Dare To Love A Dragon - Chapter 115

The dragon king was seated in his throne room. The palace was filled with a lot of cries from everywhere around.

“Never pictured you for a cold heartless dragon.”

“Things we don’t picture have a way of reaching our realities Amaru,” Ander replied coldly.

Footsteps could be heard rushing into the room. The two of them silently waited, the door was pushed open.

Francis rushed into the room, he was fuming mad at Ander. Standing before the male he glared at him, his eyes were sharp and piercing.

“What do you think of yourself?” he asked angrily.

“I think that I am handsome and have no idea what you see in my father,” he told uncaringly.

“You can’t attack Arimelari without talking to me about it and how could you say that I’m a slave?” he questioned. “And you Amaru, you are supposed to be on my side. Or is it that you’ve lost interest in your belongings?”

Amaru’s lips curled up into a smile. It was a mockery smile that didn’t settle well with Francis. It was as though he was missing something, in the few time that he came to the palace everything changed.

“What?”

“You mean this face?” Amaru asked him presenting his real face to Francis. Francis was shocked, caught off guard he checked his store and realized that they were gone.

“How?” he asked lost.

“Ander, he returned them all to me,” he explained to him.

“Like I said there are dark times ahead. Instead of being here and asking irrelevant questions. I would suggest returning to your lover’s arms. It might be the last peaceful night you both share,” he said to him.

Amaru watched the frown on Francis’s face deepen. He felt happy to see the man who had destroyed him get a shock of his own. He was a man who lived by one rule, survive.

No matter what side he played with, he didn’t stab them in the back if it meant his survival. He took his time to enjoy his victory, even though Ander was the one hurting Francis. It was still his victory watching his enemy feel defeated.

“Shall I help you?” he asked.

“This is not over, you have made your choice now it’s my turn,” Francis warned leaving the room by himself.

Ander’s eyes glowed hearing his threat. ‘You have no idea what you are even fighting for or whom you are fighting Francis dear,’ he thought in his mind.

“You are brilliant. You hit all the birds in the sky with one stone. Respect,” Amaru said to him.

In just two hours, he had made himself king and enslaved all others. He had his demons and dragons attacking villages and getting them under his control. Those who refused to bow to him as King were either killed or imprisoned.

The lost souls from the aisle of the lost wandered the streets eating any soul that rebelled against him. He was only waiting for morning to greet his subjects.

“I had no other stones to spare so I made use of the one that I had,” he told to him.

“What of your love, he doesn’t seem to be doe with you?”

“You and I both know that my interests have changed, I needed Francis for the things he keeps hidden, especially the doors the secret chambers at the school. The only way to get that from him was play innocent,” Ander informed. “Who doesn’t like a sad broken little boy to take of,” he added.

“How?”

“You need to be more specific if you want an answer from me.”

“How did you know Francis was using me?”

“The same way I know that you went to visit Avan right before you joined me,” he said and stopped staring at the spot where Francis stood. “Don’t make the mistake of underestimating me. It will be your end faceless god.”

Ander whistled in his seat. His face was blank of any emotion. Amaru soon left seeing that the boy was done talking. Ander was left alone in the room, the room was quiet but he could feel another presence in the room with him.

He waited for the person to come out and talk to him now that he was alone but they didn’t move. He too was too tired to go and check it out himself.

Hours passed and the being remained in place, he was sleeping with one eye open observing the person watching him.

The hours went by and soon the sun rose, he opened his eyes. The person was still around and their stare was getting intense.

He sighed, he had to give the person credit. They were good at their but they were getting on his nerve. He was a person of many secrets and the last thing he needed was someone who was watching him and all his movements.

“I know you are there so come out,” he let out.

The person didn’t make my movement not did they respond to him.

He stood up from his throne and faced the direction in which the person was hiding. “You can see me and hear me. Here is the deal, follow me and die or leave me alone,” he warned.

He had lost a good night’s sleep because of the intruder, there were bags evident under his eyes.

“Is death the only the only thing that runs through your mind?” he heard with one foot out of the room.

Feeling some familiarity in the voice he stopped and looked back immediately. The sight before him made him want to vomit.

“Do you never get tired of being rejected?” he asked her amused by her thick skin.

“I would ask you the same question. How long will Francis have to reject you and your love before you let him go?” she asked him.

Ander smirked at her question. “And who told you that I seek love?”

“I don’t seek love either and since we are on the same why not join hands,” Natalia offered him. “All I want is a promise that I will be your queen,” she added.

Ander looked amused, he didn’t reply and just walked away. The girl was just like his birth mother, both had the same way of thinking and similar desires.

“Why do only bad people surround me?” he asked a pained look deep in his eyes. The look only lasted for a second before he pushed it behind his mind. “You are the only good thing in my life, that is why at the moment it is important to get you back,” he told to himself.

He took a knife from his pockets and cut his palm, the blood flowed out of his wound. He closed his eyes and concentrated on his blood, his blood attracted his elemental stones from where Annak had hidden them and brought them to his side. They revolved around him as he kept walking.

Air, water, earth, fire, and metal revolved around him as he walked. They created doors around him. All he had to do was open the door and think of where he wanted to go and he would appear there. He thought of the one person who still cared for him. The only person who still loved him.

Soon he appeared in Avan’s room. The male was sleeping peacefully on the bed with no worries at all.

“You look good chosen one,” he complimented. “You seem peaceful,” he added sadly.

He directed the stones around the boy, they were restoring his essence that was left in Francis. He was returning life to him, he might look like he had been sleeping but his soul was incomplete and hence he couldn’t wake up.

“This time we will call the shots. Francis made me realize something, all I need is you and I will be complete. Get up soon,” he said to him.

He brushed Avan’s hair away from his face, took a clear look at the boy’s face, and managed a weak smile on his face.

“He will never wake up. You will pay for your sins by losing him,” he heard a whisper in the room.

“What?!” he asked and listened.

“A life for a life, he will never return to you,” the voice came again. “His soul will forever be locked in Hoxgan,” the voice added.

Pinpointing where the voice was coming from he aimed his firestone and threw it in the direction.

“Only beings with a soul or a body can be burnt. I am just a subconscious of the supreme chosen and am here to inform you that Avan has been taken as a price for the death of Alessa.”

Ander folded his hand into a fist, he felt a nerve in his head about to pop. The girl in question died years ago and they dare blame him for it. He didn’t kill her, Kazar did.

“Bring him back,” he demanded.

“Accept that you have lost dragon king. He will never return to you,” the voice informed him.