Chosen By The Dragon Kings

Eighty

Elora’s POV

The next morning, I wake and head downstairs, I had a list of things that needed doing today but the

first thing on that list was speaking to Pluto. Dragus never came to bed so I assumed Silas told him to

stay with the man overnight till he could be trusted.

Wandering around the castle though, I couldn’t find him anywhere, so decided to check the stables.

The sun was already up, the snow outside slowly starting to melt as I trudged to the back of the castle.

When it wasn’t snowing, I would have to remember to ask Silas if he could take me flying again. Wings

and snow just don’t mix, and I sure as hell didn’t feel like freezing from having to wear a singlet in the

cold to use my wings.

As I approached the stables, I noticed the door was wide open smoke billowing out the door, my heart

skipping a beat as nervousness crept in. Silas didn’t really force the man to sleep outside in the

elements, did he? As I stepped in though, I find Dragus asleep just inside the door, while Pluto was

tending to the horses that had been returned to stables at some point, it actually made me wonder

where they were put, one of them had dragged the fire pit toward the entryway which was burning

making the place quite warm.

Stepping inside, I lean over the back of the chair Dragus was in kissing his lips softly, his eyes instantly

opening before a smile creeps onto his face.

“Morning” He says.

“Morning, did Silas make you and Pluto stay outside all night?” I ask

Pluto comes out of the stall which had a brown horse in it,

“Don’t worry miss I don’t feel the cold, and I like being outside with the horses, been awhile since I have

been able to pat one, marvellous creatures they are” He says walking over to me, Dragus watching his

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Pluto looked quite different compared to last night, he had cut his hair which was now shaved close to

his head, Dragus had given him some clothes which I recognised as his own, having seen him in the

same blue shirt and also a pair of jeans. Pluto was small compared to the dragon kings, who were all

muscle on muscle. I suppose being a cast away would do that though.

“Are you hungry?” I ask and he nods.

“I will go get you something to eat” I tell him when Dragus stands up.

“I will go, will you be right here by yourself, or I can wait and get Matitus to come out?” Dragus asks

stretching his arms above his head, I hear his back crack like he had been in the same position for an

extended amount of time.

“I will be fine, but Silas might get angry” I warn him, and he shrugs.

“I can handle Silas wrath, it’s yours I am more worried about” He tells me before looking to Pluto who

was watching our exchange.

“I am trusting you not to touch my mate, I mean it, I come back here you won’t just lose your wings, I

will take your life” He warns him, and Pluto puts his head down nodding. Dragus seeming satisfied

walks out leaving me with the man.

Pluto instantly relaxing when he goes out of view.

“They seem very protective of you, so Dragus is your mate?” He asks curiously.

“All three of them are” I tell him, and he seems a little shocked making me chuckle.

“I was wondering why you smelt so strongly of them, and they you. Interesting” He ponders looking

back at the horse.

“You like horses?” I ask, and he nods.

“Yes, grew up around them, though they tend to not like my dragon side which is to be expected. But in

this form, I can get close to them” He says picking up a brush and brushing the horse. I sit on the seat

Dragus was in next to the fire.

“Do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“No, you can ask me anything” He replies, I nod warming my hands on the fire.

“How long were you like that, stuck in that form?”

“I don’t know, a long time. I think just after the war so however long ago that was” He says.

“So, a hundred years ago?” I ask and he seems shocked.

“Its been a hundred years already?” He asks and I nod sadly to him.

“So, you lost your mate?” He nods,

“Yes, killed in the war, she was a Fae like yourself, not a royal one, but I recognise those eyes, you’re

an Aziza” He says staring at me. I nod, it felt weird my bloodline being recognised just by the colour of

my eyes.

“Aziza’s were amongst the most powerful Fae, had gifts of healing, just like the Helcate bloodline. My

mate used to work for Helcates in their castle” He tells me.

“Healing abilities?” I ask and he nods.

“Yes, how do you think you changed me back” He asks cocking his head to the side.

“What about Zena bloodline, weren’t they the same?” I ask wondering exactly how much he knows

about Fae.

He shakes his head, no they had other abilities, a little darker then the Helcate and Aziza bloodline,

they specialised in the darker arts, Dark Fae if you will” He says making me wonder what he meant.

This was the first I have heard of this, I thought the royal families were the same,

“How so?” I ask curiously.

“Well Helcate’s were the first royal family known to exist, they had healing abilities but eventually when

the oracle came into the picture she spoke of two other Fae kingdoms, back then Fae never wandered

from their kingdom, so when the oracle came she mentioned another kingdom she had visited, the

Aziza kingdom, just beyond the mountains, Helcates didn’t know of them, so became curious and

travelled across the mountain and discovered their existence along with the dragon kingdom, they

noticed how much their kingdom was flourishing, the Aziza’s were responsible for bringing peace and a

treaty agreement amongst the different species and took the Helcates under their protection forming an

alliance. The Zena kingdom wasn’t found yet, but as the Fae population grew the kingdoms became

too small so they went seeking out new places and stumbled across the Zena kingdom, which was in

the forests north of here, they were different though, lived back then the old ways it wasn’t kingdom

more of a tribe, but their magic stemmed from darker elements, everything has a balance, they’re

magic stemmed from taking life in exchange for power, kind of like the grim reapers of Fae if you will.

Their ability was to manipulate the elements, the weather patterns etc, they also had the ability to take

immortal life”

His story was riveting, I could have listened to him talk all day about the Fae, our history but it just left

more questions.

“So if they had that ability how did the Fae lose the war?”

“Because their entire life force was connected to their Queen, once she went the entire bloodline died

with her”

“The Zena Queen died in the war?” I ask confused.

“No, Queen Maira killed herself when king Darius Helcate had the Dragons kill her mate, Helcates

became jealous of the Aziza Kingdom’s growing bond with them, Blaire Aziza the kings daughter she

was married to a Helcate as part of an arranged marriage, but originally she was to be married to the

Zena bloodline, when the Helcates interfered with the marriage, it was rumoured that Helcates told the

Dragon kingdom that Zenas wanted to start a war. Helcate’s refused to let them marry, so Blaire

married a Helcate eventually falling in love with him and having a child. But that wasn’t enough for the

Helcates they wanted the Zena bloodline out of the picture so the Dragon king at the time killed Maira’s

mate as warning, not knowing that it was a set up by the Helcate’s, Maira told Blaire about the Dragons

killing her mate, and she felt loyalty to Maira because they were best friends so when the dragon kings

discovered her, she rejected them and cursed them, Aziza were merely pawns in a war they knew

nothing about till it got them killed”