head held high and seemingly not at all flustered by the recent argument. Currently she wore her usual garments, black pants that were tight but widened at the bottom and a white blouse that offset the look of darkness and despair that usually clung to her.
She often got looks, not because of her unmatched grace and ability to seemingly read minds. But for the fact she was a Fox demon. Fox Demons, being a wanted species during The War of the Seven, had, according to rumor, retreated into FoxWood where they apparently never left. FoxWood was a good bit south of The Bloody Claw, in The Nation of The United Forests. A Nation united by war only to, ironically enough, fall again after The War of the Seven. The seven dragons that had been feuding over the throne compromised and the nation found its borders patrolled by Draconions wearing Malisinask the Green’s seal. Zirel did not know much of this but none the less she wished to find her people and show them the outside world, with all the wonders and horrors that it held.
Sylvan noticed Zirel exit her room, but chose to ignore this and continue to compulsively clean the now spotless mug with a white dishrag. Zirel spoke first and broke the eerie silence that pervaded the tavern.
“Father...” She began but was cut off as the door opened and sent a gust of chilly air in her direction. A chill ran up her spine as a cloaked figure entered the tavern. Zirel jumped on the task of greeting this early visitor almost too eager to drop the subject of her recent argument with her father. “Hello kind sir, may I get you a room? Only seven coppers.” She offered but the figure shook its head.
“No thank you M’lady. At least, not quite yet.” Said a voice from the shadows that concealed the figure’s face. “I’ll take a pint my dear.” It said in a rough, but oddly musical voice.
“Yes, coming up.” Zirel said and swiftly poured the cloaked figure a pint of The Bloody Claw’s famous ale. She slid it across the bar where it was caught by a white furred hand that shot out from the sleeve and snatched it. Zirel nodded and turned to face her father once more, she opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted.
“Sorry to be a bother, but how much is this, also, would a raven be permitted to enter? She says she is becoming rather chilled staying outside,”
“Two coppers for the drink and one extra for the bird.” Zirel answered with a forced smile. The figure nodded and whistled sharply. A Raven flew into the tavern through the cracked window and landed on the strangers shoulder.
“Ah yes, hello Faux. Here is your payment M’lady” Said the figure as it slid three coppers across the bar where Zirel caught and pocketed them. She nodded, and turned her attention to her father once more.
“Father, I just don’t belong here. Can’t you see it? The way people look at me? I just can’t do it anymore. I can’t live a lie. I need to find my people.” Zirel said her eyes ablaze with defiance. Sylvan sighed,
“Yes, I have seen it too my dear. I have. They all look in wonder, amazement. You have read what few books that I could find. You know all to well that most haven’t seen a Fox-Demon for a decade if at all.” He said gently, his voice quavering with sorrow and pain. “I know and I understand why you want to leave. I just. I don’t believe it is time quite yet. I need you now; The Bloody Claw needs you Zirel.” He finished and looked at Zirel’s piercing emerald eyes that had been staring at him, giving him her complete attention. Her expression became grave, almost sorrowful.
“You don’t understand though. You can’t. You’re people are to the west, not even a days ride from here father. You knew your home. You knew your people.” She said softly. Sylvan sighed,
“I know there is nothing I can do to stop you, by human standards you have come of age, and I must respect that.” He said and turned around, ending the discussion. Zirel nodded and walked calmly to her room, closing the door gently behind her.
“So, how about that room?” The figure said suddenly breaking the silence. Sylvan nodded and took a key from the cupboard where there where ten keys all neatly arranged by number. The figure deposited seven coppers on the bar in return for the key then retreated to his room, leaving Sylvan alone in the main room with only his troubled thoughts as company.
Zirel sat on her bed, this time no tears ran down her cheeks, no curses flowed from her mouth. She was perfectly calm, almost wrongly so. She was busily packing a saddle bag; planning to leave, to go to FoxWood and find her home. With luck she would also find her mother perhaps even her father. She was putting her brush and such things into the side pocket when she heard a knock on the door. Roland’s ears shot straight up and his eyes opened, alert, watching. Zirel disregarded this sign that it wasn’t her father and answered the knock,
“It’s open,” She said and the door opened to admit the early customer. Zirel cocked a brow, this wasn’t the first time a customer had disregarded the line that separated the Staff’s rooms from the rentals. She sighed inwardly and was about to speak when the figure beat her to it.
It bowed lightly, letting its hood drop. He was a wolf-demon of sorts apparently. His face was furred and his eyes a keen, icy blue with slit pupils. The Raven that was perched upon his shoulder watched Zirel, its black beady eyes, unblinking, and in a way, unnerving.
“I am Kiran M’lady. I am pleased to finally meet the famous Zirel FoxFire. Though, Honored would be a more appropriate word.” He said and smiled warmly breaking the spell that held Zirel’s eyes to the raven.
“I don’t understand.” Zirel said softly, eyeing his white wolf tail and ears which deemed him a wolf demon.
“Oh, dear. This will be rather hard to explain. May I?” He asked gesturing to a chair in the far corner by the window that Zirel used to read by the moonlight. Zirel nodded and Kiran walked to the chair and sat down, his raven fluttered from his shoulder to the arm of the chair and continued to stare at Zirel. “You, Zirel FoxFire,” He began, already his musical voice had enthralled Zirel; she was staring into his icy eyes, captured. “Are the ruler of FoxWood, actually, you are rightfully the ruler of the entire continent of Alaston.” Kiran said whilst Zirel’s face changed from startled to a mask of confusion.
“But, I can’t be, I mean…well… I just can’t be. I’m just….me” She said softly. Kiran smiled in a knowing way.
“Yes, I understand your confusion. But, none the less, your people need you Zirel. They are in dire need of your help.” Kiran said his voice low and his expression grim. Zirel cocked her head,
“Why do they need my help?” She asked.
“Because, Zirel, you are their Queen, my Queen.” He said.
“Why do my people need help at all? I thought they were content in the forest. Safe.” Zirel asked. Kiran shook his head.
“No, that is a story for another time. It isn’t even safe to speak of such things anymore. We must leave. It is not safe for you anymore; the dragons have found out about your birth and have sent assassins.” Kiran said his voice hushed.
Sylvan had seen the stranger enter the room, though he was a bit disturbed by the fact he did not exit until an hour had passed he took no immediate action. He knew no harm had come to his daughter, for, he had heard no screams. He thought nothing of this until curiosity finally got the best of him when he found himself wandering to Zirel’s door. He was about to knock the large knocker against the dark wood door when it opened. The knocker, which was shaped like two foxes, their tails the actual knocker, was in his hand so he was pulled forward before he had the thought to let go. He stumbled then stood straight, staring into the eyes of Zirel, they had a strange far away look to them, misty, lost. Sylvan was the first to speak.
“My dear, what did that customer want?” He asked trying not to sound too intrusive. Zirel smirked.
“That’s what I was coming to tell you father. I’m leaving with Kiran. He’s taking me to FoxWood where I will take my rightful place as Queen.” She said with a slight air of superiority. Sylvan’s face became blank and even paler than usual.
“What? You’re…Going…to FoxWood? You’re the Queen?” He spluttered through his confusion. Zirel nodded.
“According to Kiran, yes. I am the Queen. He said...” She started but was cut off.
“They will kill you Zirel! Behead you! They fear you Zirel; they fear the riots you will start. They fear the rebels. For they were once rebels, they know the power you can stir. You, you my dear… you will be made an example. By leaving, by going to FoxWood all you will accomplish is killing yourself and driving the people of Alaston deeper into the coma of ignorance they have come to live in. There is nothing you can do!” He said his face now flushed with anger. “Do not let Kiran manipulate you for his own purposes, his own greed.” He finished. Zirel stared at him icily.
“You cannot stop me.” She said her voice quavering with unshed tears and unearthed pains. With that Zirel stormed out the front door of the tavern, her packed saddle bag thrown over her shoulder. Sylvan stood there, he wiped the tears of anger and loss that had been brimming in his wide blue eyes and walked to his room solemnly.
Zirel walked swiftly to the stables where she began to saddle her horse, whose eyes burnt like embers shining in the deep of night that was its face. She was quickly strapping the saddle to the horses back when she heard someone enter the stables, it was Sylvan. Zirel turned around and glared at him coldly then returned to her work. She worked so hastily that she cut her thumb on the loose unworn straps. She sucked her thumb and continued. Sylvan walked over to his daughter and placed his hand gently on her shoulder.
“Zirel, I know I cannot stop you. I just fear for you, fear for your life. Can you promise me something? Can you promise me you will be careful?” He asked and Zirel promptly nodded. “In that case, I have a gift for you.” He said and drew a small glass bottle and a pouch of coins from his bag. “This is a bottle of frozen water, from the highest mountains in Linoska. It will never thaw. When you uncork it, time will freeze until you replace the cork. Use it wisely though, for you can only use it once.” He said softly and handed the items to Zirel. She smiled a soft forgiving smile. Sylvan returned the smile and Zirel lunged forward and wrapped her arms around her father,
“I’m sorry.” She whispered as the silent tears that streamed down her cheeks spilt onto Sylvan’s shoulder. Kiran cautiously tapped Zirel on the shoulder.
“Uhh...I know this is a touchy feely, father daughter sorta moment and all...but err… well…,we gotta go.” He said with a forced smile. Zirel nodded and pulled away from her fathers embrace. Kiran looked at Zirel’s horse, “We’re going by dragon back.” He said bluntly and gestured to the door where a Blue dragon was peering inside, its eyes icy blue not at all unlike Kiran’s.
“Uhh… Yeah,” She lied and unsaddled her horse. Kiran helped Zirel onto the dragon’s saddle that rested between its shoulder blades. He then climbed smoothly to the saddle as well. Kiran whistled and the dragon pumped its large leathery wings, and catching the air it began to rise.
“Good Bye Father,” She yelled over the din of the dragon’s wings. Sylvan waved and stood back, way back. With that Zirel and Kiran were off, on their way to FoxWood. Once they reached a reasonable height and the dragon was quietly soaring Kiran turned to Zirel.
“Now, do you still want to hear about your past?” Kiran asked.
“Yes, anyway, what else to I have to do?” She said with a halfhearted smile. Kiran nodded and began.
“I will start from the very beginning, before the dragons became the rulers of Alaston, before even your mother was born...

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Oh yeah, just so you know, Zirel looks like, well you know in robin hood (disney's version), well thats how she looks.

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Quite Good Darling, Quite Good. I totally see the Robinhood-equs thing.

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Cool, I just wasn't sure if anyone else got that but me.

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I might post the second chapter...But.... I'm not sure if I need to edit it for the bazillioneth time. What the hell, Ill post it.

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So much for suspense...here's the second chapter. It may undergo some more editing and it might be drastic. So uhh yeah ;D


Long ago, before The War of the Seven, it was The Queen that ruled, not the King. Thirty-six years ago, there was a ruler of Alaston, a great ruler, your grandmother, Queen Layaina. She was a fox demon much like your self but unlike you, her coat was that of a red fox. Twelve years into her rule Layaina found herself in a situation from which there was no escape. Seven dragons had rebelled against her rule, against the rule of the royal family that ran back hundreds of years. They destroyed her, turning her followers against her and after she was out of the way they took throne. But before they decided who would rule, they, out of fear that a new Queen would arise; drove our people into the forests, any demon they could find was driven into the forest, your kind and mine alike. They kept our people trapped; if they left they were beheaded by the Draconions soldiers that patrolled the borders. The seven dragons though, after they had Alaston under their rule had to choose the new ruler, for there could only be one. Thus, the War of the Seven Began, the dragons fought over who would rule, they destroyed much of Alaston. Mountains toppled. Forests became charred remains, mere shadows of their former glory. Draconions brought into service by the dragons dropped off the backs of great reds, falling from the skies, burning and pillaging as they went. My dear, it was horrible. The Great forests though remained untouched and the civilization inside knew nothing of the Great War that was raging on their doorstep.
Finally, the seven dragons met on an island; now called the Isle of Meeting by most, and negotiated how they would divide up the land. They knew, if the kept fighting they would eventually kill everything the land was worth and be left with nothing but rubble to rule over.
When all was said and done, and the pact was written, each dragon had four nations to rule over. Except for Mirage who, due to her weakness and frequent ailments, got only three small islands which could soon prove to be far more important than most would think.
A lucky few nations escaped the terror of the dragon’s rule by paying a hefty price of 2,000,000 gold. Eighteen years ago you were born; your mother was Alayna, the lost daughter of The Late Queen, your father though, was lost at war before your birth. When your mother heard that Malisinask had sent Draconions after her she told me to take care of you, I knew I couldn’t care for you properly; my life style could never suet a Queen. So I escaped from FoxWood and brought you to live with Sylvan until you had come of age when I would tell you of your past. Tell you of your people’s past.” Kiran finished his tale and looked at Zirel whose eyes were wide.
“So, I’m from the line of Fox Demons that once ruled Alaston? Layaina was my Grandmother?” She asked. Kiran nodded,
“Yes. There is only way you can regain your rightful throne. To overthrow the Seven Dragons. And soon too, in the past years of the dragons rule our people have forgotten what is was like to be truly free.” He said his voice void of emotion. Kiran left her to her thoughts, at least for a while. She smiled and closed her eyes, dreaming that it was her flying, her riding on the thermals, not the dragon. Three hours later Kiran decided the time right to tell her about a little detour they were going to make. He tapped Zirel on the shoulder for it seemed she had fallen asleep, she awoke with a start and yawned.
“What?” She said with another yawn. Kiran pointed to the long blue snake that was the River Of Lost Souls, it split and merged with the Black Rage River, on the split river, just before it merged there was a large complex of tents. Tents of all colors, Blue, Brown, Red, and White. All grouped together in a quilt of shops and action tents. Zirel looked down upon this and then turned to Kiran, on her face a look of complete and utter confusion. Kiran smiled.
“Tis the Great Bazaar of the Plains!” He yelled over the dragon’s wings which were pumping slowly as it descended not 100 yards from the bazaar. There were creatures of all sorts milling from shop to shop, from store to store. Kiran slid off the saddle and offered his hand to Zirel; she ignored this offer and jumped off the saddle herself. Kiran chuckled and followed her into the bazaar. “We will buy our supplies here.” He said and led Zirel into a clothing tent. “But first. You must buy a cloak, for I will be needing mine.” He said. “While you do that, I will head to the weaponry tent,” he said and gestured to the black tent to the clothing tents right. “When you’re done, you can meet me there.” He said and walked at a brisk pace to the tent where he began examining a few rather nice swords that were on display.
Zirel walked into the tent, it was dark and smelled of dyes. She smiled and looked around, obviously enjoying herself. After at least twenty minutes of searching she had found, a rather nice black cloak with an obsidian fastener, a black blouse, and simple black pants that were exactly the same as her previous ones except for the fact they did not widen at the bottom. Zirel looked at herself in the scratched mirror that hung on the wall; she had changed so much in so short a time. She looked at her reflection and found that she was no longer the young and naïve girl she had once been, but a cunning and independent fox. The shop keep cleared her throat meaningfully and Zirel tore her gaze away from the mirror and away from her thoughts.
“Oh! Pardon me miss. How much is this?” She asked embarrassed. The shop keep smiled warmly,
“That will be about three gold pieces total miss.” She said. Zirel nodded and handed the coins to the shop keep. Then, head held high walked out of the tent. She headed to the weaponry tent where Kiran told her to meet him. Currently he was, though she didn’t see, casually slipping something into his newly bought cloaks sleeve. He saw Zirel and nodded. “Ah, there you are. I was just buying this lovely sword for myself. He said gesturing to a large sword that was encrusted with several rubies. The shopkeeper looked up.
“Can ye pay for this kind sir? Tis five gold pieces” He said. Kiran nodded and drew from a pocket a small purse of coins. On the purse there were two letters, GL, Kiran smiled, “Uhh… 'Twas a gift from my father many years ago, ye know, before he died.” Kiran said with a faked sniffle. The storekeeper made a strange face and held out his hand for the payment. Kiran’s face brightened, “Oh! I nearly forgot! You need to buy a weapon, Zirel, though let’s hope you won’t need to use it.” He said. Zirel shrugged and after wandering about the tent a bit she found a black as pitch longbow. She brought it to the front and the store keep nodded,
“Ah yes! Tis a fine bow you’ve chosen M’lady. Supposed to be of elven make. That’s four gold pieces for the bow and three for the sword. Ye will be needin’ arrows and a quiver for the bow and a sheath for the sword right? Its two silver pieces for twenty arrows and three coppers for the matching quiver. The sheath for that sword is an odd twenty coppers.” He said. “But! I’ll give ye a bargain eh? An even ten and Ill give you the whole set! What do ye say?” Kiran and Zirel nodded simultaneously and each gave the store keep five gold pieces and walked out, their new weapons in hand.
The pair stopped at a food tent where Kiran bought two packs and water skins. He also purchased plenty of the basic things needed for travel: matches, dried meat, twine for snares, a frying pan, bed rolls and a few good hooks. He packed all these things into the bags along with many other necessities and filled the water skins. While he did this Zirel stood outside the tent adjusting the straps of the quiver for her back. She smiled at her work as Kiran came trudging up to her, laden with the items he had purchased. He threw a bag at Zirel and dropped his own on the dusty ground.
“I have one more place I have to go before we leave for FoxWood.” He said and fastened his sword to his belt. Zirel shrugged and followed him down dark allies until they finally came to a narrow passage. Kiran stopped for a moment to let Zirel catch up and stepped forward, a cloaked figure shot forward and held a dagger to Kiran’s throat.
“Password.” It hissed; Kiran smirked.
“Ah, hello Shadow, didn’t expect to see you quite yet. On guard duty eh? Oh yes. Password’s we are the Dragons’ Bane if I'm correct” He said the smirk still on his face. The figure nodded.
“Who’s that?” It asked gesturing to Zirel. Kiran smiled,
“No worries mate. She’s not a threat.” He said then added with a chuckle, “At least, not yet.” The figure returned the chuckled and let them pass.
After about a half hour of walking the narrow pass opened to a large cavern which had many halls leading off into the shadowed rooms beyond. Curtains hung in front of most the halls though there were crude doors with strange markings on them, they looked like dragon script. Zirel looked up and saw that the cavern was not actually a cavern, it was a sort of a dormant volcano, that had been hollowed out to suet the needs of the people. Kiran smiled and whispered to himself, “It’s nice to be home.” A tall, solemn looking wolf demon with black fur walked slowly up to Kiran. He was about to speak when a small elf ran up and gave Kiran such a forceful hug, (jumped at him actually) that he stumbled backwards and nearly fell. The elf let Kiran out of his embrace and smiled.
“Hey Kiran!!! Who’s that? Why are you here? I thought you were dead? Were you? Wow! What's it like to be dead? I guess it would be fun. Interesting at least…. Ohh ohh I have to show you something!” He said and pulled something out of his pocket, it was small and shiny. “See??? Its soooooo awesome don’t you think? I mean come on! It’s so shiny and pretty and sparkly…and and and….” Finally the tall wolf demon slapped his hand over the elf’s mouth.
“It’s nice to see you again Kiran. I feared you would never return.” He said and looked at the elf.
“Pepper’s happy to see you too.” He said as the elf scrabbled to free itself from the wolf’s grip, his curly red hair falling into his face, he finally managed to free himself and smiled broadly before he stuck out his tongue at the wolf demon who had put his hand over his mouth. While Pepper was busy getting the wolf hairs out of his mouth (He was talking while the wolf had its hand over his mouth) Kiran took the opportunity to talk.
“Well hello Pepper. You didn’t change a bit. Felox, how could you think that…?” He started then turned to Zirel. “Pardon me M’lady. This is of private matters, Pepper, why don’t you show Zirel around?” Kiran asked, Pepper nodded happily and ran off into one of the hallways.
“Come on!” He said and ran off down one of the halls. Zirel smiled and ran off after him. Once they were gone Kiran looked again to Felox.
“Why did you leave us Kiran? And who is that girl with you?” Felox asked. Kiran shook his head.
“That, we must speak of somewhere where I can be sure we are not being watched.” Kiran said and shook his head sadly, “Tis a sad thing when one cannot even feel safe in ones home.” He said Felox glared at him icily.
“This is not your home Kiran. You left us. You left us when we needed you most. If you cannot speak of it here, you will not speak of it.” He said harshly. Kiran sighed.
“Yes, I suppose. She is Zirel. Zirel Foxfire. She is the Late Queen’s Granddaughter. She is the key that will open the window of freedom to our people Felox.” He said softly, his voice speeding in excitement. Felox nodded, no emotion, not even a glimpse of excitement, or fear, even hatred. Nothing. Empty. Kiran sighed inwardly. “I knew you couldn’t care. They banished you. Why should you care about their wellbeing, your own people Felox. Not to worry, ‘twas expected. I’ll go save Zirel from Pepper.” He said and walked with dignity intact, to the hall where Pepper had led Zirel. Kiran found Zirel and Pepper. Pepper was showing Zirel the contents of his seemingly bottomless pockets. On the table in front of him there were buttons, coins, sticks, bits of pottery, jewels, the ball that he had showed Kiran which was actually a ball of clay with bits of broken pottery and gems stuck in it and an array of other objects. Pepper noticed Kiran had entered the room and jumped up; Zirel’s hand shot out and caught him by the collar of his shirt. She smiled,
“What exactly is Pepper?” She whispered. Kiran chuckled, “I believe he was an attempt to cross breed a donkey, an elf and a parrot. Seriously though, he’s an elf I think. He is actually over a hundred years old. When he was young I think his mum dropped him on his head or something stunted his growth and messed with his head.” He said with a broad grin. Pepper cocked his head,
“Are you talking about me? Why? Did you say I’m a parrot? It’d be fun to be a parrot, I wanna be a parrot. But it would be fun to be a dragon too, or a troll, or or or even a monkey. My favorite animal is a monkey you know. My mum always said I was stubborn as a mule and a little wacky in the noggin if you knew what she said. But, I never let that get me down, so now I think I’ve proved her wrong cuz I let people push me around, its mostly because I'm short I guess and one time while I was little my dog ran away. It was sad so my mum bought me a pet parrot, though it bit me so I threw it out the window but it could fly and me mum was mad at me. So I came here it was weird at first cuz people played elf football with me but now they let me actually play instead of being the ball and I like it here. Have you seen the kitchen?” He stopped, probably because he had run out of breath. Kiran nodded and pointed to a nearby room,
“You can sleep there tonight, I’ll take care of Pepper.” He said with a wink and led Pepper down the hallway to what appeared to be the kitchen, she could tell because Pepper began to jabber about how shiny everything was in the kitchen.
Carefully opening the door she headed inside. It was dark and smelled of lamp oil. Lighting the lamp that was apparently the source of the smell she looked around the room. It was actually rather nice; there was a large canopy above the bed that was lace. It extended down a foot or so before it was sewn to a thicker material, it was crimson in color. The walls were black and the floor a cold tile of sorts, almost painfully cold. Zirel pulled aside the drapes and sat on the bed, dust rose into the air and she sneezed repeatedly. She then pulled a small journal from her cloak pocket and with a quill and inkwell she found on the nightstand, began sketching what she had seen. First she sketched, Kiran’s Dragon. Her drawing though was interrupted as she heard a knock on the door that was hinged askew.
“Come in,” She said and Kiran entered his footfalls soft on the heavily padded rug.
“I left Pepper with the cook. You see, if you keep his mouth full he won’t talk for a while. Anyway, I figured you would buy that bow; bows are only good for shooting at long distances. So I thought I’d get you something for close range.” He said and drew a dagger from the depths of his cloak. He handed it to Zirel hilt first; she slowly took it and held in her palm, admiring it. The hilt was black metal and had the pattern of a dragon; its wings formed the base for the blade. Set in the dragon’s eyes were two rubies.
“It’s magnificent. How did you ever afford it?” She asked. Kiran smiled.
“I found a good deal.” He said with a sly grin and with a bow of his head he began to walk out the door. He stood there for a moment, holding the door ajar. “We leave at dawn. You might want to get some rest.” He said and shut the door carefully.
Zirel took off her cloak and carefully slid the dagger into a small sheath that was to be attached to ones thigh by the means of a strap. She set this on her bag so she could put it on when she got ready the next morning. Smiling silently she crawled beneath the covers. The last thing she thought before she fell into the light sleep that she did was the question of her fathers well being.
Sylvan locked the door, his final preparation for the oncoming night. He heard a tap on the window and walked to the door to investigate. He opened the door to find two draconions, both wearing the seal of the Black dragon, Narcious. He glared at them icily.
“What do you want? Or rather, what does that bloated lizard Narcious want?” He spat. The larger of the two draconions spoke.
“Watch your tongue elf.” It hissed. “We are under orders by Narcious the Black to search this tavern, The Bloody Claw, for a wanted criminal by the name of Zirel FoxFire.”

[Aubry The Odd O.o]

Here's Chapter Three, Approved by my editor, AKA, Beth...The...sibling?

Leagues away from the Thieves Guild and the Bazaar there was a huge complex of trees, curling together in a mass of greenery and thorns. Within this mass a great green dragon slept, or rather, she should have been sleeping, she was tired. But sadly she couldn’t seem to sleep. There was this urge, hard to describe, it burned in her belly like hunger, but it ran through her wings. She sighed and paced restlessly on the cold marble floors of her fortress. A small red dragon walked slowly up to her and bowed deeply.
“Malisinask, oh exalted one, why do you pace these halls? Are you ill? Do you suffer from the same ailment that has claimed your far weaker cousin Mirage?” The dragon asked her voice void of the worry that would usually accompany these words. The green sighed and sat, the sound echoed through the silent night.
“No, no. Relsnyess, the night, tonight, it is too calm. Forces are stirring from their long slumber. But I fear it is great, either a great evil or a great good is being stirred this night. And I fear it is not our ally.” She said gravely, she shook her head and stood once more, her great leathery wings flared and the red paled in comparison to this great monster of a dragon. Malisinask lashed her tail and walked slowly to the large green doors that bore her seal, pushing one open she looked outside wearily. With a nod in the direction of the red she flapped her mighty wings and took flight. Relsnyess blinked repeatedly and jumped up and took flight in the large corridors of the fortress, she was soaring to the meeting room where she would tell the advisors that their Queen has left.
Malisinask soared, looking down onto the land she saw that the woods around her were writhing, as if in excruciating pain. Sighing she flew higher, her massive wings blotted out the moon and most of the eastern sky. Flying silently she let her mind slip let her thoughts wander and finally she was one with the night, blending seamlessly with the midnight sky. She let her wings guide her and finally the burning in her belly ebbed away and she was left soaring silently in the night, waiting, watching.
The restlessness that Malisinask felt was not felt by her alone, the other dragons felt it too; they felt their power being threatened, like there was an itch on their back that they just couldn’t seem to scratch. All of the other dragons flew, following their wings not their minds, except of course, Mirage.
Mirage sat in front of a large silver pool that mirrored the flash of her scales upon its glassy surface. She had been scrying the other seven dragons, her cousins as some called them. But they were not her cousins, no. They were monsters, bloated lizards that took control of the continent by luck not strategic maneuvering. She smiled wryly and passed a clawed foot over the pool so that its glassy appearance shattered and left it aqua in coloration once more.
Mirage sighed and curled up near the fireplace with no fire where atop the mantle a single candle burnt, lighting the cavernous room ever so slightly. The candle though small, cast a light on mirage’s scales; they glittered in an eerie sort of way so they looked like shards of crystal attached to her leathery hide. She blew an icy breath towards the hearth, the ice twirled together into an icy fire that gave off no warmth but rather, chill.
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Zirel awoke to the sun in her eyes, or at least, that’s what she thought at the time. In reality though Pepper was shining the lantern in her eyes, and that was what woke her. Blinking repeatedly to clear the tears Zirel sat up. With a cavernous yawn she jumped out of bed paying Pepper who was sitting on the bed little attention. Smiling broadly Pepper stood up on the bed.
“Hey Zirel. Its time to get up ‘cause Kiran told me to get you ‘cause it’s almost dawn and you still need to get ready!” He said and without taking a breath continued. “And! You know what I…” He said but was cut off by Zirel as she hissed for silence.
“I have to get ready, could you go tell Kiran I’m up?” She asked, Pepper nodded happily and scampered off down the hall.
With another yawn and stretch Zirel put on her cloak, fastening the small clip carefully and surreptitiously strapping the dagger to her thigh. Carefully she threw her bow over her shoulder and strapped the quiver to her back. She looked in the mirror and smiled to herself. I look just like a warrior! She thought before she walked proudly out the door and to the kitchen where she assumed Kiran and Pepper, along with the other members of the Thieves Guild, were eating breakfast.
“Should we tell her? It could ruin all our plans if we do, she is just a girl.” Said Kiran,
“No, we must tell her, if we don’t, it will also ruin everything. Anyway, I believe she is strong enough to endure such a blow.” Felox said coolly just as Zirel entered.
“Tell me what?” She said loudly with an oddly wolfish grin on her face. Felox sighed and was about to speak when Kiran shushed him.
“Zirel, I’m sorry, I truly am. But we received word that, I’m terribly sorry, but, Sylvan has been captured, and he’s probably dead.” Kiran said looking at the ground. Zirel’s grin faded as she received the news…She bit her lip to stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.
“Oh…” She said softly and wheeled around on her heel, “I…I think I forgot something in m-m-my room…” She said softly and dashed to her room. Kiran made a move to follow her but Felox stopped him.
“No. She needs to handle this on her own. Give her a few hours…” He said, Kiran shook his head,
“No, we have to go, If we don’t she’ll be joining her father in the abyss.” He said his tone muted. Felox nodded,
“I know, just give her a few moments, she’s strong, she’ll pull through this. Besides, she is the Queen, no?” He said. Kiran nodded in agreement and slumped against the wooden walls.
Zirel sat on the bed; her eyes were damp and red.
“Just when I think things are going well my entire world comes crashing down upon me…Why does this happen to me?? Why?” She spoke softly for fear of being overheard. Fingering the edge of the quilt she rolled over and was quite surprised to see Roland, sitting there, his brown eyes wide as always. Zirel shut her eyes tightly and rubbed them till they hurt, fearing this to be a trick of the light or in her anger and sadness she had reached something familiar. She then looked again only to see Roland still sitting there, staring at her with wide eyes. “What are you doing here Roland? How’d you…..” She began but was cut off.
Ah! Hello Zirel, I don’t know exactly how to tell you this but…I’m not your beloved Roland, I actually never was a fox at all. Said a curt voice that rang out in Zirel’s mind. The small orange-red Fox yawned and showed its small ivory pointed teeth. Its ears rose to attention and a small black sign came into sight, it looked like a sideways eight, and it was the symbol for infinity. Zirel stared at “Roland” and tilted her head in a fox-like way. Oh! I’m sorry, I never properly introduced myself. I’m Zaphira Ancalime, and I am no fox. I am a dragon. It said rather bluntly, as if it was of no importance.
“Wait a moment. You’re a dragon? Where’s Rol?” She asked in disbelief. Zaphira shook her head. I’ve been Roland for the past eighteen years. It was my assignment. And frankly, I dislike how you call me Rol, it is quite irritating. Anyway, you can speak to me through your mind as I do you. Just…to put it bluntly, think at me, think what you want to say.
“Oh….I mean” She made an odd face and tried to speak. Oh, so, no one can hear us except who we try to speak to? She said softly. Zaphira nodded. Also, I am the daughter of the dragon who once served your mother. Traditinally the Queen had a dragon whose job it was to protect and transport the Queen. The dragon and the Queen usually had a very strong bond. That is why we can speak like this. Though, it will be hard at first since you haven’t always seen me as the dragon I truly am. Zaphira finished and was suddenly surrounded by a strange aura of silvery light. Soon there was a small silver pool of light near Zaphira’s paw; it was suspended in the air, a floating globule of silvery liquid. In that pool there was the image of a dragon. Its scales were like rubies, glittering in the moonlight by which it flew. That is me in my true form. ‘Tis just a memory though and I yearn to fly once more. If you could buy a saddle you could ride me to FoxWood. Zaphira suggested. Zirel stared blankly, confused as well as astonished that a dragon had been her Roland, her Rol this entire time. Zaphira passed her paw over the pool and it disappeared with the same silvery light. We must go though, The Dragon riders are coming, and they bring Draconians on foot. They know you are here. We must be swift. Also, you cannot tell the others of my existence until you must ok? Zirel nodded and motioned to the bag where she kept her things,
“I suppose you can stay in there until we fly.” She said walked out the door once more. She had forgotten about Sylvan completely and was now thinking about Zaphira and her steps were confident. With her head held high she walked into the kitchen to see Kiran packing the last of the things into a large saddlebag. “Let’s go.” She said softly and walked back to her room, and after making sure that Zaphira was in the bag she rushed outside where Kiran was now calling his Blue. What shall I tell him? Zirel asked her voice was faint in Zaphira’s conciseness. Open the bag and I will jump out and shift in the dragon stables. I have already talked with Arynton, that’s Kiran’s Blue. And he agrees that I should fly as well, his wings were beginning to ache from the heavy load of two people and their possessions. We can explain to Kiran once we are off the ground. She acknowledged. Zirel nodded and opened the bag so all that was seen was a small red shadow jumping out of the bag. Kiran saw this movement and turned around, hand on the hilt of his sword. Seeing nothing he turned to Arynton and adjusted the saddle. Kiran mounted and motioned for Zirel to join him on the saddle but she shook her head just as Zaphira walked proudly out of the stable. She arced her neck gracefully so that her red scales glittered like a thousand rubies. Show off Zirel muttered as she blew small jets of flame out of her nose slits. Large muscular feet crunched down upon the soft ground, and sent insects scurrying for safety. Each of Zaphira’s toes ended in an ebony claw that was curved and serrated. She unfurled her wings and lashed her tail as she finally reached Zirel. Snaking her head downward she looked at Zirel from eye level. Her crimson colored orbs reflecting Zirel back into them. Content she began observing Kiran. He is wise beyond his years. Perhaps Arynton told him who I am, he doesn’t seem surprised at all. Zaphira said softly and sat protectively behind Zirel. We need a saddle, if you were to ride bareback my scales would strip the skin from your legs and that would be rather painful. She said thoughtfully. Zirel nodded and looked at Kiran who didn’t seem at all surprised.
“So you must be Zaphira eh? ‘Tis an honor to meet you.” Kiran said with a low bow. Zaphira nodded. He will do. She commented.
“I need a saddle, or, at least, that’s what Zaphira says.” Zirel said. Kiran nodded,
“Yes, you do. I suppose she told you that you also need a coat or two if we are to go fast enough to evade the Dark Knights.” Zaphira snarled showing her ivory dagger-like teeth.
Kiran nodded and walked over to the dragon stables where he spoke with the stable hand. The Hand shook his head then Kiran handed him some gold coins. The Hand eagerly snatched them and ran inside the stable where he soon exited with a large saddle that fit in the hollow between a dragon’s shoulder blades. Kiran thanked the man and returned to Zirel holding the large saddle. “Could you tell her not to eat me while I put the saddle on?” He said thoughtfully when Zaphira snarled at him when he tried to get closer. Tell him I’m not stupid and I can understand him. Also, tell him he’s a fool. Zaphira said. Zirel suppressed a laugh delivered the message and Kiran growled as he attached the saddle to Zaphira’s back. After standing back to admire his work Kiran mounted Arynton. Zirel carefully climbed onto Zaphira’s saddle after she had bundled up with a leather coat that was so kindly provided by a nearby clothing tent.
I think Arynton told Kiran, therefore I believe there no reason for me to intrude on his thoughts…Correct Zirel? Zaphira said softly as she pumped her great glittering ruby wings and gained altitude. Zirel nodded and laboriously responded. Yes, I would like to know more about my people, more importantly, my family. That is, if you’re not too troubled to tell me.
Yes, I figured you would want to know. Just a moment, I’ll tell you when we gain enough altitude so that we are safe from listening ears.
Arynton followed them and soon they were soaring above the clouds. They were above the world, And most importantly, above all worries. Zirel smiled and let her hand stray from the saddle horn which she had been gripping so hard that her knuckles were white. She cautiously stroked Zaphira’s ruby scales; they were warm and brought a feeling of safety and comfort. I think we are at a safe distance now Zirel…So I shall begin. Zaphira said snapping Zirel out of the reverie she was in. When your family first began their rule it was because every single nation had different currencies and this made if difficult to trade. Anyway, all the Kings and Queens of each nation were entangled in a web of politics and lies, it was rather messy. So, your family, the fox demons, who at the time were revered for their wise and kind ways, stood up and called the leaders of each nation to a great castle that sat on the island you now know as Mirage’s Isle. They all agreed that it would be best to have a Queen who ruled the entire continent. After that there was a great period of a hundred years, this was called the Golden Age. When your family ruled and none objected, all loved the Queen and the peace that reigned. Zaphira stopped for a breath.
But what about the dragons? Zirel asked impatiently
Ah ah ah, my dear, do not be so impatient. Zaphira said softly and continued
As I was saying a golden age was brought forth. But suddenly after a hundred years of peaceful reign a small group of people, humans, elves, dwarves along with many other species gathered and objected to the rule. They said that the Queen must be stopped before she let the power go to her head. These rebels, they threatened to kill the Queen. To safeguard their precious Queen and in turn the peace, the elves, most of who loved the Queen and the peaceful rule, bestowed a powerful gift upon the Royal Family. They gave them a dragon egg. This egg hatched and your ancestor, Ainariel was the first to have a dragon. The dragon was given to Ainariel at her birth and they bonded throughout her life so when she finally took the throne, they were inseparable and so the dragon, Arcane, would never have the thought of betraying the Royal Family. Never. From Arcane came Zephyr and so on. This family of dragons, my kin, helped the many Queens of the land to rule justly. Sometimes, the bond was so strong that the Dragon shared some of its power with the Queen. They also protected them as well as transported them across and around the continent whenever the need arose. That is the legacy of my family, known as Curubdë Abcalime which in elvish means, The Queen’s Guardian. And that, Zirel, is who, and what I am. It is also why I choose to live with you and why you must trust me. Zaphira finished and snaked her head around so that she could see Zirel’s expression. Zirel was sitting there her eyes were wide with excitement.
You said that the bond was so great that the dragon shared its power with the queen, so that means I have the ability to use the arcane art of magic? She asked softly and Zaphira nodded.
Though, at the moment it is weak within you, but I will teach you how to use magic and use it properly. Because you are a Fox demon you have the ability to shift into a fox and probably control over a single element. Though, I can’t tell what element yet. Zaphira said and turned back around to see Arynton in front now leading.
So, have you explained to her? He asked Zaphira.
Yes, she seems to understand. Zaphira said briskly
Good. I never got to tell you, but I am honored to meet you, Zaphira Abcalime. Could you tell Zirel I am greatly honored to meet her as well? Arynton asked. Zaphira nodded and relayed the message to Zirel who blushed.
“Why, thank you Arynton.” She said. Kiran was lying back in the saddle as she said this.
“Ah. So Zaphira, you’ve finished? Good, just in time too. We are about to land for the night.” Kiran said. Zirel was astonished when she looked around and saw that the sun was already setting and the sky was beginning to darken. She looked down and saw Cotton Wood Forest, its hemlocks reaching towards the sky, looking a bit east she also saw Legend Forest where Malisinask the Green lived in her fortress of green. Looking further south she finally saw what she had traveled so far to see, FoxWood. Great oaks and evergreens stretched their arms towards the sky in an everlasting embrace. The empty void in her very soul became apparent when she saw the forest and thought of Sylvan. A single tear slid down her cheek whilst Zaphira and Arynton flared their wings in preparation to land.

[Aubry The Odd O.o]

Arynton landed roughly, Zaphira did the same but with more grace and dignity that could be expected from a creature of her size. Arching her long snakelike neck she kneeled and allowed Zirel to demount.
“What of Zaphira and Arynton?” Zirel asked softly. Kiran shrugged and pulled a small pocket map out of a pouch near his sword. He lay it on the ground and began to inspect it.
“Well,” he said softly as his brow creased with thought. “I’m not sure how well they would receive us on dragon back. Though I believe it would be a glorious thing. Their Queen arriving on the back of a dragon with glittering scales the color of the rubies.” He said. Zaphira snorted.
I am not impressed. She said directly into his mind. He was a bit taken aback with this but continued none the less.
“But I fear we could not do that because The Green would surely notice two dragons entering her territory for we would have to breach The Forest of Legend to get to FoxWood and this would distress that old wyrm. She’d probably kill us with the rank of her breath.” He chuckled at his own jest then continued. “I suppose they could follow us though the forests. Though, it would be a long trek.” He said uneasily and shrugged.
“So be it. We will trek through the forests of Cotton Wood then pass over the River there.” She said pointing to a small curve of blue amidst the sea of green. “Then we could go directly into Fox Wood without ever setting foot,” She said then smiled at Zaphira. “Or claw, near the borders of the nation or the borders of The Forest of Legend.” She said and looked at Kiran for approval. He shrugged.
“Sure. I suppose it’ll work. I see no reason why it wouldn’t. Anyway, we need to rest; we can make camp while the dragons hunt. Ah yes. That reminds me. Arynton, would you mind catching an extra bit of meat? We won’t need much, a small deer would suffice.” He said. Arynton snorted and with a nod of his head he was off. Zaphira eyed Kiran then looked to Zirel.
Be careful, for we are both just hatchlings in a world as old and vast as Alaston. She said softly and with a small nod of her horned head she departed chasing after Arynton in the semi-darkness of dusk. Kiran sighed as he watched them depart.
“Indeed dragons are one of, if not the, most awe-inspiring creatures in the entire continent, and probably the entire world as well.” He said softly, his eyes caught the light of the setting sun in a way so it seemed they were lit from inside with the outlandish blue light of his irises. Zirel smiled,
“Aye.” She said softly, “they are.”
“None the less, we need to gather wood for the fire ‘else we’ll freeze to death out here.” He said. Zirel pondered Zaphira’s words as she gathered the wood and set it neatly in a pile near a pit which Kiran was digging, “We don’t want to set the entire woods aflame eh?” He explained as Zirel stared at him oddly. She shrugged and sat in front of the fire pit he was digging. “Where exactly did Zaphira come from? I mean. I knew she existed and all, but how did she get to you so fast and more importantly, how did she know where you were?” Kiran asked. Zirel, not trusting herself to speak just shrugged and uttered a single word. “dunno,” Kiran sighed, knowing he would get nothing more out of her and returned to his work, he now had the hole dug and was piling stones around the sides. When he finished he stood back and admired his work. He then piled the branches that Zirel had gathered into the pit and lighting it with his sword which he struck against a rock to ignite the dry brush. Zirel cocked a brow at him as he struck his sword against the rock, “Won’t you nick the blade?” She asked softly. Kiran shook his head.
“Nope, at least…it shouldn’t, if it does I’ll have to sue that trader, its supposed to be of elven make and will never chip, scratch, or nick.” With a shrug he continued and soon enough they had a merry blaze burning in the pit. As merry as the blaze was it could never mask Zirel’s confusion and hurt. She looked at Kiran coldly.
“Why did you not tell me? You must’ve known that Roland was actually Zaphira, or at least a dragon.” She hissed. Kiran met her cold gaze.
“No. I did not know. I knew there was a dragon. Or at least, supposed to be one. I did not want to get your hopes up so you could find them dashed along the cliffs of fate.” He said flatly and stared into the flames.
Zaphira and Arynton arrived just in time; they broke the awkward silence with the din of their landing and then the silent conversation.
I see you’ve spoken with Kiran about me have you? She asked dully. Zirel without thinking nodded.
I suppose, how’d you know? She asked softly. Zaphira chuckled, it sounded like when one rubbed a stone against a sword. A strange grating sound, well, at least that’s what Zirel thought it to be, a laugh that is.
You do well to hide your thoughts, hatchling. Mused Zaphira. Zirel was astonished.
Was that…Sarcasm? She asked and now it was her turn to laugh. Smiling brightly she turned to Kiran who was apparently speaking to Arynton. His face was blank as he stared into the flames. Zirel’s face hardened as she saw him. What happened to him? Why does he not tell me anything of himself? She asked. It was meant to me a rhetorical question but she saw that Zaphira was pondering the correct way to word it.
He has been through many things in his life Zirel. You are but a hatchling and he is an elder in terms of wisdom. She sighed. He does not mean you any harm by not telling you about himself. I feel as if he is broken. His soul torn and he has no one to mend it. She said softer still and curled up on the ground as Kiran skinned the hares that the two wyrms had brought.
Thank You. Zirel said softly. For everything.
Zaphira smiled as Zirel curled up to her belly. She draped a ruby wing over Zirel who seemed insignificant compared to the vast coat of glimmering rubies that was Zaphira. Kiran finished cooking the meat and handed a bit to Zirel who ate it slowly admiring Zaphira’s claws that were inches from her tail. It’s amazing how a creature which is so deadly, she thought to herself. Can also be so loving. She shrugged and ate the meat. The four of them then bedded down for the night. Zaphira with Zirel under her wing, and Arynton with Kiran under his.
Zirel was running, from what she knew not all she knew was she had to run or else some terrible tragedy would befall her. Sylvain’s voice echoed in her mind.
“Zirel, why did you leave? I needed you! You left me to my death! Why Zirel? Why?!”
Zirel awoke with a shuddering gasp, cold sweat covered her entire body, causing her fur to mat and stick to the dirt beneath her. Zaphira was awake that instant.
What is it? She asked worriedly. Zirel shook it off.
Nothing, just a bad dream. She said and curled up next to Zaphira once more. Zaphira knew it would be fruitless to pursue the issue now and decided to leave it to later days.
Kiran awoke with the sun, as he had asked Arynton to wake him.
Why do you lie to the girl Kiran? Arynton asked suddenly while Kiran was reattaching the saddle to Arynton’s back. Kiran shook his head.
I don’t old friend. Why would you think such a thing? He asked smoothly. Arynton snorted.
I’m not a fool Kiran. He said bluntly but dropped the topic completely. A few hours later they were in the air once more. Zaphira was soaring while Zirel posed the question.
When will I learn what element I can control? She asked rather suddenly. Zaphira shrugged which shook Zirel in the saddle.
I beg your pardon; I’m not used to being ridden not to mention flying. She said hurriedly then began to answer. The path for you is unclear. As the elves say M’dear. “Hope is but the bone a lazy Shepard uses to bribe the do into herding the sheep.” But the true question is, is the Shepard kind enough to in the end give us the bone? Zaphira said. Zirel sighed and knew she could get nothing more than riddles from Zaphira and let herself be captivated with the steady beating of Zaphira’s wings as they continued on their journey.
One hour and five leagues later Zaphira landed after Arynton, savoring the joy of flight. When Zaphira finally reluctantly landed Zirel saw that Kiran was readying Arynton for the trek through Cotton Wood, he had tightened the saddle and thrown two of the bags off the saddle.
“Put those on Zaphira’s saddle.” He said shortly. Zirel complied, tying the bags to the saddle with long ropes, she knotted them tightly and stood back to admire her work. Kiran nodded in approval. “Good. We’d better go.” He said and held out a length of rope to Zirel. “Tie yourself to Zaphira’s saddle. So you don’t get separated from her.” He said. Zirel tilted her head in a fox-like way. Kiran smiled.
“We won’t be riding Dragon-back; they deserve a rest from their burdens. Anyway, a bit of walking will do you some good.” He said. Zirel shrugged and took the length of rope, tying one end around her waist and the other around Zaphira’s front right leg. Kiran did the same with Arynton, and the two dragons and demons walked through the forest, the soft chirping of the birds mingling with the sounds of a nearby waterfall. They walked the entire day, nothing of importance happened except Zaphira finally caved in and let Zirel ride on her back where she slept, sore feet throbbing. Arynton snorted at this and called Zirel unfit to be Queen. Kiran glared at him as Zaphira reared up, flaring her wings and brushing trees aside as if they were twigs.
“Do not insult her!!” She hissed, speaking with her tongue not mind for the first time. Arynton edged away and stayed quite until they made camp that night. Again, the two dragons went to hunt while Kiran stayed with Zirel, making a fire pit. Though, this time he finished early. He stood and walked over to Zaphira’s discarded saddle bags for she hated the added weight while hunting. He rummaged through one of them until he pulled out the bow. He tossed it to Zirel who caught it messily, fumbling with the light bow.
“Target practice. I assume you haven’t had any training with a bow.” He said. Zirel nodded and stood as he walked over to a tree, pulling a dagger from a sheath in his boot he carved a target into the tree. “Shoot the target.” He said and stepped back, way back, behind Zirel actually. Zirel fumbled with the arrow and finally fit it properly to the taut string. She closed an eye and aimed, then released the string. The arrow zipped past and hit a tree with a dead knock. The only problem was, the tree was three trees to the left of the one she had aimed for. Zirel blushed, Kiran just smiled and spoke to her of the proper ways of shooting arrows, he was not the best, no, his skill lied in the sword, but he could at least shoot straight. So, that night, while the dragons were hunting, he taught her everything he knew about bows and how to shoot one.
“You should really see the elves, they know more about bows than any creature I’ve ever met.” He said as Zirel leaned against a tree, that a black fletched feather was now imbedded in. She smiled as she fingered the carved target. I can shoot an arrow! Straight! She thought happily just as the two dragons arrived, in their claws a deer for the dinner of the other two.
Kiran cooked the meat in a similar way to the night before, cooking it on a flat rock he found near the river they were to cross in the morning over the fire pit. Zirel ate on an overhanging cliff, the food in a small wooden bowl as she gazed at FoxWood forest, her eyes misted, lost in thought. She watched the sun set and Zaphira joined her, letting the young fox demon curl up on her belly as she thrummed happiness in a deep voice.


((I havn't really edited this chapter yet, But I need someone to read it so umm yeah...here.))