The Thunder Of Kiwea

The dragons of Kiwea are thinning out and she is the last onyx dragon in her Thunder. Jinda, her mate, is the Lord of dragons and red as blood. She wants to find more like her, but she's rather restricted with her duties. Is she really alone in the world, or just the only one for a while?


9. Ch. 8

We stick around long enough to see the human executed and then take our leave. We look back every now and again to make sure we aren't being followed, a habit that will be hard to break. "We have done it! We will have peace!" I shout, looking excitedly from Lynx to Jinda. They nod, but do not share my enthusiasm. "They almost killed you. Why should we trust them?" I shake my head and sigh. "They killed the man who rebelled. He basically killed dozens of his own kind and could have killed more..." My mind goes back to the little girl I healed and I look grimly off into the distance. "Exactly our point. If they will do that to their own kind, why should we believe that they will not do worse to us?" I look towards the ground, watching as it speeds by beneath our feet. I had tried not to think about this. "They have good in them, we just have to bring it out of them. They wish to coexist and any who goes against this decision will have me to answer to, are we clear?" They both look at me, shock clear on their faces, as they nod their ascent. I head off in another direction while my head hangs on the end of my muscular neck. I land on the top of a lower mountain and sit, watching the clouds roll by above me. Thumping fills my ears seconds before Jinda lands next to me. "What is wrong, My Love?" I glance at him briefly before looking to the ground. "I fear that this will cause a division among our race. We cannot afford that. If it comes down to a choice of kill or divide, we must choose the extinction of the humans." He looks off towards the horizon, watching as the sunset turns the sky differing shades of pink, purple, red, and gold. "We will do what is best for our race and hope against hope that it will go as we need it to." I glance at him, catching him in dazzling profile. His scales glimmer and his eyes sparkle with a beauty I could only dream of while his body stands at attention, each muscle bulging perfectly. I watch him for a few more seconds, my breath halting when his eyes meet mine with such tenderness that I look away. "What are you thinking, My Love?" I shake myself slightly, feeling slightly embarrassed at having been caught. "I was admiring you. I know my scales are dull in comparison. How can you love me when I am so opposite of you?" A look of horrific shock plays over his face before he pushes his muzzle to mine, kissing me in the way of the dragons. "Your scales shine as bright as the sun, you just do not see it. You are an Onyx dragon who flies silently through the night. The sun may shine dully against your scales, but the moon... The moon is what causes your scales to sparkle like fire reflecting off a lake." I pull away from him, my blood warmer than it was. "Come, we must go to the others. We are already behind."

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