Chapter 12
"Our first competitor is Kestrel the Traitor, whose charge we have already been informed of."
Scorch knew. He knew Scarlet's evil, twisted mind, how cruel she could be, and now he found a deeper, undeniably vile way for her to take out her carefully calculated revenge.
He saw. He saw the malicious grin on her face, her knowing of exactly what she was going to do.
"And our other competitor, Angel of the SkyWings, who is accused of helping prisoners escape," The small, pretty, and courageous-looking dragoness was backing up, on the defensive.
Most of the crowd was either booing or muttering about how Kestrel was given such an easy escape. I know why.
"Kestrel! Don't fight her! She's-she's…" His voice was lost over the stadium, and he was left helpless to watch Kestrel kill this dragon.
He saw Burn whisper, or yell, whichever one made no difference in the roaring spectators, to Scarlet, who stood up and flung her wings open, nearly knocking over Shimmer and Komodo, who were apparently dragged out during the commotion. "SILENCE!"
The voices immediately died down. Kestrel faced the dragonet in front of her, and Scorch flung himself across his tower, and yelled, "No!"
The prisoners adjacent to him looked at him like he was crazy, but his voice was not as loud as Scarlet or Vermillion, so the dragons in the arena and castle did not hear his desperate plea.
Kestrel took a step closer to the frail dragonet, who scowled, and attempted to dive under her wings. But Kestrel had years of training in Scarlet's army and under the mountain, so she stopped her halfway, pinning her to the ground.
The crowd roared with excitement, and rust-red dragon spun around and flung her opponent into the opposite wall and closed in.
Looking as if she had no remorse, the older female plunged her talons straight towards the dragonet's heart, whose beautiful green eyes Scorch could see from his cell, glimmered with pain for a few moments, and then dimmed. Shimmer strangely lashed her tail in annoyance.
Scorch felt some emotion piling up in him, not only for the pitiful small dragonet, but for Kestrel, who now looked up defiantly at the queen, who was applauding. "Well?"
"Well? Well, my dear Kestrel, congratulations on killing your one and only daughter."
Poor Kestrel. Did any of you guess that would happen? Explanations will be in a later chapter for everything! Thanks to those who keep on reading!