Author's note: I am posting this under public advisement not to do so. The name for the OC was carefully selected.
The Animus Chef That Didn't Use Ingredients
Everyone knew that animus magic had its limits. It couldn't create food, that was common knowledge. What could Queen Glory do when tales of Stormywatch's prowess sprung up? It was inconceivable but every dragon told tales of the chef's mastery. He was able to create food without using any ingredients at all.
Queen Glory decided she must investigate the rumor when Stormywatch headed to her domain, the Rain Forest. He wasn't even from this continent.
"Greetings, Queen Glory," he said. The dragon was a HiveWing, something she never saw before. He traveled alone.
She couldn't take her eyes off his strange wings that reminded her of insects. Her guards were nearby, of course, providing her safety. She was queen of the RainWings. "How are you able to create food with animus magic?"
"It's a secret."
"Can you show me?"
He presented her with a contract. She would eat everything he created for a week. She could even watch him prepare. "My cuisine might not be to your liking." A contract bound by animus magic, death was the alternative.
Undeterred, everyone loved his culinary perfections, why should she be any different? "It's a deal." She signed it with her guards gasped when they saw what had occurred.
His reputation was legendary but he never prepared food alone for anyone and Queen Glory didn't allow any assistance except herself. Glory was also the first female ever to taste his creations. It took him an extremely long time to prepare his first meal alone. It was for royalty too nonetheless. She was even allowed to watch per the agreement they signed.
The queen was eager to eat his creation not knowing his secrets. As soon as it hit her tongue she pretended to be clumsy spilling it all over the place.
He salvaged some of his creation off the queen's face feeding it to her. "Maybe, you should help me next time."
"How can someone like this?" She wretched trying not to throw up but throwing up was not allowed. She would have to consume the contents one way or another.
"I told you, my cuisine might not be to your liking."
She remembered the agreement they signed.
She decided to watch the chef prepare. No dragon could like that vile concoction he prepared. The tales must be wrong. She couldn't believe what she witnessed with her eyes. She screeched, "That's not food!"
He was covering his ears from the offending sound. "It is in Pantala," he said. "Dragons in Pyrrhia seem to like it too. You are of course the first dragoness ever. You're free to help if you think you can improve the taste."
"No, no thank you," she watched with horror.
"There's only twenty meals left including this."
"Is there any way we can terminate the deal?"
"Tell you what, finish this meal and agree to sing praises about my skill and we'll call it even."
"It's a deal." Despite what she wanted, she couldn't violate the contract she herself signed. She forced down his vile creation one last time.
She sang praises of his skill but back in her mind she wondered if he was really that good or if they had all been coerced.
Stormywatch mused how easy it was to get even royalty to cower. He wondered if he could become king! A HiveWing within the continent of Pyrrhia.
Additional notes: I sincerely hope that this story gives people nightmares when they read. Feel free to send a PM to suggest ideas that you want to see written.