The Dragon's Stone (Rewrite)

Chapter 5

A/Ns: So, ahem, I'm going to get killed pretty soon…. Maybe…. So, um… *hides*

*I'm willing to take questions about this story from readers, if you so wish to. Just PM me, or if a guest user, say in your review.

Kaito was desperate for a distraction. Anything, and he meant anything, would be helpful. The incident from a couple of nights ago was still floating around his mind. He, nor Rio or Ryouga, had seen Droite since she had brutally killed Cecilia, the queen dragon of Mizael's Dragon Keep. Mizael, of course, was furious; he ordered his guards to find and capture the person responsible for his prized dragon's death. Of course, Droite had essentially disappeared from the castle, as if she had never existed. She had only left behind her kimono as evidence of her residing there.

Galaxy had mysteriously not come back to the Empire, either. A few hours after Droite had vanished, he said he'd needed to take a trip for himself (whatever that had meant). Then, switching to dragon form as soon as the spell had worn off, he had jumped off the balcony of Kaito's room and sailed into the sunrise. It wasn't helpful when Galaxy could shut off his connection to Kaito at will.

So here he was, sitting in a chair, staring out over the castle grounds, a scowl on his face.

"Stressed?" came Rio's voice from the doorway. Kaito turned around in his chair, raising an eyebrow at the Queen's appearance.

"You have absolutely no idea," the blonde muttered, dropping his head. "Ever since Droite killed Cecilia, I haven't been able to sleep at all."

"Neither have I," she replied, coming over and sitting on the chair across from him. "She's a monster, a complete, total monster."

"You may think that," Kaito began, sitting straighter in the chair, "But I believe there might be a reason as to why… she is the way she is."

"Oh?" Rio crossed her arms, leaning forward. Her white dress shifted as she moved. "Explain."

He simply scowled further. "Galaxy told me that Droite reacted to the painting of Lucifer fighting Fernrir and Alico. He said that she stated that, and I quote, 'man shall suffer eternally, dragons will rule eternally. Any idea what that means?"

"Hm." Rio sighed, placing her chin on her hand as she thought. "You know, there's a legend about the Dragon-Winged people, beyond the Dead Man's Forest."

Kaito raised his eyebrow again. "Do tell."

Rio blinked, bringing anything about the legend she remember from her lessons as a child. "The Dragon-Winged were a group of people who were not human nor dragon, yet a combination of the two. Some had more dragon in them than human; these people were called the Royal Family, or the Chrysanthos. The more human ones were simply called hybrids, and didn't have much power compared to the Chrysanthos. It was said that they were leaders of the land and that the first of the dragon riders killed them off." Leaning back, she brushed her bangs from her face. "I believe that girl you brought here is a Chrysanthos."

"And why do you believe such pious blather?" Kaito questioned.

Rio huffed. "She has wings, for one thing," she stated. "She also eats raw meet, if you haven't noticed. And those wings of hers are golden, just like the Chrysanthos." She shook her head. "Kaito, she might be here to take her kingdom back!"

"Well, whatever her reason is for being here, she's not nearly as amazing as you are, Rio," Kaito said, smirking. The blue-haired girl blushed deeply.

"Liar," she mocked. The blonde leaned forward and kissed her deeply, making her squeak, but kiss back. Smiling, he pulled away before patting her gently on the head.

"Go get some sleep," he said, quietly. Rio stood, blushing, and strode from the room.

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'Explain to me why we're out here, Droite,' Galaxy said while hovering over the forest as quietly as he could. Now, in dragon form, he kept up with the winged woman, but he was in charge of carrying her newborn brood. She simply stared at him as she hovered beside him, eyes aglow in the moonlight.

"I have to catch food for my children and I," she answered, calmly, quietly. Her tail was held out nearly straight from her rear for balance while her golden wings flapped heavily. Those fangs, her beautiful and long fangs, were fully elongated, making her a dangerous beauty.

'Ah, I see,' was the only thing he said. The green dragon, named Drogon, was clinging to Galaxy's shoulder while staring at down at the ground. Drogon's siblings, a female violet dragon named Athanasia and a blue male dragon named Euphemious, were simply curled up underneath Galaxy's crest.

"Now be quiet, I sense an animal approaching," Droite hissed, sending a glare at the elder dragon, who just growled at be ordered around. Gazing down into the forest, she took a hunting position while flying, arching her back and tail, preparing to shoot down into the branches below. She listened, hard, for just the tiniest hint of the doe she could smell.

A twig snapped.

Droite immediately soared downwards, claws outstretched, fangs bared, and ripped through the branches before landing right on top of the doe. Clamping both her mouth and sharpened nails into the deer, the animal let out a strangle noise before falling to the ground. The winged woman smiled as she pulled her mouth away from the deer's neck, pulling open the chest cavity and pulling out the heart and lungs; the vital organs needed for a dragon's growth.

Flying back up, she perched on Galaxy's shoulder while leaning down to Drogon, Athanasia, and Euphemious. The baby dragons raised their heads, craning their necks, and chomped down on the food brought to them rather noisily. Droite smiled, patting each little dragon on the head with her bloodied hands.

Galaxy snorted. 'Can we go back now, Droite?' he asked. 'Veiss and Kaito will be worried.'

At the mention of the blonde's name, she growled. "Fine," she murmured. "But put me and my dragons by Kaito's room. I need to speak with him."

'Alright,' the elder dragon answered, before flying off.

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Kaito was just barely getting ready to fall asleep when the doors to the balcony flew open. He turned around, frowning at who he saw standing there: Droite, with a rather large heart in one hand while one of her dragons was curled in the other.

"I figured I might find you here," she said in near monotone, as if irritated. "I need to speak to you."

"About what?" he asked, forgoing a shirt and deciding just to go without it, leaving him in his brown pants.

"Who you choose to trust and love," she said, coming forward. She had replaced her nearly burnt sheath with a leather top and shorts, allowing her wings and tail freedom. Her hands were bloody, as was her mouth, hair, and clothes.

"What do you mean?" the blonde questioned.

Before she decided to answer, Droite threw the heart in the air before blowing a stream of fire from her mouth towards the fleshy pump, cooking it. As it fell into her hands, her dragons converged on the heart, tearing into it hungrily. "Rio and Ryouga are enemies of my clan, Kaito," she spoke quietly, coming even closer. As she stood face to face with him, he could see the opening of a spark pouch underneath her tongue as she talked. "You love Rio dearly, you serve Ryouga loyally, you even care for the arrogant dragon caretaker. But, I advise you, not all of who you care about are friends." Leaning forward, so that her lips were right next to his ear, she whispered, "Choose carefully, human. Your choices will decide whether or not you die."

Whipping back around, she then headed towards the door, placing a hand over the handle. Before she left, she turned and asked, "When is your wedding?"

"In two months," Kaito replied, eyes on the floor.

"Good," Droite said, smiling evilly and exiting the room.

A/Ns: OH! What's Droite planning, eh? Review!