The Dragon Born

There weren't always dragons in the valley. Just like the poison that now runs through my veins. As each day goes by I find myself being consumed by evil, it has tainted me from the inside out, every waking moment I feel as though spiders are crawling underneath my skin. It's unbearable, but I manage. Somehow we all manage. After the dragons killed my brother life became dull, they slaughtered him without remorse. He was one of them and they murdered him. You see my brother and I are first born royals with dragon blood, you could imagine my parent's reaction. Ecstatic about twins but when our eyes opened to reveal a black line instead of a circular pupil they were shocked. Well, that's what I was told anyway. The town folk have judged us for our appearance since it was first announced. Slowly they started to realise we were not your average human, we had abilities like no other, senses that created chaos that filled our fickle minds. It was consuming, the power, we lusted for more, if we could light a candle with the wave of our hands, why not a fire?

So we trained. My brother and I spent our waking hours grasping everything there was to know about dragons, we would sneak out in search of their whereabouts and find them so we could learn about ourselves. As nights turned into days and days into weeks we became the most powerful beings there ever could be. At least that's what we thought. My brother changed over time, he became distant from me, and any moment I was near he fled. One night he snuck out without me, I had no clue he strived for more power until I heard. A dragon struck him with their claws. His own kind murdered him. After months of devastation flew by I realised one thing. We were never meant to be born, we are cursed by evil to destroy, so I will do what all evil creatures do. Kill.

Waiting patiently I watch my father and mother whisper to one another, they still have not noticed my presence after I have stood here for what feels like ages. Sighing to myself I shuffle my feet feeling extremely bored.

"Freya? What are you doing here?" My head tilts up staring into his eyes.

"I have come to ask a question" Both my parents stare with their eyes brows furrowed, my mother's face more scrunched than I expected.

"You could have come to me privately. Why do you act as though you're below your station?'' I cross my arms in disbelief, It's not like I did not try.

"You did not accept my request for a private audience"

"Hm, carry on then," He says while waving his hand.

"I would like to visit the town"

"I see why all your requests were ignored, as the answer is still standing strong as no. You do not need to leave the castle you're a princess, your duties lie here learning"

"I already know how to raise a child!" I burst into frustration shaking my hands about almost as if my father was in my grasp.

My mother leans over her throne and touches my father's arm, "perhaps you should talk to our daughter from a fatherly perspective"

"Right.... Daughter, unfortunately, you are to stay in your chambers as all princesses do. You may leave."

"And as your daughter I refuse"

"And as a princess?"

"I politely refuse. I will go to the town, you cannot keep me here as one of your prisoners" I stand my ground against him trying not to be weak and obey. After all, he can't truly keep me locked up here forever.

"Fine....." He pauses holding up his index finger keeping everyone hushed, "..... Lock her in the dungeon"

My eyes beam with anger after hearing those words. "You cannot be serious!"

"Quite serious!" My father yells back trying to make me cower, his hands slam down on the armrests of the throne he jolts up gesturing towards the guards.

I glance to my right and left, guards start coming closer holding their swords steadily. Their steps rattle throughout my ears hearing them become faster, flicking my wrists, fire blazes out my hands quickly and I shine the flames brightly into the guard's faces. Flicking my head to each side they flinch, backing away. Listening to my father's command they suddenly continue, a sword comes swiftly at my chest angling to slice my body in half, I quickly push my right arm forward and latch onto the blade. Slicing through my skin I wince trying not to let go, focusing I send heat throughout the sword up to the handle. The guard yells out in pain dropping the sword onto the concrete creating a ting sound. Without hesitation I spin on my toes and aim my hands at the other guard, releasing a bolt of fire the guard gets shot back. His back smashes against the wall making him groan. I dart my eyes hearing a cough behind me, noticing the long sharp blade pointing straight at my throat I gulp. Slowly moving my eyes away from it I see my father holding the sword with a smirk wiped across his face.

"You lose, daughter" he nods his head moving the sword away from my neck. I sigh heavily ashamed of my lack of knowledge in fighting, if I had known more I could have bested him but instead, I am the child he has always seen me as, weak and pathetic.

Two guards come jogging down the stairs where my parent's thrones are, they must have been hiding in the corners otherwise I would have seen them before. I take a step back trying to think of a way to leave but suddenly I feel a pair of hands latch onto my wrists pulling my arms behind my back. I gasp shocked, "Forgive me daughter, but this is for your own sake" my father whispers.

Feeling my stomach drop I take a deep breath trying to regain myself. I shake my hands trying to get out of the grip but nothing happens. My eyes water, my throat tightens and my heart races as I fall to my knees. So I do the only thing left in me, scream. A burst of energy pulses out of my chest as I scream so loud trying to loosen the grasp my father has me in. Watching the guards around me their hands are covering their ears and I flinch seeing a blue wave hit their bodies causing them to smash against the wall. Noticing my wrists have been released I jolt up seeing my father is on the ground behind me. What have I done? I have never created such a force before. My father grimaces staring at me, I go to speak but the words don't come out leaving me speechless.

Suddenly, my head is struck. Throbbing immensely. My eyes blur as I reach to feel the back of my head. Everything in my vision spins as though I have been spun one too many times. I bend forward as nausea rises in my stomach. Dropping forward my cheek smacks the ground first before my chin sending vibrations everywhere until my sight goes black.

"Learn to listen my dear" A soft voice whispers