The FrostWing Chronicles

Chapter 2- Road to Glory

Eyrokar returned to the keep; Leoira was talking to a Draconian in beautiful white robes. “... I’m sure Eyrokar would love to help you, Queen Tyrara. Here he is now,” Leoira said as Eyrokar walked up to her throne. “Eyrokar… How have you been? I haven’t heard a thing from You or Kayla for quite some time. Is everything okay?” asked a Draconian, her bright white scales glistening like fresh snow, and her ice blue, glowing eyes soothed Eyrokar’s pain. “Mother… Kayla… Kayla, Isarnia, Drakon… their all… Dead. Farison killed Kayla and Isarnia right before my eyes… there was nothing I could do. I’m not sure about Drakon; the poor child is more than likely dead. I left Sigrune in Howlsdall. I couldn’t let her see her father so broken. Hard to believe it’s been over twenty-five years. I thought I told you.” Eyrokar sighed, clenching his fist.

Tyrara’s eyes darted to the floor in disbelief. “Eyrokar… I’m sorry. I knew you were close to her. She was all I had left to be in contact with Pyrexia. I can tell you are still in pain.” Tyrara sighed. “She was the only reason I lived! My family was the only thing that kept me sane! You and Eyra live carefree in Northwind while I am out here, losing everything I LOVE! I Love you too, and Eyra. But the bond I had with Kayla can never be replaced. I want to end the war, and I know I can… But, if I do, I lose what little purpose I have. You made me rely upon love to feel anything other than endless pain! Even after my death, my pain was as painful as it was. I can’t remain angered at you… I love you. I have ranted on long enough. What do you need, Tyrara?” Eyrokar sighed. “I came here to discuss the recent changes in Dragunity Movement. I was going to visit you in Howlsdall, but I had to relay some information to Leoira.” Tyrara sighed.

“It’s too dangerous for you to be out and about with protection! I can’t be everywhere at once! Aghh… What do you need?” Eyrokar asked again. “There have been revolts within the Dragunity Imperial Ranks; with enough show of force, we can have Frostheim in one month,” Tyrara said. “We have spies and information across the Karsara lands. Surely you did not have to come here yourself to relay such information I could receive from anyone within my Spy network.” Eyrokar scoffed. “I wanted to see you… Loriana has been training Sigrune in Twisting. Sigrune told her that you were here. I had no idea so much had happened over the time we were apart. How happy you were… Seeing you like this pains me. Is there anything I can do to help soothe your pain? As your Mother?”Tyrara asked. “Return to Northwind, stay out of harm’s way… I doubt I can handle any more loss. Kayla would want me to end this war. Here at its stalemate, both sides are weakened. The Dragunity Empire has the Thawsor to back them up. I can’t keep loathing over her death. At least I know she is at peace.” Eyrokar sighed as he glared out the stained glass windows of the keep.

“For twenty-five years, you have willowed away here. The FrostWing Empire needs you, their king, to lead them to the final victory. Sharmsorn stands with you.” Leoira said proudly as she approached the battered Draconian. “Neelam has also informed me that you did well in recruiting the Felinor to stand with you and the Wolvar,” Tyrara said happily. “The Wolvar… Our greatest allies turned against me. Exiled me, blamed me for the Thawsorian attack the night Kayla was killed! Their prince, Fenrir… He betrayed us… turned the Wolvar people against us. Killing him will be a great weight lifted from my shoulders.” Eyrokar growled. “Sigrune, you sent her back to that traitor’s grasp? Imagined what he could have done to her!” Tyrara growled.

“Sigrune is not much of a fighter, but she knows how to defend herself. Besides, Fenrir is attracted to Demonic women. But had he laid a finger upon her! If one fur is out of place on her, I will make his death a long and painful one. I will storm that city and bring my little girl home!” He growled as he started to walk towards the door. He turned back, “My mother, My Tyrara… please get yourself to the safety of Northwind. I do not want to worry about you while I am preoccupied.” Eyrokar sighed.

“My Dear Short son, I protected myself for years before you hatched, and during that time, you were busy impregnating a few Wolvar sisters.” Tyrara scoffed. “They helped me feel alive, with you making me Dark Fallen. It has been difficult to feel anything but pain,” Eyrokar growled. “Geriothar killed you. You were nothing more than a pile of meat, bone splinters, and a few destroyed organs! I brought you back to life because I needed you!” Tyrara growled. “You brought me back because I was the only male who ever treated you right. But With Kayla, her body heat was hot enough almost to let my heartbeat. She was a good friend… an even better lover. But, bah, all this talking is wasting time!” Eyrokar growled as he turned to the exit. “You will do your Empire well, my king,” Tyrara said happily as she teleported away. Baros walked up to Eyrokar, “My Lord, a Wolvar noble has come all this way to speak with you. Shall I allow her?” He asked the exhausted Wolvar/Draconian.

“Her? Sigrune?” Eyrokar asked. “I am not sure who she is, she will not identify herself until she speaks with you, but she does hold the FrostWing Crest,” Baros said quickly. “Don’t keep her. Send her to my study,” Eyrokar said, hoping the mysterious female Wolvar was his Daughter. He made his way to his study atop the tallest tower of Sharmsorn’s keep, and there he paced impatiently. The door opened, and he quickly turned to see who it was, “Sigrune? Y… You’re not Sigrune… What is that you want?” Eyrokar’s voice shifted from hope to annoyance. “Thank the Council I found you! Sigrune sent me; she is currently under heavy watch, so she sent me in her place. I… Whoa, you are much sexier than I was expecting… Ahem. I am Princess Sif, Fenrir’s Daughter. I hate my parents for what they did to you.” said the wolvar, her brown fur caught Eyrokar’s attention as it closely resembled Isarnia’s. “Again, what do you want?” Eyrokar asked, starting to lose his care for the conversation. “Sigrune asked me to give this to you,” Sif said, holding out a letter. “A princess doing a Courier’s job? Are you expecting more from this, or has Sigrune wrapped her claws around your neck? You shouldn’t hate your parents for their misdeeds.” Eyrokar said as he took the letter. He opened it and immediately recognized Sigrune’s handwriting. As he read the letter, his eyes widened. “...So, this Overseer Lord I have heard so much about is not only Second in command of the Thawsor regime but a seasoned Dragon killer. Sending threats like that to my little girl!?! Tell me, Sif… I’m sure Howlsdall has lost much since before your birth. How old are you?” Eyrokar asked. “I’m eighteen. Why?” Sif asked, concerned. “So you were born shortly after Sigrune arrived… she’s not your mother is she?” Eyrokar kept his gaze out the window, concerned. “What? No! My Father hates her; he mainly keeps her as a trophy. She has been secretly training me in the magical arts when Lady Loriana is there secretly teaching her. No, my father never touched her… well, he brands and tortures her, but nothing else.” Sif said. Her eyes shrunk as she saw Eyrokar clench his fist. “So I have felt pain from someone I love…” Eyrokar growled. Sif gulped as she did not want Eyrokar to lash out in anger at her. Eyrokar looked over at the young adult Wolvar and noticed she was trembling. “I am not going to harm you, I promise. I just do not like hearing my daughter is being tormented like that… and I left her behind. You possibly could not have come here only to deliver this letter. Why else are you here?” Eyrokar asked. “I want to remove my parents from rule over Howlsdall. They are dividing the Wolvar People! Please help; I do not want my kind to battle one another. We are already so few from the Dragon War!” Sif cried. “I do not want any more lives to be lost because I failed at my task… but this new enemy, this Overseer Lord. What do you know about him?” Eyrokar asked. “The Overseer Lord hasn’t appeared at Howlsdall yet, just sent a few threatening letters to my Father. I don’t think he knows Lady Sigrune is at Howlsdall.” Sif said, thinking of the outcome. She then held out the letter from Sigrune to Eyrokar. He took the letter and broke the blue wax seal to read it. “Dear Father, I hope this letter makes it to you, and Sif remains unscathed. She is a FrostWing sympathizer and took this role upon herself in hopes to spark your heroism once more. The Dragunity Empire has been targeting Wolvar merchant ships to the outer continents. One ship, in particular, called the FrostPaw, was on her way to Howlsdall to deliver more Draconian assets in our battle against Verix and Devarius. This Overseer Lord attacked the ship. The FrostPaw never made it, and we deemed it sunk. On less important matters, but knowing you as I do, this matters most; I have been living here in the past twenty years, and I remain loyal to you and our cause. King Fenrir has tried to break me, torture me, and treat me like a slave. I have taken it upon myself to teach Sif the ways of twisting, just as Queen Tyrara has shown me with Loriana. She is a capable young woman. With all this aside, The Wolvar people are coming ever closer to civil war, those who stand with the Frost Name and those who condemn it. I hope you are still alive, I feel that you are, but you are slowly withering away. You need that spark of life you have gotten from my Mothers. Please set me free, and guide the Wolvar people down the path you set in motion years ago. We need that beacon of light in these trying times of Darkness. I know you are still highly capable of ending the war, and I will do everything in my powers and body to help you on that path, just as Mom has. Please come to me, please help us, help your Empire, my king. The overseer lord doesn’t know who I am yet, but I’m sure they will use me to get to you once he finds out. I love you, Father, More than I dare say in a mere letter. Love Your Daughter, Sigrune Shadow Frost.” Eyrokar read in his mind. He dropped his arm and glared out the window. “This Overseer Lord… I fear he may be one of the greatest threats we face. More than Verix… If he can kill an entire Draconian vessel and return with little to no damage, he has the fighting capability of a Draconian himself….” Eyrokar sighed as he glanced at Sif and noticed she was tired.

“Get some rest. You can use my chambers. I never… used them myself.” Eyrokar sighed as he placed the letter upon a desk and walked towards the door. “Can… Do you mind staying here with me? I’m nervous about being left alone, and I trust you.” Sif said quickly. Eyrokar stopped and turned to young Wolvar. He looked at his claws, “I don’t see why not. But we are not doing anything if that was what’s on your mind.” Eyrokar sighed. “I can tell you are tired too; why don’t you sleep?” Sif asked. “I can’t sleep unless I am with someone I love… the pain of all living things torments my Soul, driving me crazy at times, especially when I try to rest or relax. So I remain awake and busy to avoid going insane.” Eyrokar growled. Sif knew he was going mad just by remaining awake for so long, so she abruptly kissed him on his cheek.

“Can you act as you love me to get some rest?” Sif asked, hoping she could trigger his lust in the process. “You are terrible at listening. My Loyalty and love are reserved for Kayla, Isarnia, Winter, and Aris only! But knowing how Kayla is, she would want me to have some type of rest. She would move to want me to move on… No. That is something I will never do. But, nothing wrong with sleeping beside a friend. So, I will leave for a few minutes, allowing you to change into something comfortable… You don’t have any clothing. I will have Lady Erona bring you something. Also, don’t kiss me again.” Eyrokar growled.

At the southernmost parts of the Karsara Lands, Frost Princess Sigrune stood in the keep speaking to Fenrir. She was wearing a gilded white Robe with blue, glowing runes on the sleeves and down the left side of the robe. She was a pretty light grey-furred wolf with bright white hair and dimly glowing blue eyes. She had Dark grey wings covered in white feathers. And A Long Draconic tail instead of a fluffy one. She was half Wolvar, Half Draconian. From the bottom of her robes, she also had Draconic legs covered in scales. Besides these particular features, she mainly seemed like a typical female Wolvar. She stood at the foot of the Throne before Fenrir. “You best give me a decent answer, half breed. Where is my Daughter?” Asked Fenrir, who was more of a Demon than a Wolvar. “As if you truly care about her. You only want her around to solidify your claims over Howlsdall. Your Father was a proud FrostWing Imperial, and you have thrown it all away because of a false promise of power.” Sigrune growled. “You speak of my work to end this war as if I doomed your kind and brought forth a series of events that will ensure the destruction of countless worlds.” Fenrir scoffed. “You have; I am just as much Wolvar as I am Draconian. My parent’s marriage solidified the Wolvar and Draconian people as part of the FrostWing Empire. You serve Verix, and Devarius. They will see that all who once stood for the FrostWing Empire are removed permanently. Over a whimsy jealousy pact? You will see to it that all are doomed!'' Sigrune growled. “Silence, slave! I keep you alive to coax your Father. His abandonment of you was his faith fading. You stand before the son of a god! I am not Habron’s offspring; I am the son of Loki!” Fenrir growled. “So your taking of the throne was merely ordered from Devarius? Are you a Demon? You have made the wolvar people suffer long enough. I will see to it that you are removed… Traitor.” Sigrune growled as she turned away. Fenrir cast a fireball at her, and Sigrune caught the fireball in her hands and absorbed it. “The Power at my disposal is sufficient enough to destroy the entire world ten times over! You are making an ill omen by making me an enemy.” Sigrune growled. “Is that so, Half breed? You waltz around my Kingdom, MY KEEP as if you have any power over me!” Fenrir growled. “I do… In both magical and political. You only hold your place as you are the pet of the Overseer Lord!” Sigrune growled.

Fenrir looked down, “How do you know of him?” He asked. “I have my ways of peering into the minds of the weak. You are as such. You who doesn’t understand your place among my Father’s empire.” Sigrune growled. “You’re a fool even to think Eyrokar is still alive. I’m sure my Lord has silenced him by now. Odd, Normally my Daughter comes to defend you… Where is she?” Fenrir asked as he looked around the room. He then looked at Sigrune, “You are turning her against me… I should have known. Your sisterly presence to her, you mind-controlled her to seek out your father, didn’t you?” Fenrir asked. “I did as I saw fit, but it had nothing to do with mind control. She left on her own accord. I’m amazed you didn’t know of her whereabouts. She has chosen the right path.” Sigrune growled. “Then you will die just like your slut mothers!” Fenrir growled as he pointed at sigrune with a gesture. Four guards moved towards her and stopped. They looked up towards Fenrir sitting upon the throne. “My King… Lady Sigrune is a Princess of the FrostWing Empire and an honored Hero. I will not harm her.” Said one guard. “Same here… Her father saved my life when I was a child during that night. I will not bring harm to her either.” Said another guard. All four guards laid down their arms and turned towards Fenrir. “Bah! It’s treason, then! That Draconian is a monster, and you dare follow him!?!” Fenrir growled. “I will not stand idle while you take more away from him,” Sigrune growled. “What are you babbling about, Half-Breed?” Fenrir asked. “You informed the Thawsor when to attack that night; because of you, Both of My Mothers died that night! I love my Brother! We know all about your betrayal that day, and I never forgot nor forgave!” Sigrune growled. “You told the demons to attack during the shift change? My Parents died that night!” Growled a Guard. “Fine… I did inform the Demons when to attack, and I even forged false Shift change letters to grant them the opening they required. What are you going to kill me in the same city that shunned your Monster Father? You may have allies within these walls, but I have allies in high places. I am all that stands between the Wolvar and annihilation. You kill me. One will only take my place.” Fenrir growled. “Guards… return to your posts. This is not over, Fenrir… I will Avenge my Mothers and all those who fell that Dark night.” Sigrune growled as she turned and left the keep. Fenrir began to write on paper, and a Small Succubus walked out of fire behind his throne. “Take this to the Overseer Lord, Inform him. The Wolvar may be planning a revolt. Also… send more of your counterparts. I need stress relief.” Fenrir growled as he handed the letter to the attractive Succubus. She bowed, and created a portal of fire, and teleported away.

In Frostheim, Verix sat still in the presence of the Overseer Lord. “Over three hundred thousand troops at your disposal, yet none of them have discovered the location of Frost?” The Overseer Lord asked angrily. “He is a master at stealth and remains hidden when he doesn’t want to be noticed. I fought alongside him in the arena days. He saved my tail from many Death Scales warriors. Father believed the best way to bring strong warrior sons was to throw them into the heat of battle. So he made sure to have Eyrokar, and I fought together. I was always so scared of him. He had no fear, no perpetuation of pain, no want to live. He protected me in each fight. Our Father would punish him for allowing the weak me to live… I was seen as a disgrace, an ailment of my Draconic blood. I was no weapon like the Frost Draconian. I am not a blood-thirsty monster!” Verix growled. “How does this lesson of history and your inability to be a normal Dragon affect your forces’ uselessness?” The overseer Lord boomed.

“I am in charge, Not you, not Devarius! If you think you can find Frost, then go right ahead!” Verix growled. “Don’t raise your voice to me, Lizard. Killing you would be no challenge. Devarius has plans for you, and I am not allowed to kill you myself. Pray to whatever gods your kind has for keeping my hands from your scaly neck. If you want something done, do it yourself.” The Overseer Lord growled as he took the letter from the petite Succubus and stormed out of the keep. “I hope Eyrokar kills you,” Verix growled.