Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 93

“Everything, all of it so you don’t make aunty lora swing from the roof, I like Dakari but not even he can stop mummy from crying, but you can, so please don’t make mummy cry” She says her little hand reaching toward my face. She places her hand on my cheek, I place mine over hers. The room disappearing disintegrating around me and changing.

“First you must see how it started” I hear her whimsical voice echo around me as the room shifted and I was in a house I had never seen before, it was dark as I walked through it, stopping when I walk past a mirror and I realise, I am not me but my father as he moves through a hallway, a brown door appearing as he looks over his shoulder and I recognise the man instantly as my father’s best friend Alfred, he died in the war.

They stop before cracking the door open wider and peering into the room. A man and woman were sleeping in a bed together. My father walks around one side of the bed they were in before reaching down and lighting the candle illuminating the room. I notice my father’s friend on the other side next to the woman. Alfred grabs the woman by her hair waking her up, she screams clutching at his hands, and I realise the woman it Maira the Queen Zena.

My father then says something to her that I can’t hear, and I watch as Alfred pulls her from the bed crying and screaming and I notice the bump, her tiny little baby bump before Alfred plunges his knife into her stomach and twisting. Watching this through my fathers eyes sickened me, the man she lay with screaming and fighting against my father, but it was no use. Maira was injured, and he was a normal Fae, no fight for a dragon as my father ran the blade across his throat in front of her and killing him.

Maira was on the ground, I couldn’t hear what she was saying but the look of pure rage on her face before she laughs, the room being plunged into darkness as the candles go out. My father turns them on, and she is gone.

The vision crumbles, disintegrating before morphing into a new one. This time I recognised the room I was in. It was in our kingdom my parents were sleeping when they were awoken by something, I didn’t understand until I saw the tendrils of darkness, black fog floating across the floor before Maira appears in the room, she was carrying a blade in her hands. My mother jumps from bed frightened while Maira stands at the end of the bed, she twirls the blade between her fingers saying something to my mother who then looks toward my father in disgust before breaking down.

My father jumping to his feet, then freezes a pained looked on his face. Maira pointing at him and my mother screaming as she curses him, before turning the blade on herself. My father tries to stop her grabbing the blade, he nearly succeeds before she throws herself on the blade in his hands killing herself as it pierces her chest, she kisses him, sealing the curse as black tendrils moves across his skin, she chuckles letting his face go, blood pouring out her mouth as she grabs him ripping him forward pulling the blade deeper into her chest, my father letting the handle of the blade go and she drops on the ground dead at his feet.

The room fizzles and crumbles the pictures moving rapidly as time slips by to the moment, I kill Blaire. My anger becoming too much as I kill her and Matitus and Dragus trying to stop me. Then it fasts forward again but like the first time it wasn’t my memory I was seeing. Instead, it was Elora’s.

I watch the little girl I know is her, holding her grandmothers hand as they run through the sewers, hiding from something, the picture skipping through her memories quickly. I watch how she grew up, digging through garbage for food, running and hiding from the horrors of her life. Watch as she watches kids play outside while she cares for her sick grandma, her selling her possessions to make ends meet. I watch every struggle she ever faced, her life of never-ending torment. It skips again to her grandma cutting her throat, while she clutches her neck trying to stem the bleeding before looking over her shoulder at something and running, leaving her behind.

The vision blurring past then stopping and I hear Claire’s voice echo around me as the frame freezes.

“Of everything that haunts her, plagues her mind, this is what haunts her most”

The vision plays and it was the night I met her, the fearful look in her eyes as I stalked her, inflicting pain before begging me to kill her. Then it was every moment I had ever hurt, there were good memories of us but mostly every time she had hope I tainted it, ruined it. Each time losing her more and more until the day in the cave. I watch my father protect her, protect my child before asking her to kill him, I watch as tears slip down her face as she kills him, feel it in every cell in my body that she never wanted to kill him, that she did it to save everyone and save me from myself. She didn’t think I would be able to do it. Then I watch as I once again hurt her, no destroyed her using the only thing she had left, our child.

“Now you will see what your hatred will do, what loving you takes from her” I hear Claire’s voices ring out around me and I feel myself gasp in the real world.

The vision moves, we are in our room and I had just delivered our son, I am holding our son when she holds her arms out saying something that angers me. The vision had no sound, so I didn’t understand what she said but it angered me, I watch her hands turn purple before walking over to her. My hand connecting with her face, my son screaming in my arms yet why weren’t our mates with us, why weren’t they here I couldn’t understand. I say something to her, and she tries to get up her eyes blazing as she tries to take my son from me, I become enraged and shove her, her head smacking the corner of the bed frame, her blood running down and coating the floor and I simply walk out leaving her there by herself.

The picture changes again to Matitus and Dragus walking in and finding her hanging above the dining room table, them cutting her down and screaming out for me as they try to revive her, try to bring her back when Abbie walks into the room. She screams crying hysterically as she tries to heal her, tries to heal Elora before the floor turns red underneath Abbie, her pants staining red.

The picture flashes skipping forward to a funeral, I see Elora in her coffin. A smaller coffin beside her that Abbie kneels next to sobbing, clutching onto the small pink box, Dakari trying to sooth her. Two lives gone, yet where was I?

I get my answer when I see myself sitting alone on my thrown Dragus and Matitus walking out of the room with my son clutched in their arms turning their back on me as they leave.