Confusion& Memories
Part two
You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.
“I will see you on the front son” His father said with a monotone voice. “Dracolus, Dracona!” He barked. “Let us prepare for this crisis.”
The two Unikronogon’s snapped into a crisp salute and fell in behind him to the royal armory. As they left the room Draco scowled at his siblings.
“Fucking bootlicks.” He thought to himself angered by how his father has almost total control over his brother and sister. Draco sighed. He trotted over to the window of the war room and looked over at the pack of dragons outside.
Felious sat majestically on a bolder, cleaning his claws with a mild flame with a bored expression on his face, a few feet away Dionma lay on the ground sleeping with little puffy clouds of poison smoke puffing in and out of her nostrils killing the grass around her head. Draco face hoofed. “She’s already asleep?” And finally Electrose was up in the sky’s flying around with amazing agility breaking up clouds and catching the occasional unfortunate bird in his jagged maw. “Energetic as always.” Draco chuckled to himself.
Draco begun to think about the grave battles that lie ahead. “Are they really ready for this?…Am I really ready for this?” Draco never had time to think about this subject, but now that he thought about it, he began to imagine all the death and bloodshed of the enemy and of his kinsmen. As he started to panic, something touched his shoulder and a warm feeling ran through his veins and he felt a calming bliss in his mind.
A feminine voice spoke to him. “You will do fine my child, as will they; you have little to worry about, Draco.”
Draco turned to see an averaged height dark purple coated, turquoise scaled, golden eyed, long dark green mane’d Unikronogon mare with a warm expression on her face as she looked down at Draco.
Realizing who it was, Draco gave an embrace to the figure before him. “Mother, how are you?” Draco said glad to see the one person in this village that actually stands up to his father besides himself. She had never liked his warmongering ethics and how his brother and sister followed them so willingly.
“What are you doing here, I thought you hated being in the war room?” the reason for this question was simple. She hated war, violence, and unnecessary bloodshed. She always did prefer the diplomatic approach. She could turn any meeting and trading embassy into a tax rather than a trade, she could turn anything in her favor that had to do with foreign affairs. But she lacked the social skills necessary to have an active social life, and in turn, made her seclude herself from many and focus on her alchemy research and her enchanting, it is her specialty after all. In less it has something to do with a meeting or her family.
“Well.” She hummed in her angelic tone. “I caught wind that my ‘husband’ has dispatched you and your companions to the front lines despite all my efforts to make him reconsider his decision, But alas he was determined that you and your new pack will be a key aspect in this war.” She said with an angered look in her eyes. “And sense your father is not giving any ground in his decision, I will instead of fighting him, prepare you for what is to come.” Her gaze hardened as she looked her very flesh and blood in the eyes.
Draco thought for a moment on what his mother said and opened his mouth to say something but Dracaena cut him off. “I want to give you some things for you while you’re out there.” She said as her horn acquired a yellow aura to it and in a flash she was gone.
Draco sat patiently waiting for his mother to return with the items she spoke of wondering what she was going to give him, only to be interrupted by a yellow flash of light revealing his mother’s form as well as a chest next to her on the ground.
“Draco, this was supposed to be for you when you reached adulthood, but seeing you are going to need it sooner than that, I give you my very own soulstone.” She said while opening the chest at her side and levitating it up to her son to take
He was fascinated by the deep red stone about the size of one of his eyes flouting in front of him, it had an unnatural shine to it. As if it had never been touched by dust sense its creation. “I have put a part of my soul in it already to ensure that if I die, my soul will be collected and I will be able to watch over you when I am gone.” She said in a sincere tone showing some distress as well. “Even when I pass away, I will still guide you through this. From your darkest hours and your finest, I will grant you my skills in the silver tongue and advise you on your path of life. And no matter what, you will never be alone.” She finished with a slight smile.
Draco was grateful of the honor just bestrode upon him, But then he realized what this meant, a passing of a soulstone. “Mother. Draco said in a disheartened tone. “You speak as if you are going to die soon, do you think that you will not survive this crisis?”
Dracaena sighed and looked at her son with a myriad of emotions running through her mind. “Draco, I have been sent an image of what is to come. Not only will I die… but everyone else as well.” She said with downcast eyes.
This hit Draco in the gut like a stone. Knowing that every one of his friends, all of his family were going to die because of some strange enemy with unknown motives. He felt a sudden rage overcoming his despair. Why? Why was this happening to him, to his people? It was unfair, unjust, and just evil. Why would this happen to us?
His musings where cut off again by his mother’s voice. “But you will survive.” and then her horn started to glow and his vision started to blur. “I will make sure of it!” This was the last thing he heard before his world went black.
Flashback end.
“And then I woke up at that accursed place finding that I was only about nine years old instead of thirteen and in my bag where three dragon eggs, one blue and yellow, one green and gold, one black and purple, and my mother’s soulstone.” Draco finished his tale and looked into the fireplace using a fire poker to spur on the flames.
Phantom looked at the scaled pony with a mixture of sorrow and wonder for all he had learnt about the now again thirteen year old colt. “Wow.” That was all he could say with all the thoughts running through his mind.
Draco suddenly got out of his chair and trotted towards his bag that lay by his bed and brought it back to the fire. Opened it and placed three eggs on the fire as gently as he could. ”Goodnight my children.” He then looked over to Phantom and began to speak. “We should get some sleep so we can be prepared for what this place might be, and I can tell you’re exhausted as it is.” Then he trotted over to his bed and got under the covers, enjoying the luxurious feeling of the red fabric. It was official; red was his new favorite color.
Phantom saw this as a sign and went to his own bed and flopped down on it. Relaxing at the feel of the fabrics touch. Then he heard Draco say his name.
“Phantom?”
“Yah?”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Right back at you.”