"Aba," she mumbles, protesting her worries to her grandsire. "They can't do this!"
She may stand a chance when it comes to combat for her aba Mandel has discreetly spent his free time training and honing her. What fears them is the fact that she can't shift and Alianah is extremely good in aerial fights.
"I've been observing the six princesses and I can say that Princess Alianah possesses wit, agility, and great power among all others. She is the best fit for my prince Hasham.
Amira can't fathom the thought of it, hence she speaks, "My apology for interrupting, but you are all aware that Prince Hasham and I share a special feeling. You can't just decide who is best for whom. We—"
"Princess Amira," Alpha Rowal cuts her words. "You have heard my words well, I guess. We need to breed as many strong dragons as we can to guarantee victory and I meant two powerful dragons from the sovereigns to lead. Are you in any way stronger than princess Alianah, princess Amira?"
The alpha of the red dragons' question echoes in her head. She can't help but observe that everyone's eyes are at her, waiting for her to respond. She glares at her sisters who are throwing back smirks. All the words they have thrown to her suddenly circle in her head.
Laughing, "Is that all you can do?"
"You just turned 18, why can't you shift? You're a big disgrace to the royal gold dragons!"
"Or maybe...she doesn't have royal blood in the first place," mocks the laughing voice.
"You can't be at far with me, Amira! Stop with your stupid ambition!"
"You're weak!"
"You're a trash!"
"You're a disgrace!"
"Loser!!"
"Princess Amira!" her father snaps causing her senses to come back.
"Let me repeat myself, are you in any way stronger than princess Alianah?" Alpha Rowal asks once again.
Hasham can't help but grit his teeth in anger. They have long been asking the alphas for approval, but they can't just give it. And now they are deciding without even discussing it with the two of them. Unable to hold his temper, he closes his fists and stands, "I won't accept any other draconian lady in my life. Amira is the only one I want to be tied with, no one else!"
"We're not asking your opinion." Rowal grumbles, his aura sends an intimidating force among all other dragons, then he speaks to his son through the mind link. "You do not dare go against me. You know very well what I am capable of doing." His father's threat sends chills to his body. He knows him as a heartless dragon who doesn't mind taking the life out of anyone who disobeys him. His mother has always been the victim of his atrocity.
Seeing the fear in his son's eyes, he shifts his gaze at Amira. His tone changes from hard to delicate. "Now princess Amira, do you have what it takes to defeat princess Alianah in a battle?"
She clenches her fists at the question of King Rowal. Before answering, she glances at her beloved Hasham who's hiding his face on his chest. He cannot fathom the idea of giving her up, but he's not the one to mess with his father.
Amira then glares back at her siblings who are throwing mocking stares at her, except for the second youngest princess, princess Vanessa who cheers her up.
Her aba Mandel speaks from behind, "You're not ready yet for a fight. We'll find another way, okay?"
"There's no other way, aba!" she answers. Adamant, she proceeds to the center and vigorously declares, "I, princess Amira, the youngest of the royal draconian, challenge princess Alianah for a fight to determine the strongest fit for prince Hasham's heart."
Princess Alianah, a tall, fine and exquisite draconian of minimal golden scales, stands from her seat and declares with so much pride, "I, princess Alianah the third born of the royal draconian, accept the challenge of princess Amira for a duel to determine the strongest and most deserving for prince Hasham." She doesn't keep her mocking glares to her sibling as she speaks.
"Well then, with your alpha's approval, I want to arrange the fight as soon as possible." Pleased, Rowal glares at alpha and compels him to make a decision.
Douman, the sovereign amongst them, firmly clasp his sceptre and stands to give his words. "The princesses have been trained enough, it's about time that we test and see how strong they have become. We shall witness their fight tomorrow after the sun shines in the east."
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The wind blows heavily causing the hem of Amira's loose blue pants to dance around her legs. The huge and healthy trees surrounding the draconian, shower them with leaves as they anticipate the start of the fight.
"We have gathered here today to test the skills and strength of princess Amira and princess Alianah which they have honed and acquired in their years of training and discipline under the guidance of the strongest draconian mentors. The princess who will show exceptional strength and can knock down the other will win prince Hasham."
"Why do I have to fight when in the first place, I am yours and you are mine?" Amira questions.
"You don't have to do this, my precious. We'll find a different way, end it while you still can," Hasham answers through the mind link.
"It's too late, Hasham. But I'll do everything I can to win this challenge. I'll do everything to win you no matter what."
"Amira...I can't lose you."
"So am I, Hasham. I love you and I'll have no regrets doing everything I can to win you, even if it takes the life I have."
"Don't say that, Amira. We'll never lose each other. Promise me."
Their mind talks are cut when the head of class A draconian soldier speaks, his biceps are bursting from his stripped white-gold, soldier attire.
"The capacity of dragons to knock down their enemy is not only measured through aerial wins. One must be able to fight on land to make sure that every living foe is eliminated. There are hidden gears in different sides of the wilderness, fight a class B draconian guarding the gear to claim one. Collect as many as you can before heading to the battleground so you have something to utilize on the actual fight. You have ten minutes to venture into the wilderness and locate the battle area. On my mark, 3..."
Amira's heart starts to pump faster and louder as she hears the start of the countdown while princess Alianah smirks and prepares herself for a run. She knows she is of big advantage and her sister won't stand a chance, but then Amira is determined to empress every draconian watching.
"2,"
"I will win you, Hasham. I promise," she swears.
"1...Ire!"
The battle for love is set, blood ties are of no value when it comes to this. The weak has no place in their realm. The deal is to either win or to die.
The princesses quickly head to the wilderness to collect the gears visible to their eyes. Alianah advances with one sword and headgear while Amira has only a shield on her hand.Upon spotting a sword, Amira quickly jumps up the tree to get it, but her thigh is hit by a male draconian's foot, causing her to fall harshly on the ground."Is that all you can do?" the class B draconian mocks as he stands by the twig of the tree."Of course not," she responds and shakes the robust tree with her strong thrust, causing the threat to lose his balance and fall on the ground. But he's quick to prepare for a falling position, hence it doesn't twitch him that much.Regardless, Amira takes advantage of her frail atta
"Amira, knock her! Now!" Hearing Hasham's word in her head, she quickly eyes her father who is swaying the flag in the air. Her chance is over, Alianah can now transform to her dragon form. She panics as she diverts her gaze back to her sister, she has already begun transforming into the dragon she is. With so much energy and friction, Amira fails to attack any longer. Everyone gawks at the huge gold dragon in front of them. She's by far one of the fascinating female dragons they have ever seen. Her scales are illuminated by the sun's rays and her roar causes everyone to hold tightly in their seats. Her pointed spikes, huge body, and long tail are but a threat to the vulnerable and unable to shift princess. Amira pulls back, knowing that she can't defeat a dragon as huge as her sister. Someone from the crowd growls and demands, "What are you waiting for, princess Amira? Show us your dragon form!" She just stands there, stiff and still. She does everything she can to unleash the dr
"Forgive me for disturbing your rest, princess Amira, your father has called you for dinner!" A lady of fine-tuning, wearing a nature cotton clothe that stretches to her ankle, appears from Amira’s door. She lifts her upper body and the attendant dashes to assist her. "Thank you, Diana," Amira utters. Diana curls her fist and places it on her chest lowering her head in acquiescence. "Is everyone already in the hall?" she asks. "Everyone is, princess, except you and princess Alianah." "She's not awake yet, is she?" "Not yet, princess." She releases a deep sigh and ponders on what she has done to her sister. Guilt is squeezing her heart yet the damage has already been done and she can only wish for her sister to get better soon. Sigh. She trots to the wardrobe to check for a dress. She changes into her blue Celtic gown with broad bordure and long chiffon sleeves. Diana ironed the back of her dress a
Chaos. Destruction. Havoc. The smells and sight are evident as people scream and cry their fears. The houses are burning and spreading faster. The shadows of the dark, monstrous flying beasts burning the humans alive and the scared faces of children running for their lives huddles the woman's sight. She's just standing there, shaking and trembling.A guy snatches her hand and drags her away. He is tall with a symmetrical body, but his figure is obscured by the darkness of the night. She can't recognize him yet she let him pull her into running, until a huge, dark, monstrous dragon lands in front of them. He hides her behind him but he is easily wiped out by the long, reptilian tail of the frightening dragon."Give me the heart of magic," it orders. Its voice is rough, deep, and dominating. "Give me!"Amira catches her breath as she wakes from her bad dream. She is panting and trembling with every flash of the monster she saw in her dream.She manages to pull herself up and figures that
The heat is infiltrating the skin of the woman lying unconscious by the shore. The rays of the morning sun are causing the few scales on her exposed lower arm to glitter. Birds continue to chirp and disturb the sleepy state of the lady, whereas the sea behaves calmly. A group of curious kids spots her from a distance and scampers to check if she's still alive. They exhange words of supposition and hunts over the matter until their chatter causes to awaken Amira.With a heavy head, she sits on her butt and brushes the traces of sleepiness away. As she opens her eyes, she is shocked to wake at a completely new world. The mountains high and low she used to adore in every rim of their realm are gone, at least from the point where she is at. The smell, the atmosphere, and the vibe, all are distinct from what she has used to. Structures line up a distance from the grand oceanfrontShe stands on her feet and examines the place foreign to her sight. "So, this is the mortal world," she mumbles
She stands stiff as the stranger approaches closer and hands her the hair clasp. His saucy smell taunts her nostrils. She can't help but notice his pointed nose that perfectly complements his thin, reddish lips. "I believe this is yours," attests the stranger. His sterling grey eyes meet her pure hazel eyes. He too stops to adore the lovely face of the lady in front of him. "Ahm, y-yes!" Amira says and reaches for her belonging, but the guy hides them behind his back. "Aisst. May I know your name first, miss beautiful?" With hopeful eyes, he flashes a long smile. "Amira, I am Amira." She gently lowers her head and touches her chest as she introduces herself. "Amira. Hmm, it suits a princess-like lady like you. I am Kian by the way. He grabs her hand for a kiss but she quickly stifles her hand making him conclude she isn't com
The cold brush of the wind welcomes them as they reach the mountainous area of the city of Lavandel. Amira watches the kids as they cup some water from the stream before slaughtering on the grassy ground. The feels of the mountains bring her back to her home in Hauraya. She closes her eyes to feel the movement of the trees and the soft touches of the wind on her face. Kian can't help but steal glances at her. "What are the royal guards doing in the city? Are they with a member of the royal family?" Miguel's question brings Amira and Kian's attention to him. The mere mention of 'royal' piques Amira's interest. To her mind, 'so there's also royalty in this realm.' She knows a little about humans, but unlike what she's seeing from them, she hears differently from her father. Her known father, Douman, used to tell her that humans are useless being and they are created to serve and make dragons more powerful. Her aba Mandel says the oppos
While the kids are trying to lighten the mood, heavy thuds muffle in Amira's ear. She shifts in all directions to track the source. From the hasty movements of feet, she estimates they are being surrounded. She can't recognize if the group are threats for, judging by the aura, they aren't draconian. "There's a bunch of strangers coming our way," she announces. "Ha?" whimpers the kids. Amira looks at Kian who becomes alarmed all of a sudden. He gawks from a distance and spots a group of armed men swiftly maneuvering in their direction. "We need to get away here," he says. But before they can go any farther they've been stopped by a gang of men and women in black suits. "Oh, men! What have we done?" Miguel cries. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen. We believe that's a path you're blocking! Let us get away first before you rumble." Br