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HEART OF THE DRAGON

I am unsurprised 😂 Amen gives me dragon energy and I love writing were-creature stories, so I'm having a lot of fun with this. In a realm comprised solely of magic factions, there's always a war going on. In order to fund his current one, the werewolf king has traded his daughter Eva as collateral for a trunkful of gold from the dragon king. Amen, the dragon king's top (and most brutal) hunter, is grounded from a wing injury and forced to act as Eva's bodyguard. Blah blah blah, enemies to interspecies boning.

Once the room emptied, Amen sat and watched Eva breathe, slowly and evenly in her sleep. Furious as he was with her, he hadn’t wanted to do what he'd done. He tried to simply order her to comply with the healer, but she never did as she was told. It was an infuriating and insurmountable flaw. Truly, it was her fault that he’d been forced to use the sleep draught on her. And yet, a strange emotion passed through him, one that took him a moment to identify. Regret. He was unsure how to conquer such a feeling. Everything Amen did was with intention. He knew every move that needed to be made and he made them without hesitation. He didn’t look back. But that was before Eva. Odd how his life felt segmented. Before Evthys. After Evthys. And after Evthys, everything felt… off. Not just because she’d nearly knocked him unconscious with bath implements and had called him names he didn’t think a backwater rogue would use, let alone a werewolf princess, but there was something else. Something about her that made him itch all over. Tightened his skin like a blistering sunburn without oil.  He hated werewolves. He wanted to hate her. And yet. Eva grimaced in her sleep and released a quiet whimper of pain as the poultice drew the poison from her wounds. Agonizing wounds she’d successfully hidden from him for a double fortnight.  Without thought, he leaned forward and brushed the curls off Eva’s face. Stubborn, his dragon said. Beautiful. Strong. Ours. The word was a hiss, sibilant and stretched until it was more like a lick of fire than a sound. Oursssss. He tensed, his body drawing up so tightly his shoulder began to throb. Panic settled into his chest, and he reared away from Eva like she'd been the flame burning him and not the word his dragon had so recklessly spoken. She wasn't theirs. And she never would be.

I know I should have made Eva a witch to make it truer to the source material, but I like writing werewolves, so here we are 😂

“Here is your change, ma’am. One gold piece.” Brona could only vaguely see the hand that held a silvery grey, almost black creature, clutching the gold round object desperately. She bent forward slightly, and the scent of fire and ashes invaded her nostrils. The witch sighed inwardly, then raised a brow. “That’s a dragon. A baby dragon.” She stated stoic. “One gold piece…. and a dragon.” The merchant all but snickered.

- pieces from a book i am writing...

“History is told by the victors,” Brona speaks up, looking at the wounded comrades around her. She knows her shoulder is probably dislocated and her right leg feels warm and sticky. The red colour of her blood paints her leg, her foot, and the earth beneath her. “heroic warriors,” The witch looks at Dvorakian. The boy stands with his back to her, a few steps in front of her. His back is decorated by the same red colour they all have gotten acquainted with too much these last hours. But, his wings stand fierce and proud. She walks towards him, and when she is next to him, she places a hand on his shoulder. Her eyes drift to Talon, who is on his knees in front of her. Everyone knows he is defeated. “and mad Kings.”

- pieces from a book i am writing...

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