Ami_Young

The prince of Maldonia, Prince Artemis of House Arteides, the bear killer, the slayer of the elves is crowned King when his father Luca King Arteides dies.

Aurora is a seer and a powerful witch who has yet to aknowledge her powers, only Artemis knows of it. Lucian Mithandir is in exile recruiting an army to fight Prince Castellan of house Taelin for the throne of Prophis. Artemis wants no parts of this war, but he is very aware whoever wins the war will later turn to Maldonia. 

Artemis has no clue that a bigger war is coming which will set out kingdoms on fire, Aurora has seen it in her dreams and it's for the Sweet Waters Throne in Maldonia. The end is uncertain but the ways are clearer, who will sit on the throne after the war to end all wars. The Bastard who's been denied his true claim to the Sweet Waters throne with the mighties fleet in the world and King Artemis of Maldonia who has Aurora and dragons breathing fire. 


         ~ Excerpt Scene ~

"Are you ready? A dragon is not a horse my love" Aurora expressed her concerns. 

"The dragons are ready to be claimed, Your Grace. I think it’s the perfect time for Artodo to take the skies and be claimed. He and the King have great relationship. He just needs to understand the words that’s all. "Torgo explained while looking at both Aurora and Artemis. 
"I understand the words." Said Artemis. "Incendio for fire and Valar for him to fly. I know some Low Moor too." 

It seemed Aurora wasn’t easily convinced, "Knowing the language of our ancestors doesn’t mean you can hang on to the dragon and take to the skies, especially since you are not just practicing. You are taking the dragon to the Mines, in clear daylight." 
"Exactly, that is the only way we can silence Lord Leoric. I cannot let him take advantage of my sister, I have to try…" 

Visera interrupted. "He’s ready, I can see it in his eyes." She said with a smirk. 

Aurora ordered Torgo. "Bring him outside," in Low Moor. Torgo nodded and walked inside the darkened cave with a fire torch. All five dragons were inside the cave perfectly chained. He went after Artodo, the biggest of them all. The black beast, standing at forty feet from head to tail with a wingspan of twenty feet. A terrifying beast to even stare at. 

Artemis took two deep breaths. "According to my ancestors history, the youngest dragon rider to ever took the skies was ten years old. You’ll be fine." Aurora teased Artemis after she noticed how nervous he was.

The dragon keepers placed a saddle on Artodo’s back and two strong handles made of iron and wood for Artemis to hang on to. Then, finally Aurora walked to Artodo — the black beast. She pulled in Artemis and they both touched the dragon’s right eye, soothing him before the take off. "This is your rider now Artodo, you are to obey him from this day forward to the last, as your mother commands." Aurora said this is Low Moor while the dragon hissed slowly. 

The dragon hissed and Aurora took it a sign that Artodo understood him. She took a step back and let Artemis take over. These two weren’t strangers to one another. Artemis’s touch wasn’t strange to Artodo and he silently lowered his left wingspan for Artemis to climb up. Carefully and slowly, Artemis mounted the black beast. It was no secret that he was scared. When he was on top of the dragon, Artemis smiled looking down and he suddenly exclaimed. "You all look like tiny bees from up here!" Aurora, Visera, Torgo and the dragon keepers laughed. 

Aurora walked to him and they looked at each other. Their dream finally came true;
"Promise me, you’ll come back alive." Said Aurora. 
"I promise." 
"And that you will not burn the Mines to the ground. If she disagrees with you, perhaps it’s time to let her go." This was what Artemis truly needed to hear so he may stop his obsession with saving his sister. 

When he was ready, he shouted to Artodo. "Valar Artodo," and right there the dragon’s feet pounded the ground heavy as it prepared for takeoff.

Sweet Waters Throne

The once friends had turned to foes in spilt second, now it was Gandalf who controlled the city and he had more men. One hundred and forty thousand strong, one hundred and twenty thousandof his men and the addition of twenty thousand who General Haul brought to the city, these men despised Castellan and they chose to stand with Gandalf.

Like they always say "An enemy of my enemy is my friend" and indeed these Prophisian men who still believed Taelins were usurpers were ready to side themselves with anyone who wanted the throne as long as it meant they will not support the Taelins.

Maybe Castellan had ignored the wounds that still lingered inside many hearts of Prophisians for quite some time. Mithandirs were cheated out of what was respectfully theirs, and good folks would never forget it. When Castellan stood before his own gates blooded and overly exhausted, he knew the end had come.

Chapter 81