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Dancing of Flames [ Emhyr x Oc, Cahir x Ciri]

Prologue I

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In the first century of the World's globe Elves and Dragons ruled the continent. The two constantly battled one another for control over the continent for 1,000 years until the Dragons ultimately won the war. The Elves came to an agreement with the Dragons sharing the continent, the two fractions often married one another creating dragon elves hybrid offspring.

The two species were at peace for a while until mortals started appearing in the continent.When humans came to the Continent, they ended the Elves superiority rule and tried to capture the Dragons, but failed sparking endless war between the two.

Alaerion Malfyre the first dragon rider rode into battle on his dragon, Falkor the Deathbringer against the humans with his wife Zylthana, the youngest daughter of Queen Riannon of Temeria and Cregennan of Lod.

Together, the two reign fire down on the humans destroying their lands, resources and foes. Instilling fear in the humans no matter how many desperate attempts they made to capture the dragons or kill them, each time they failed.

After countless wars between the two species, the Humans gave up on their conquest and tried to come to an agreement with the Dragons, but never reached a peace accord.

Tired of fighting,The Dragons sought out a new home away from the Continent and the mortals. They travel beyond the blue mountains and settle down on Flamestone, staying for over a 100 years while starting to build new lands and castles.

In 167 AD, Arman Malfyre began construction on a royal castle near in the first place that his ancestor landed, a land near Flamestone Island. The royal Castle was designed to be grand and huge, inspired by the Roman empire. It took 80 years for the Castle to be built and even then it wasn't done.

Over the next century, the Malfyre family continued to expand and build their castle, taking control of empty lands building it to be one of the greatest empires in the Continent. With their dragons and magical lineage, they establish control and dominance over the land expanding their territories.

The Redmount Keep, named by Emperor Gaerion Malfrye, became a symbol of powers and attraction. Mages across the Continent would travel a long journey beyond the blue mountain to see the Great City.

During the reign of Emperor Alexander Malfyre, the Dragonyra empire was completed and fully constructed, except for a home for the Dragons.

The Malfyre preferred to have their dragons roaming free rather than trapped in caves. Emperor Alexander Malfyre, determined to see to the Dragons' needs, built a private island for them where they could live and relax in peace.

Alexander Malfyre hired a group of Mages to bring his idea to life. The Island, known as Draconia was located west of Dragonyra, far away from the main capital.

The Island was designed with a lavish hot springs pool, hunting grounds, open seas and caves and surrounded by a powerful barrier spell keeping the Dragons well guarded and to prevent any unwanted visitors.

Draconia became a safe haven for Dragons to go, a place where they could live in harmony without anyone trying to hunt them down or capture them.

And to this very day, the island remains only accessible to dragon riders.

Hundreds of years later, after the tenth century of House Malfyre's dynasty was coming to an end, the old Emperor Lucian Malfyre was failing tremendously, after losing his eldest son the succession was put to question.

In 1243, Emperor Lucian Malfyre called a great council meeting on Flamestone to discuss the succession.Thousand of Lords traveled to Flamestone, six successions claims were made; yet only two were truly considered

Prince Ravar Malfyre, the King's eldest son and Prince Aeron Malfyre, the King's legitimate bastard. Lucian Malfyre declared his eldest son Ravar would inherit the Draconian throne. Prince Aegon, a legitimized bastard, would not hold the Draconian throne, The Lords instead choose Ravar, my father.

Lucian called the great council to preventing a war sparking out, but despite his decision Prince Aegon did not accept his father's choice and became envious over the years of my father

The Old King was no fool for he knew his youngest son Aegon would tear apart House Malfyre for his own greed and glory.

And he was right, the only thing that could tear the Dragons apart was themselves.

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Valerievna was soaring through the clouds on her dragon Scaraflare in the northern skies, followed closely by her other dragons. She flew higher into the clouds, looking up at a flock of blue jays passing by.

The sun beamed down on her, casting a shadow over him and the land below him. Valerievna grabbed onto Scaraflare's scales, directing her to go lower. " Lower, girl."

Scaraflare obeyed immediately, swooping lower; Darkrax, Goldfyre, and Wildnite spread their wings widely, following after their mother and sister. They let out a happy screech.

Valerievna continued to soar through the skies until she saw Cintra below. Swooping down, she flew past the town and made her way to the castle.

She landed gracefully in the castle courtyard, her other dragons landing beside her. Scaraflare let out a screech, spreading her wings loudly, allowing her mistress to climb down.

The other dragons landed beside her and stretched their wings out loudly, resting their heads on the soft grass.

Valerievna placed a hand on Scaraflare's scales, petting her gently, before moving towards her other dragons doing the same thing.

" Princess, where in the North have you been? " A voice said behind her.

She turned around and saw Mousesack standing behind her, gazing at her with a downcast look. " You missed our lesson today."

Taking her hand off Scaraflare's scales, she turned to him." I'm sorry, but Scaraflare needs to spread her wings along with the others, " She said.

" Your grandmother is waiting for you in the throne room along with Cirilla." The Dune said.

" You best not keep her waiting any long." He added.

Valerievna's eyes widened. " Oh, my god, I must've lost track of time." Grandmother is going to kill me.."

" You best hurry," Mousesack advised the girl. " And change your clothes; you smell of dragon."

He turned around and entered the castle; the young Princess followed behind him.

Valerievna quickly returned to her chambers and slid on a red and black dress, brushing her hair out she grabbed a pearl headband that sat on her vanity placing it on top of her head, marching with a dragon necklace around her neck.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, approving of her appearance, and left her chambers.

Making her way through the empty corridors, her footsteps echoing as she passed through. She reached a back door to the Throne room and walked through it.

Opening the door widely, she stepped through the door and saw her grandmother honoring Northern lords and soldiers, beside her Cirilla and her grandfather stood.

Valerievna approached them quietly, hoping her grandmother didn't see her sneak in. She took her spot next to Cirilla.

" You're late," Calanthe said, not looking at her granddaughter.

" My apologies, grandmother." She mumbled.

" Where have you been?" Cirilla whispered, turning to her cousin.

" I went dragon riding with Scaraflare and the others." The young Dragon answered.

" Lucky." The young Lion Cub said. " You have to take me with you one day."

'' I always offer, and you always decline.''

'' That's because I'm afraid they may not want me to ride them; I don't have dragon blood like you!.'' Cirilla exclaimed.

'' Anyone can ride a dragon; you just have to put your mind and heart to it.'' Valerievna said with a smile.

Calanthe shook her head in disappointment, trying not to show a reaction. " So, you decided to go dragon riding rather than being with your family."

Valerievna lowered her gaze to the ground, feeling guilty . " I'm sorry, grandmother.... Scaraflare, Darkrax, Goldfyre, and Wildnite were getting restless."

" They haven't been out in weeks, Dragons do need to spread their wings." She added

The Lioness signed." Caring for dragons seemed more challenging, though they were made the perfect protectors for her dragon and Lion cubs. " she thought.

" Agreed, but do remember you can't neglect your duties all the time for them." Calanthe said.

The young Dragon nodded. " I understand, I'm sorry it won't happen again."

Calanthe nodded, returning her gaze to the audience in front of her.

" And, How was the flight?" Eist asked, turning to his granddaughter.

" It was good; I saw a flock of birds passing by," Valerievna responded.

" Which kind?" He asked.

" Blue jays."

" My favorite," Eist said with a smile.

" Scaraflare is growing rather quickly." Cirilla said. " She'll soon reach the size of Vaerdoth, the Bronze Fury, your father's lost dragon."

" Ah, yes, your father's infamous dragon that vanished." Eist humming. " That dragon was quite scary. When I first made contact with it, it nearly burnt my eyebrows off."

" Really?" asked the young Dragon.

He nodded. " You were only two years old when your mother and father came to Cintra for a visit. " Your father had shown up in the sky's of Cintra on his dragon carrying you and your mother on board, it was at the same time Cirila was just begin to walk.

" Your grandmother here was in shock."

Calanthe rolled her eyes playfully, trying not to smile, and resumed addressing the Northern lords in front of her.

" Really."

Eist nodded. " Yes, she was in quite a fight."

" I wasn't not afraid, Eist." The Lioness hissed, turning to her husband and glaring at him.

" I was merely shocked at how big it got." She added.

The young Princess smiled in amusement, trying to imagine her fierce Lioness grandmother being stunned. Her grandmother wasn't the type to back down from a challenge.

Calanthe turned her attention back to the audience, and a Northern lord approached her and bowed. She lifted her sword and gently tapped it on his shoulder, knighting him.

" As your queen, I grant you this commendation, which will symbolize your duty and bond as liegeman in fealty to the crown of Cintra." She spoke up.

" Could use a bit of feel-ty myself right now," Eist commented.

The Lioness rolled her eyes at her husband, not paying any mind to his words.

Valerievna and Cirilla let out a gag. " Gross." They said, in union.

" Do you promise to defend the weak, the orphaned to your utmost." The Queen of Cintra continued."

" Late wee pups don't get to bark."

" I was playing in the square," Cirilla spoke up.

" Knucklebones?"

" Did you crush those little boys?" The young Dragon asked, turning to her cousin.

Cirilla signed. " I would have if the horseman of doom hadn't ridden up like that."

" If you can't win a game of knucklebones.... what will you do when you go into battle?"

The young Lion cub signed. " Face it head-on."

" And I will be right beside you." Valerievna added."

" At least you didn't shit your kecks," Eist commented.

Valerievna and Cirilla exchanged a look with one another before chuckling at their grandfather's words.

" I thought I smelt something funky in here." The young Princess mumbled.

" Ah, yes, that is the smell of the sounds of boring farts coming out of my ass!." Eist exclaimed

The girls started to giggle, much to the annoyance and displeasure of their grandmother.

" As members of the Royal Family, is it too much to ask that you exercise a modicum of respect?" She asked.

" Especially you." She said, directing her words at her husband. " This is your duty as king and grandfather."

The King signed. " Grant me leave, my Queen. I am worn from my trip to the isles." He said.

" And my bedchamber duties before that." He whispered. " Would you like it if I elaborate, my queen?"

" Gross." Cirilla said.

Valerievna shook her head; her eyes widened in disguise. " Please don't; I want to sleep tonight without any nightmares." She said,

The King chuckled. " You two will have to learn about the bedchamber duties one day; you're almost of age to be wed."

" They are only thirteen, Eist." Calanthe hissed. " They don't need to hear such filth like that from your mouth."

" My apologies, my love."

The Queen continued on with the proceedings without any more interruptions.

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Valerievna was in Cirilla's chambers doing Cirilla's hair for the feast. Normally, she would just call a servant to do it for her, but Val always did her hair for her for special events.

Tonight was a special occasion for the Northern Lords were join their halls. Their grandmother had expressed to them it was important to put on a good impression.

The young lion cub was lost in her thoughts, she had a strange feeling something bad was about to happen, for the past couple of nights she had nightmares of her home being burnt to the ground, and being chased by some Black Night.

She tried to ignore it, but the way her grandmother has been acting the last few days all discreet made her anxious.

" Val, do you think grandmother is keeping something from us?" Cirilla asked.

Valerievna laid the brush down. " Maybe, she's been acting so weird lately, like for the past few days she won't let me sit in the council anymore."

" Why?"

" I don't know." The young Dragon mumbled. " When I confronted her about it she said I was too young and should be focusing on magic lessons with Mousemack."

" There's definitely something going on." Cirilla said. " I've been having bad dreams the last few days about Cintra burning and of this Black Knight.

" Covered in blood, dark armor and the bluest eyes that are like thunder."

Cirilla nodded. " Yeah, how did you know?"

Valerievna signed." I've been experiencing those same dreams for weeks now, I don't know.

" I have this terrible gut feeling that darkness is coming for Cintra soon." She added.

" It won't happen." The young Lion Cub said. "Grandmother is the one of most skilled fighters in the North, Cintra has a strong army and fleet no one has been able to break through the borders."

The young Dragon shook her head, still not convinced of her cousin's words. " Nothing is unconquerable, Cirilla." She said, " Just take a look at what happened to my father and mother, my Uncle was able to turn half the kingdom away from my father."

" He killed my father and mother in cold blood, usurping his throne from him. People that were loyal to my father sat back and did nothing, then they tried to draw their swords on me and I wouldn't have made it out alive if it wasn't for Scaraflare."

Tears started to well in her eyes as she began to recall the events of that tragic night. Finding her father in a pool of his own blood on the throne, then seeing her mother being murdered right in front of her eyes by her Uncle's men

After that tragic day, she would never forget what happened; she would always remember that day and one day she would be reborn as a dragon and destroy those who wronged her.

She would burn them all....

Cirilla turned to her cousin, sadness filling in her eyes. " I know, I'm sorry what happened to them was tragic; your Uncle will pay for what he has done."

" But grandmother won't let anything happen to us; she'll protect us." She added. " We shouldn't let ourselves worry about it."

Valerievna nodded tearfully. " You're right, we have nothing to fear."

Hopefully.......

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