At War

Two princesses are fighting a war for their father's throne. Now, they must inherit their father's mighty battle dragons, and end the war, one way or another... But who will win?


2. Pandora

Pandora. That's my name. I refuse to be called something as petty as 'Princess', for I have dealt with that title for years now. Sixteen, actually, and it gets dull after a while.

Personally, I would very much enjoy to go by 'Queen Pandora', but my wretched sister insists upon getting in the way of that, and therefore I stick by just 'Pandora'.

I rather like things that way.

"Pandora, Elektra's army have broken our first defensive line." Abrax, my second in command states with a hint of boredom in his voice, for this is a regular occurrence from my sister's army, and it grows tiresome.

"Okay then, I will go and find Kai. See you out there, and try not to get killed!" I shout to him as I leave, knowing that Kai, my dragon, is already waiting outside because he gets bored in his dwellings, and he is in on our little plan. Owen is out there too, holding him down so he doesn't get too excited. Owen is my first in command, a transfer from one of the far away Kingdoms, and he is about to go out and deliver orders to my troops. 

Mounting Kai, I bid goodbye to Owen, and grab my bow from the floor. Together, we launch like a rocket into the sky, the very air crackling around Kai's powerfully beating wings as we head to battle, shooting down men and blowing down anything in our way with Kai's fire laced breath. Owen can be seen down below, his dark hair contrasting greatly with the usual blonde locks of my troops, courtesy of the bright sun in the horizon.

An arrow flies over my head, and I fire one back at the soldier it came from. It wasn't a fatal blow, I fired at his hand for I never aim to kill, just to prevent them from killing anyone else. He falls, and a group of soldiers surround him in a protective stance, while I continue to fight, ducking and diving until eventually we have gained the advantage on Elekra's army, and they are forced to retreat back to their Kingdom, to care for their wounded and morn for those who have died, and we shall do the same, but in Victory.


Until next time, Little sis.


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