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Author:
Tyrsis Escalvone
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Date Posted: 05/24/05 8:35:07am Tue
In reply to:
Emperor
's message, "The Council of the Dragon" on 05/24/05 7:20:32am Tue
"The snake that attacks Lord Damuthca," She gestured at the red that seemed to entangle itself about him, flickering and waving like a flame around his form, "had been attacking me. A plot set by this man having set things in motion so that I would move before either of the children with me, Princess Emillia and Cyrus Damongrave, could do so. Lord Damuthca, in exchange for my life, made a deal with this man, calling on an old debt, in order to save me from a death pre-ordained by him originally."
Soft golden eyes once more met hardened steal. She had her own resolve now, and it was gentle.
"Queen Zenra was also taken in this plot, held captive against her will. I do not know where she is now, only that she was crying in a dark place with a great dragon's skull." Her eyes never moved. "Yes, Lord Damuthca gave him the blade, but not under correct circumstances. The decision was not made without force. He played off of Damuthca's feelings to force him to surrender the blade in exchange for my life. Rights to the Dragon are thereby disapointed."
Her breath came calmly, thousands of Forgotten gathered at one side or another standing just outside of the temple. It felt as though war were a breath away, but his resolve was something she doubted. She had seen those prismatic wings shudder as he walked away to leave Damuthca to die. Soft eyes watched, her heart there only for Damuthca and plain for everyone to see. She loved him, admitting it openly before the council. They could judge that as they would, but the man before her did not deserve Escalvone.
You may hurt them, but I will stand in your way.
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