The Prisoner’s Princess Chapter 107

Isabelle

The giant man called my mate brother after he just appeared from under the ground… it couldn’t be… No one let me near my mate, and he carried him off. The King did not interfere… and he just LET Bryson get carted away on blue dragon’s wings…. I didn’t know what he had planned for him, slinging him over his naked shoulder as he did… He sprouted from the ground like a weed…

“Let Me GO!” I demanded, while my pups whined, scared at me being upset, not understanding what was going on or why grandma had me.

“Asanguis will kill you. He does not know this language, or of you… But don’t worry. I will make sure I release you if the time becomes right.” She said sweetly but I knew it was a lie. I shed bitter tears as I screamed my mate’s name, and I swear he looked at me with dead eyes.

“He’s fine.” She stated, and I calmed down. The Acidic One had his horns pressed to Bryson’s…. He then looked directly at me, growing sapphire blue dragon’s wings, and flying into the booth we sat in, breaking the window, flapping the majority of it out the gap. His face was stern as stone, but he shared no words with me. He was a behemoth of muscle and power… His aura froze me in place.

My pups ran to his feet wagging their tiny tails, and he hissed at them a language they seemed to understand. He placed my mate on the floor of the booth before turning to look at us, and jumping out the window. How could something like him exist… was that what my mate was turning into? I looked at his chest… as he was laid on his side, posed slightly protected, as his back was propped against the wall without thankfully touching it… His chest and belly button had symbols that faded I swear the moment I noticed them, but the boom of the Old One got my attention…

“I speak the modern tongue now.” He yelled with a calm face… but it pounded into your chest even being up here in the booth…. “Such arrogance.” He hissed.

He and my grandfather circled. “Bring me Uriel’s sword. He is not yet full strength.” He commanded, and many who watched that were Warriors or Omegas scrambled to get what he asked.

“Go and scurry. I will devour you soon enough.” He chuckled. “You mar my brother’s back. You will die for it, and I will melt this stone into a mighty offering to Father.” He shifted into a dragon headed snake with dragon’s wings, almost too big to fit in the large arena… smashing the glass ceiling by leaping into the air. It shattered the magical image of day above, revealing the moonless night that he completely disappeared into before crashing down, slapping his tail on the arena floor to try and crush grandpa, but the shockwave made us loose our balance in the booth.

“We need to go.” Said Grandma, getting Alpha Shakira of the Hyena Royal Guard to help her with Bryson while I got the pups.

The door wouldn’t open. The damn thing was jammed, and even shifting, grandma couldn’t get it to open with the warriors.

“It’s no use.” Said Granma, using what was left of her clothing to make scraps to cover herself.

Down in the arena they clashed. Grandfather shifted to his wolf to dodge an endless breath of acidic poison that melted his tail to the bone… It was in the way of the stream, and he screamed in pain.

“Be Careful!” Yelled Grandma, but she got no response that I could see.

Grandfather’s bite burned the scales right off the serpent, but he was alone. He needed backup, but he common linked everyone who could to evacuate. They were stuck down there with him, shifting to hyenas to evade the lingering green vapors of death that remained in the air down there, making them cough. Any who got in the way of the liquid before it evaporated were melted instantly, bones and all…. Holy shit.

The great blue serpent seemed to smile, slapping its tail on the ground, making another earthquake. It flew into the air, and seemingly disappeared this time before coming down mouth open to try and swallow grandfather, but he missed. He was too slow to keep up with the bite grandfather gave him on the chest, and he flew a little bit before grinding his belly on the ground. The king would not let go, and I heard the door at the bottom of the arena pound.

It exploded open to reveal a minitour backed by hyena and wolves alike, standing tall before they charged to aid grandpa. Many of those wolves looked familiar… it was the High Council.

It was Uncle Jerold with reinforcements, though he held a big tree branch like a club. I didn’t know what uncle Jerold said either, as he spoke bull, but thankfully Grandfather did. Jerold managed to gore Asanguis in the side where grandfather first bit him, burning the scales. He looped his head around and headbutted Jerold, forcing his horns to dislodge from him.

He slid across the arena, almost slamming into the wall before charging the snake again, and Grandpa used him as a platform to jump from his shoulder, claws out. With a mighty swish of his tail, he knocked them both away, sending them flying. However, damage had been done. Grandfather had burned off a trail of scales. In that groove were painful singed slashes that looked deep.

He batted the Council members, even those with abilities away with a wing…. They were not strong enough, but their magical bites gave him pain. He screamed as parts of him were melted, turned to stone, or burned. The problem was that with a single blow, the others were knocked unconscious…. But the one that worried me the most was the Second Seat. He was slammed into the wall of the Arena with enough force that he was imbedded within it…The others were dragged away by any who could, retreating, leaving the battle to the two Kings.

Grandma, as well as myself and the Warriors up here began to cough. Bryson and the pups were fine, wagging their little tails at me, licking my face… crap. I didn’t even know when I had lost my balance… but I was on the floor. I would not die like this…

I had to Do something…. But I was no match for him physically…. But maybe I was diplomatically…. He seemed to bare me or grandma no ill will.

“Lord Asanguis!” I screamed.

“What are you doing?!” Yelled Shikara.

“He is called the Acidic One! If he breathes anymore of that stuff, we Will die.” I yelled back. I stood on shaky legs, cutting my hands on the ledge, and threw the largest chunk of glass I could fine quickly. It bounced off a massive scale, but he turned his gaze to me.

He hissed something I couldn’t understand, but I tried reasoning with him.

“If you use your power, you will kill your brother, and his children… and me. It would anger your Master!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, accepting the repercussions. I coughed holding my elbow to my mouth, feeling dizzy, but I would not allow myself to fall again.

He seemed to be thinking, and he shifted back. “Small soft thing…. I sense you are no pet... Forgive me. I will-”

Grandfather shifted midair, catching a sword that glowed a flaming white, and cut the serpent’s head off while his back was turned to me…. I didn’t know how to feel about that.

“He will awake in about two decades or so. Place his corpse in the lowest level of the dungeon, but leave the door unlocked…. It has begun…. And it is my fault.” He mumbled. “My pride has awakened one of the beasts of old before his time….”