Chapter Seventeen – A dead squirrel. Scott looked around the hole for the last time before concluding that it was dead. A shiver ran down his spine but he tightened his fists and walked away. Some animals came to him but he just moved like he didn’t know what happened. A small bird perched on his hair, trying to call his attention, but he brushed it away. They’d be all the curious on what killed the squirrel. It was a normal thing to die in the forest but not in this case. Whatever killed the squirrel was surely not a normal animal. The squirrel was old and weakly and such animals are usually left to die before eaten. It was among the Alpha’s law of the jungle. So whoever did that was an intruder. And could possibly not be an animal as there isn’t even footsteps or carcasses left. Scott looked behind him carefully to be sure he wasn’t being followed before going into the hidden cave. The last thing he wanted was anyone finding his last hide out especially now he had
Chapter Eighteen – Her size“None of your business. And you better not have killed the squirrel!” Margaret yelled at Han. He retreated back behind Lydia and Evelyn surprised, slapped Margaret on her shoulders. “What’s with you? Yelling at your brother cos of your silly crush on a wolf man. Why, is it his red hair? Or good looks? Han didn’t kill anything. We brought him from the temple ourselves” Evelyn pointed at Margaret who was looking down at her hands. “Yeah. If any of us had killed any squirrel, it would be you” Lydia added, making both Evelyn and Margaret face her. “Of course, you might have stepped on it with your 90kg size without knowing” Lydia added, rolling her eyes. Margaret eyes twitched, “Are we back on you mocking my size?” she roared. Han came in front of Lydia but she pushed him back. “Truth be said, you need to work on your size. Especially now we are in a forest so you won’t kill lesser animals with that size” Lydia snapped back. “Lydia, can you stop…
Chapter Nineteen – Dwarfs.Margaret didn’t feel the pressure much but Scott and the wolf seemed like they were in pain. “Wolves have better hearing this could be worse for him” She quickly calculated. His ears began bleeding, confirming her calculations. She dragged him up and placed him over her shoulder. The little wolf folded himself around Scott’s legs and together they all dragged themselves to the cavern. “Those dwarfs! Why didn’t I think of this?” Scott moaned. Dwarfs? Margaret nearly dropped him on hearing such. Dwarfs were around the forest? Then she and her sisters had to run away. Those were one species in the world that they couldn’t handle. The rowdy disastrous nature of dwarfs beat reasonable solutions. “We are almost there” Margaret assured Scott as he was losing strength. She punched the button on the rock and it sped open. She sped inside and it shut. Due to the strong rocks and walls, the sound of the cymbal wasn’t heard as loud as before. Scott ran to
Chapter Twenty – Dwarfs in the forest.(At the Cavern) Scott tried his best to explain the threat of the dwarfs but Lydia, for some reasons wasn’t listening. She only spoke of ‘fleeing’. “Lydia, for the one hundredth time, we can’t leave the animals and flee. Scott is responsible for them. And if the dwarfs come to the village?” Margaret countered for the hundredth time. Evelyn whispered to Scott to hold them or they’d have a repeat fight. Han chuckled to that but Scott wasn’t finding anything funny. “Lydia, please, let me put it this way. The dwarfs are after me, I have something they need. They’d come after me wherever I go” he exhaled Her face scrunched, “So, it shouldn’t concern us” she was calmer. “We are his Lunas, we are in this together” Margaret snapped. Evelyn gave her a face but didn’t revolt. Scott looked embarrassed by her remark. He placed his head down and shook his head “What is Luna again?” Han asked, the second time. They all fell silent. “Well, if
Chapter Twenty-One – The Plan. Lydia attempted to touch the wolf for the fourth time but it wriggled out of her hold. “It doesn’t like you” Margaret spelt out. Han chuckled but straightened out when Lydia frowned at him. She just wanted to be a bit friendly to it. Since she has to live, for who knows how long, she might as well familiarize with her ‘husband’s' pets. Scott came back with some fruits in his bag so she stood up to help him get the bag down. “No longer mad at me?” he asked as they brought down the bag. She scrunched her face. She couldn’t even remember being mad at him. “If you meant my decision on my sisters and I staying away from the dwarfs, then yea. I still uphold that. Dwarfs are dangerous” she said, with a filtered British accent. Scott smiled, “Well, too bad. He’d be visiting tomorrow”, Lydia flung her head at him. “With his ‘Dragon Queen' of the Dark Dynasty”. The last part was loud enough for the other siblings to hear. “Dark Dynasty?
Chapter Twenty-Two – Sneak attack.The forest was just as he had seen it last. Cold, empty, and oddly coordinated. Cold Prince turned to his sister, who had stubbornly persisted on following him. She swung her blonde hair left and right with her blue eyes watching her surrounding. “You should have stayed back. You need rest from that attack” he sighed dragging his eyes off her tired face. His stomach still churned on the earlier incident. Rushing from his mother’s deathbed on news that his younger sister had been abducted by a wolfman who needed to see him before killing her. His blood had ran cold as he rode back, what if she was dead by the time he came? He’s mother had barely a month to live and his stubborn sister was the last family he had in his life. If he hadn’t outsmarted the wolfman to retrieve her, his mother would have buried her youngest child before her death. “I am the Dragon Queen. Don’t underrate me. I gave you the honor of killing that wolfman but I’d
Chapter Twenty-Three – A little dragon queen.He’d surely live to meet her again, she’d regret their next meeting. He hoped she’d like his surprise. The young woman turned and looked at him, “Wait, you’re the Cold Prince, eh?” she had a heavy voice. One that the cold prince couldn’t believe sounded nice to him. He said nothing so she shrugged and ran off. While his eyes were still on the path Margaret had disappeared to. A wolf jumped on one of his soldiers snapping off his head off. He drew back his sister and started fending off the animals. Margaret had never left. She stayed back making sure that these strangers were killed off. But how did those wolves become less vile? Or was the prince too much for them? She’d never seen a prince so she stayed back to see this one. From the stories she had heard, he didn’t look so princely. Unless the rather well built body and stoic face. The young man with his brown long hair was surely skilled in sword art. His moves were
Chapter Twenty-Four – The Dwarfs Plea.(At Dragon Dynasty) The Cold Prince paced around in his red suit, his black boots clamping around. He threw down his sword as it kept making annoying sounds while he walked. Looking down at it, it felt so small, so useless without being in his hands. He exhaled and tried channeling his energy unto a nearby vase. His eyes turned a darker shade and a sensation filled the room. A darker sensation circled around the vase but did nothing to it. He added more intensity to his gaze and the vase elevated before dropping to the ground. Breaking to half. He still got his dynasty magic. He might go back to not needing swords in a war. He smiled at himself but it vanished. He had just practiced on his sister’s favorite vase, he’d get a mouthful. He felt tired on remembering she wasn’t around him. The metallic bell rang, indicating that he was being summoned for a meeting. He had suspected it but wished it came later. He was in the wors