Disclaimer: My wishing star has issues
Summary: Remember Einon and Bowen's confrontation at the waterfall? And Bowen's blade came to rest on Einon's back as he shouted lessons? But he didn't hurt the tyrant king...here's a what if he did...
AN: Don't know if this is worth going any further, it would probably be only a couple of chapters long...if it goes past this chapter I may add OC's...
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Bowen's blade stayed in its sheath loosely while Einon's was drawn and waiting, he'd always been impatient.
The king was adjusting his stride in the river, and Bowen could feel the dragon's gaze lock on him from the other side of the waterfall as he jerked his blade free, slashing it into Einon's with a loud clang.
The two ended up switching sides of the river, Einon's back facing the shaken Kara and Bowen's fully exposed to Brok and the other knights.
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Brok growled in his throat, even after twelve years Einon was still a hot headed cocky boy...
Einon would make a mistake, and Brok was relying on Bowen's goodwill and caring for his former student to keep Einon's head on his shoulders, at least until Felton got the hell out of the way as there was no heir, it would up to the lords to take over.
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Kara could stare in disbelief...her blackmailing knight and her captor dueling to what would look like to one of their deaths.
Her knight...
Where had that come from?
She shook the thought away, focusing on the fight, even if he was a liar, Kara didn't want Bowen to get hurt.
And by the shifting shadow behind the waterfall the serenading dragon wasn't happy either.
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Einon ducked under one slash of Bowen's blade and parried another, then spun off the try to engage the old knight's other side.
"You never learn!"
Einon didn't understand the shout, as he stood up, at an angle to Bowen and sword in the wrong hand.
"Only expose your back to a corpse!"
Einon went to lean back and spin to face Bowen again, but his mentor's blade has already swinging down...
And connected right below Einon's shoulder blades.
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Everyone gasped at the king's pained shout as Bowen's blade sliced into Einon's back, he had meant to whack Einon with the flat of the blade but Bowen's wrist hadn't twisted fast enough.
He even tried to twist all too late, digging into Einon's back before recoiling in shock, wrenching the blade out in a split second.
Within barely a few seconds, Einon was sliced and then Bowen found a dagger shoved into his shoulder before Einon collasped screaming into the river.
But anything else was drowned out by sheer agonizingly loud roars from behind the waterfall.
Bowen had instinctively reached for Einon, even going so far as to shield to king with his back to the waterfall.
"Die Bowen, you and your dead beliefs." Einon growled trying to shove away from the knight but only managed to induce more pain.
"They were your beliefs."
"Never...mine..."
"You spoke the words...from your heart."
"I...vomited them up...'cause...I couldn't...stomach...them..."
Bowen was still in shock of the turn of events as Brok cam and yanked Einon from his arms, making the king scream even more and the roaring growing in intensity.
"...liar..." Bowen murmured as Brok held Einon on the saddle, charging away for the castle to save Einon's live, the king going pale from pain and blood loss, but his lips fading close to blue.
Like he couldn't breathe...
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Brok wanted to shove Felton into a wall as he harped on the king's condition and Brok's failure...
But his arms held the crying Einon, trying not to jar his wounds further as he took the king back to his bedchamber.
The only thing he could do was yell at Felton to get the healer and queen...
Bowen's blade had created a nasty, painful gash, but hadn't reached the king's spine, it wasn't deep, just excruciatingly painful and messy.
Once it healed over the king could slowly build back his muscle strength in moving his shoulders, but for now...
Einon wouldn't be doing a whole lot.
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Bowen could only stand shocked for a moment as the knights and king's men rode away, then he turned his attention to the roaring and splashing coming from the waterfall.
Kara opened her mouth to question him but he brushed her aside, ducking under the pounding water to find most of Draco's massive muzzle submerged, with all his thrashing he was drowning himself.
The girl had followed him closely, staring as Bowen went right up to the pained dragon, the dark cave was lit with sunlight and...
A sharp red glow...bleeding from the gaping wound in the dragon's back...
Behind his shoulders.
Bowen sharply slapped the dragon's face, shoving at the wet scales.
"Get. Your. Damned. Head. Outta the water!"
Draco must have heard him, suddenly jerking back to sit up halfway, vomiting up lung fulls of water and what ever he'd gotten down into his stomach, choking a little as he remembered to breathe.
Bowen moved to gently rub the only part he could reach of the dragon, his lower foreleg.
"Easy...what happened? Where are you hurt?"
"My...back...must've...hit the...cave...top..."
Kara looked up and felt a small drop of liquid hit her hand, the light was too dim to tell if it was blood or water...but by the way the dragon was reacting it didn't matter.
"Can you settle lower? Lay down at all? Would it aggravate the wound?"
Draco slowly eased himself back down, groaning deeply and clutching his chest as he finally evened his breathing out.
"Look to your own wound knight...I'll be fine..."
"Draco..."
"Bowen."
"A poke in the shoulder I'll live, now let me see..."
The dragon rolled away from Bowen when the man went to check the wound, groaning as the movement throbbed.
"It's...fine..."
The knight sighed and swayed on his feet, not wanting to give in when the dragon was in so much pain.
"Let me."
The two turned to see Kara standing knee deep in water, watching them closely.
Bowen sighed as Draco began slowly shifting to let his head lower to the damp cave floor without falling in the water.
"Could you fetch herbs? I'm afraid my knowledge of wounds ends at cleaning and stopping the bleeding."
She nodded then watched Bowen nearly fall against Draco before he used a hand to brace himself.
"I'll go, but you do no more than sit near him, both of you keep the other conscious."
She was gone a moment later after Bowen slowly eased himself onto the ground, leaning against Draco's side that expanded and collapsed haltingly.
"Draco..."
"Mmm? I'm awake..."
"Are you sure you won't let me look?"
"Bowen, neither one of us can stand at the moment."
"Will you be alright?"
"Until Kara returns? Yes."
"That's not what I meant."
"What about yourself?"
Bowen paused, hating the dragon's uncanny ability to know when something was amiss.
"Eventually."
Draco mumbled something before rousing himself with a shake that induced a sharp moan.
"I'll be fine a few days..." The dragon murmured, staring at the pounding falls, as persistent as the throbbing of his own tormented heart.
To placate my muse I wrote this...should I continue? Or it alright from here?
Just a random thought...