It was dark. A cold wind floated softly across the seas and curled through the trees like fingers. Night.
In the navy, star-speckled skies silently floated a ship. Odd for such an otherworldly item to be hovering above Earth. Especially at night. Its black, sleek surface reflected the moonlight like water. An air bubble of clean glass seemed invisible. It was deathly silent.
Suddenly, a black shadow crossed the deck of the ship. A young woman hid amongst the shadows. The moon floated from behind a cloud, showing her features in full. She had long auburn-splashed chestnut hair with two blond highlighted bangs. Her dragon eyes were an incandescent teal-ish cerulean-one eye had an angel kiss by the pupil. She had black stripes streaked across her golden-tan skin. Two stripes on each cheekbone and two across her nose were the only stripes on her face besides a black upside-down crescent moon with a dot in the center known as a kiati.
Around her slender neck was a black collar/choker that had a sapphire stone cut rough like the symbol on her forehead. It swirled a blackish sky blue on the inside like smoke curling. She wore a black-and-sea green shirt with a pink heart and white cross-bones. Her black belt had a skull buckle around her waist. Her light blue kapris were rolled up to her knees. She had the same black-and-sea green headband with a skull pin on it. She also had strapped to her thighs were two holsters with black and green handguns.
But probably the most odd and interesting thing about this girl was that she had cerulean black-tipped dragon ears, cerulean black-tipped dragon tail, ivory hooked horns and black talons for feet. She was all together beautiful. She was Krystal Kantur; the Dragonite (half elf, half draconian/dragon) Princess. What was she doing on a war airship at 2 in the morning? You shall see.
Krystal quietly ran to a door across from her. She looked left, then right as she silently opened the door. A long corridor lay before her, and Krystal quickly rushed down it. There at the last door, past a few sleeping quarters, was an office and archives. She picked the lock and slipped in, closing and locking the doors behind her. It was a small room and a redwood desk sat in the center of the room in front of a large mantle with a lit fire. Krystal walked to the desk and looked it over. Hm…It's not here…. Let me check the archives…she thought and went to the left wall. It had a touch-screen with a search engine on it for easy file search. Krystal tapped in 'Assassin List' and the computer silently scrolled through the archives. A small "do doo" sounded and an alert popped up stating, "I'm sorry. There is no file called 'Assassin List' in out files. Please search again."
Krystal groaned. She thought hard before punching in 'Ketaru Esa,' or 'List of Disposal' in Dragonite. The computer flipped through the files again before a picture of the list popped up n the screen. Krystal silently celebrated before ordering the computer to print off a copy for her. A long wait before a slate of darkened wood popped out of a slot in the wall with parchment paper stapled to it. Krystal grabbed it and headed for the door. Then the knob jiggled. Krystal paused. The knob struggled to open again. A low cursing came from behind the door and Krystal heard the jingle of keys. She frantically looked around before diving behind the desk. She covered her head and held her breath.
The door opened and Krystal heard the heavy talons of someone walking in. She could hear a creaking as the person leaned over to look around before the trample of talons leave the room and the click off the door being locked. Krystal waited for a few minutes before peeking out from behind the desk.
No one.
She sighed heavily and briskly walked to the door. I'd better get out of here before - she had unlocked and opened the door when her stomach dropped and she saw the young man who had entered the room earlier.
Her brother, Tyson.
"Ty! Ah! Uh, how are you, dear brother?" Krystal asked, hiding the list behind her back. The tall, blond boy smirked. "Dear sister. What might you have been doing at this early in the morning in the Archives? And what's that behind your back?" he questioned. Krystal held her nose up. "You needn't know about little Tyson…."
Tyson shook his head and reached behind Krystal. He pulled out the list from her fingers and looked at the Dragonite Runes. "This is…" he started. "I know I know! It's the Ketaru Esa assignment! Give it back!" she snapped and grabbed the list back from her brother. Tyson looked at her with flecked green and grey eyes. "You know how dangerous that is…Don't you?" he asked, concern filling his words. Krystal's eyes softened. "Yeah…. But I heard their screams…I still hear them…I can't ignore it…"
Tyson bent down to eye-level with Krystal, cupping his hand on her cheek. "Krys, I know how much you want to help. But Dad and I have this under control. If you go back to Draconia and help Mom there, instead of being a stowaway, then you help us. Please realize that…You're only putting yourself in danger now…." – he pulled Krystal in his arms – "Please sister…"
Krystal looked away and put her hand on Tyson's arms. "I just have to do this…If I don't, they won't stop calling me. I don't know how many survived and I have to take the lives of those dragon-slayers. Please see that. If I don't take action, I won't be considered Princess. I am Krystal Kantur, second Heir to the throne of Draconia. I must help my people now," her words were quivering. Tyson hugged her tight. "Ok…." He answered reluctantly. Krystal looked up at him, her ears high. Tyson's grey ears twitched lightly. "But I'm sending someone with you." Krystal's ears dropped. "Who exactly?" she questioned warily. Tyson released Krystal and walked down the halls to a door. He grinned. "How about Tibo Sirrus?" he asked.
Krystal's jaw dropped. "You want to send someone younger than us to 'protect' me?!" she hissed. Tyson looked over at her. "Hey, he's one of my best soldiers and friend! Give him a chance Kryssy!!" he said in a cutesy tone. Krystal shuddered. "Don't call me that…I hate that pet name…" Tyson shrugged and knocked on Tibo's door. "Coming," they heard a muffled, tired voice say. The door opened and a 16-year-old shirtless boy was standing there, rubbing his eyes and yawning. "Yeaash…? He asked. Krystal giggled at the sight. His pure white bead head was ruffled and stuck up everywhere. His dark bronzed cheeks burned bright red and he quickly flattened out his hair.
Tyson cleared his throat and opened his palm. Tibo did the same as did Krystal. "You have a special mission tonight and until further notice. You must go down with my sister and guard her while she and you go incognito to discover the assassins of the Dragon Children. The Ketaru Esa mission is crucial to us all. I order you to do as Krystal says. Is that clear?" Tyson asked in his best Lieutenant Captain's voice. Tibo looked at Krystal again. "Y-Yes sir…" he responded shakily.
"What?"
"Yes sir!"
"Good. Ok, Krys, I am at your leave. You have total control of this mission and I'll cover up your tracks. Good luck and Di-sha," Tyson finished, flipping over his palm. "Di-se," the two answered and closed their palms. Tyson hugged his sister good-bye and Krystal kissed his cheek before he left the two. Krystal faced Tibo. "Ok…I guess we should prepare our stuff and head on out!" Tibo smiled at her. "Ok, meet me by the escape hatch when your ready," he said and ran back to dress properly and pack things. Krystal nodded and ran off to where she had hid-out. She packed up all her clothes and grabbed a large package before charging to the hatch.
Tibo stood there waiting for her. "Ah, ok. We need to get a good disguise…It needs to be believable. Can you do that?" he asked. "Yep, let me think of something…" she closed her eyes and thought before a figure of a perfect disguise came to her head. She smiled. "I got it…"
Krystal snapped her fingers and blue flames sparked up her arms. The flames raced around her, coveting her entire body. Slowly, the flames changed her form. Her horns reseeded into her head to just tiny, pointy stubs. Her ears changed long and pointed and fleshy like an elf's. Her feet changed to normal human feet and her tail shrank back into her body. The flames flickered away and left a more elfish. Krystal slowly opened her eyes as they swirled to milky heather blue. Her pupils changed round and soft, timber wolf grey. She smiled.
Tibo blinked. "A blind elf?" he asked, a little confused. Krystal flipped back her hair. "Yes. I'm actually not 'technically' blind. I can still see…Kind of…. I can sense the auras and aumas of living creatures. So they are like shadows outlined in lights. The auras tell me power levels, emotions, personalities et cetra, et cetra." She blinked and saw the shadow of Tibo outlined in a red aura that curled outwards. Tibo nodded. "Ok, that's cool…Nice choice…My turn…" he grinned smugly and stood with his feet together. Lightning of white and black shot around him. His body elongated and was covered in black scales. His red eyes changed more animal like. His horns grew larger around his black ears and his hair turned to a white mane down to his shoulders and chest. White stomach scales followed down and his back legs melded into his snaky body. White fur came from his tail and he grew much larger than a bus.
The spectral lightning went away and he looked down at Krystal. "All aboard…" he said. Krystal tied their stuff to his back and then climbed on, holding his mane tight. Tibo looked back at her. "Do you have a good grip?"
"Mmhmm..." Krystal said. Tibo opened the hatch and the rush of wind blew in their hair. Tibo slithered through the hatch and floated away from the ship after sealing the hatch door. He soared through the air down through the atmospheres and slowly decended down to Earth. Krystal smiled and lay her head on Tibo's soft fur. She closed her eyes and yawned, drifting into sleep….
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