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TLoS LM 67: Legion's Termoil 2"So, you're Legion then?" Frank then asked. "As in, Cynder's father?"
"I'm her father in the sense that she's my flesh and blood, but..." Legion sighed. "Ddraig's been there for her more than I have, she's his pride and joy, really."
"Legion..." Ddraig spoke sadly. "Don't treat yourself like this. You're a great dragon, and everything Cynder deserves in a father. You've made mistakes, but who hasn't? She needs you."
"But she needs you more!" Legion replied loudly. "You wanna know why? I'm making things unstable for her now! I'm supposed to be dead, and... and gone... Then, Cynder would be able to settle down with you and your family, and eventually be absorbed into your family, and become part of it. And in doing so, she'd have stability, and a family. Things I not only failed to provide for her myself, but was so incompitent in my failure that she was almost put in a position where she could NEVER have those things, even though she deserves them, more than any of us." A diamond
TLoS 66: Legion's Termoil prt1Cynder stuggled furiously, a terrified look in her face. She was using all her strength, but she was barely able to keep the collar away from her neck by an inch or two; a distance slowly being shortened by a determined and vengeful Nighthshade.
"Help!" She screamed.
"Don't worry..." Nightshade hissed sadisticly. "You'll come to like it... hopefully."
"No!" Cynder cried, pushing back, but feeling her legs grow fatigued and shake with exhaustioned. Was this how it was going to end?
"Get off her!" Ddraig shouted. "Please!" He tried to get up, but yelped as his scar tore further, and fell down again, panting heavily.
"Please don't do this..." Cynder sobbed. "No, please!"
But Nighthsade forced an almighty shove, and had it around her throat! All she had to do was buckle it, and it would be on her...
...But then, the world seemed to go mad. The ground began to rumble, which even distracted Nightshade.
"What?" Ddraig groaned. "What's going on? This part of the world doesn't get earthquakes."
TLoS LM 64: Ultimatums* * *
Cynder and Spyro, meanwhile, had been preparing themselves for the arrival. But not by making themselves presentable. Ddraig was very much aware of the posability that the Sekeolasian queen may try something, so he advised that they instead dress themselves in their armour.
...They'd just finished, and joined Ddraig, when the doors were opened by one of the palace guards.
Ddraig also didn't want to take any further risks, so he sent Eve to stay with Olivia (and her mother, who'd just been let out of hospital).
Then, the room had a very dangerous air, as Lady Nightshade arrived in the main hall, a disinterested and annoyed look on her face.
"Alright Ddraig..." She spat. "Let's get this over with..."
"Only my friends call me Ddraig..." He replied. "You, call me Lord Ddraigtanto, Lady Nightshade."
"Fine, whatever!" She growled, following him into the dining room, where the negotiations would be held. But not before making a very delibe
TLoS LM 63: Puppet Strings...* * *
For two days, the world was quiet. Ddraig had received Nightshade's letter already, and was simply waiting for her arrival. However, he was also waiting for his guard, who was supposed to ensure he didn't break curfew...
The atmosphere in the Ixeniejir household was... tense. Cynder, although ready to face her mother if tings turned ugly, she was still nervous, and slightly scared.
Ddraig (in between trying to stop Cynder worrying) was also worried. This was a major gamble. So many things could go wrong; the consequences of which could be devastating.
Nightshade should be arriving any moment now, he was just waiting for the envoy to knock on the door, and announce the queen's arrival.
...Then the gate bell rang, and Ddraig sprung to attention. Was she here already!?! Hurriedly, the black dragon ran to the front door, and looked at the buzzer window. But, it wasn't the envoy.
"Erm... Hello?" Came a familiar human voice, Ddraig placed a claw
E'sS 31: The Happy Ending Prt2* * *
We return to this final chapter, we're we left it. Ddraig (trembling slightly) walked silently down the corridor, and into Eve's bedroom...
There, he sat a few feet away from her bed, watching her precious form rise and fall softly as she slept. This little gem was a treasure to see, and as he watched over her, Ddraig suddenly felt a sense of pride well up inside him.
"I've raised her..." Ddraig thought to himself. "The only reason she's here is because of me. Eve, oh, my precious Eve, she wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me..."
It was the first time Ddraig had considered Eve 'precious' and it further enforced his belief of his feelings towards her. He couldn't help but feel a smile creep across the width of his face. She was a treasure in her own right, far more valueable than any material good Ddraig would ever have in his life; and this beautiful girl enriched his life, and he knew it.
It was like Ddraig was possesed; he'd never felt t
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