Page 234 of The Doll and The Domination

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Skylenna

That apocalyptic puff of black smoke over the desert lands of Vexamen only meant one thing.

It wasn’t something the Nightamous Horde had to tell me.

It was something DaiSzek and I felt in our very core.

It was a call for help.

And as we raced into the face of an army larger than our own, DaiSzek and I showed no fear. No hesitation.

Our army follows behind us. Knightingale sprints as fast as she can yet is nowhere close to the otherworldly speed DaiSzek takes on. Wind beats against the front of my body, sending my hair and braids shooting away from my face like a long, golden flag. I grip DaiSzek’s long coat of fur, praying we aren’t too late, buzzing with anticipation of saving Dessin’s life.

The atmosphere of rain slaps against my cheeks, bringing the scent of deep water and blood spiraling up my nose. And something between DaiSzek and I changes as we see the horizon of an army aiming their sights on a small swamp in the distance. I feel an undeniable pull to them, like fishhooks cutting through my navel, dragging me to my soulmate. A bond that shoots fire down my spine as I ride DaiSzek into a war that will make history. That will fulfull a prophecy. It’s electricity transferring from his back into my hands, charging me with combustions of power. It ripples through the air around us.

“We need something stronger than just our fight, Dai,” I tell him as we eat away at the distance between us and the bald cypress tree.

DaiSzek is a descendant of the last living dragon that fought alongside our Fae king and Elven queen.

I gaze down at him. Those cinnamon eyes turning a bright shade of crimson.

It’s said that the last living RottWeilen can breathe fire like his ancestor. But only if he has a strong enough bond with his pack. The fae king, DaiSzek, used to merely close his eyes and imagine his enemies burning for his dragon to know when to strike. Do you think you have a bond like that?

His heavy paws beat into the earth like a drum of gods. The world rattles and shivers in fear at the great RottWeilen unleashing his fury, unraveling a power no one has seen in a thousand years. And it all clicks together as I hold onto his mane. Watching with gritting teeth and burning eyes as the army comes into focus, growing so near we can taste their adrenaline running thick in their pores.

DaiSzek can’t breathe fire.

Have you ever asked him to?

Well, no…

His strides quicken, practically levitating off the ground.

If he is the true alpha of his species, the last of his kind, then it should run hot in his blooddormant until his pack rides into battle, believing he can torch a path through the blood and clashing swords.

“Am I your pack?” I ask him with drops of rain splashing in my eyes.

My boy growls, revving up to sing his song of demise.

DaiSzek, used to merely close his eyes and imagine his enemies burning for his dragon to know when to strike.

“I’ve felt the connection to you since the day I found you as a child. You’ve always been mine. And I’ve always been yours.” My eyes water as the feeling bursts like lightning through my soul.

Do you think you have a bond like that?

“I love you, DaiSzek. I think we’ve always known this would be our moment. This is what we were meant to be.” And it simply feels like the right move to jump onto my feet, standing along the bulky length of his spine as I unsheathe our swords.

Twenty paces away from the small swamp, my family looks back at me, breaking my heart as I see their faces warped with the notion of one foot in their graves. Ready to die with honor. But there’s a glimmer of pride beaming from Dessin’s dark-mahogany eyes as he gazes upon my warrior stance, riding the back of the last living RottWeilen. In a single moment, he takes in my face painted like the reaper of Vexamen souls. The chains and armor and giant swords being raised by my fists.

And as if in slow motion, I toss him the sword of the fae king. And just as I do, their spirits reveal themselves to me. The warrior angels that came before us ride into battle at our backs, bowing their heads to me. It’s only now I realize the voice in my head guiding me through the prison has always been the soul of the elven queen, Knightingale. And even now as I wield her sword and ride the greatest monster alive, she’s with me. Dessin catches the bulky sword, filling him with a divine power that can only be gifted by God himself.

When you get out there, dashna, you’ll know when it’s time.

I do now. The front lines of the Vexamen Breed bolt toward us. DaiSzek doesn’t seem bothered because it’s time. And we both know it. My entire frame is lit with a force stronger than the gravity that moves the universe. Trembling, sweating, and levitating from the tips of my toes off DaiSzek’s back. I lean my head back with a smile contorting my face, and I close my eyes slowly, letting them roll back in my head as I believe in what the alpha of all RottWeilens is capable of.

I imagine my enemies burning to the ground.

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