Dare To Love A Dragon - Chapter 118

The news of the demons and lost souls of the aisle taking lives all around the four lands spread like wildfire. To the world, it was just a couple of innocent people killed but the truth was that all that died were supernaturals in the hiding in society.

The killings provoked a war against Arimelari. Witches, wizards, nightwalkers aligned outside of the kingdom in troupes to attack.  Led by Onilen Leafspears and Dimitri Rosevech the head of Hoxgan. They continued to gather in large numbers at the borders of Arimelari.

Led by the former king of Arimelari, Alexander and his right hand Malcolm led the soldiers of the kingdom to counter the attack.

Mordecai was a task by the king to lead the women and children into safety in case they end up losing the war. The kingdom was in chaos. The people had not even gotten over Ander taking over and now they were at war.

The people missed the old king. He might have set silly laws like changing their lifestyle to live at night at rest during the day but he looked out for his subjects.  Such dark times as they have seen in Alexander’s and Ander’s reign were not present during his rule.

Everyone was happy and had a nice normal life but this day they were unsure of what to expect when they wake in the morning. The royals, fight among themselves and they are the ones who pay the price for it.

It was tiring to live in the kingdom but they were too terrified to leave.

“The great war is upon us,” Ella let out starting at the darkening clouds above them.

“It will end soon, I hope,” Malia said worried about the baby in her womb. Her child had yet to see the world and already the world was burning to ashes.

She had no idea whether to hope she lives to give birth to her child or to pray for a quick death for both of them. The way things were going, she couldn’t see the light to the dark times they have been facing and things just kept going from bad to worse each time.

It was unbearable to have hope when it will be crushed over and over again. The peaceful times of Arimelari were over and she didn’t want her child to be born in such a world that was suffocating even for her to live in.

“This is the battle from the prediction. Everyone is going to die with only Ander to survive,” Ella spoke subconsciously. Her words touched everyone in the tunnels trying to leave.

“The future has changed since Ander let go of Francis right?” the queen grandmother questioned.

With Annak at the front lines with Alexander. The witch in charge was Ella, all other witches from the school came along in case they got attacked to help fight.

“The future didn’t change, it took a shortcut to the destination,” Ella said to her. “In the past, the war wasn’t supposed to happen for a few more months but thanks to him letting Francis go, it happening now,” she explained.

“But all will be well, we are going to safety,” the queen’s grandmother said to everyone to keep them calm.

Deep inside even she knew that she was selling fake news but she didn’t seem to have any other option. The fact couldn’t change that the war was happening and that they all were going to die, so even if she tells them the truth. It would bring them no good.

“I need to go,” Ella said and turned back. No one had the energy to stop her as they were all drained from worry and panic.

She moved through the crowd of female and children subjects of the kingdom traveling back to the kingdom.

“Annak,” she called out using her necklace which was enchanted so they could stay in contact.

“Yes, Ella tell me,” Annak responded.

“I have a crazy plan to save everyone,” she informed. “But it is difficult to pull off,” she added.

“What is it?” Annak questioned her voice high pitched out of excitement. She was lost at what to do about the situation that she has found herself in. But Ella’s words brought hope to her heart.

“Time,” she responded. “I will need you to find out from Ander where Avan is, without him the plan is useless.”

She ended the connection and returned to the school to get her plan in order.

Annak was stuck confused as to why she needed Avan when the boy wasn’t waking up. But as long as there was a plan there was hope and hope meant that they could win.

She walked over to Ander who stood at the great wall of Arimelari watching his enemies gather before him. His face was unreadable, he didn’t look panicked or confident. He was just there.

“Ander.”

Ander looked at her when she called to him waiting for her to tell him what she wanted.

“I was doing a count and I noticed that Avan’s body is missing. We need to get him to safety so do you know where he is?” she asked him going straight to the point.

“His body is safe and soon as I get his soul. You can take him to safety,” he said and glanced at his enemies. His eyes were seeking the Supreme who has Avan captive but all he could see were future casualties of war roaming around his border.

“What do you mean by getting back his soul?” Annak inquired a little scared of what he meant.

“The stupid supreme has him and I intend to get him back,” he replied and looked behind him to see Amaru nearing their location. “Excuse us,” he said and took his leave to head over to Amaru.

He greeted the male with a kiss on the cheek and held his hand as they walked away.

“Your plan to counter the plot to kill you was to declare war?” Amaru asked infuriated.

“Yes, I would have told you of my plan but I feared that you wouldn’t approve,” he stated to him. “This way I get to face my enemies on the battlefield and not fight in the shadows. I prefer to fight what I can see,” he went on.

Amaru listened to him, his explanation made sense but that didn’t mean that he was okay with being dragged into war without warning.

“We are never going to win this war,” he said to him calmly.

“I don’t plan to lose,” Ander said thinking of Avan. “They will all die by my hands in this battle one way or another,” he uttered his voice ice cold causing the god to tremble.

“You are courting your death and digging your grave and sadly you are digging mine too,” he complained to him.

“You have my word that you will leave to witness the lifeless bodies and the blood of my enemies on the ground which I step on,” Ander promised.

The two of them walked down the wall and onto the streets filled with soldiers preparing for battle. The sound of sharpening the knives and swords could be heard all around the wall.

It was a refreshing sound in Ander’s ear, he for one could say that he liked it. And he couldn’t wait for the battle to begin, the thought of the screams of his enemies got him excited. He felt so amazing at the thought of it.

“It is war, not a birthday party so can you please not show how happy you are,” Amaru berated. The joy from the dragon was so evident even the soldiers could see how happy he was.

They were fearful for their lives and that of their lives ones and he was smiling happily. Death awaited them at the other side of the wall and he looked like he was dying of happiness.

“I am just smiling, ain’t no harm in that,” he retorted.

They moved past the soldiers with silver shining armor and went into the tent that had been set for them. It was fun to witness all the preparations being made for war.

Ander was restless, his dragon was screaming for blood, the blood of all supernatural. He had this urge to get out there and unleash his curse on the world. To kill and destroy everything.

“Ander,” Amaru called to him interrupting his thoughts. He cleared his mind and faced the god.  “What are you doing?”

Hearing the question, Ander looked around to see that he was holding a sword in his hand. A sword that was glowing with dark energy oozing out of it.

“What is this?” he questioned Amaru.

“Why are you asking me? You summoned it so I should ask you what it is,” Amaru answered him worried. The sword was sending chills down his spine. He didn’t like the feeling the sword gave him or the fact that he had a feeling the sword could kill him.

“Have no idea,” Ander said dropping it on the table.  The sword vanished coming into contact with the table.