Barely a month after the resurrection of Queen Elenar…
To the southeastern coast of the northern continent, a proud dragon city shimmered brilliantly in the dead of night. It was called Faeshrine. Once the home city of the poison dragons, it had steadily grown to become the City of Wonders during the Twilight War.
Faeshrine was surrounded in all three borders by the Mushroom Forest, ever since it was placed there after Spyro re-shaped the world.
A portal of shadows emerged upon the staircase of the largest building in the city: the Headquarters of the Faeshrine Trading Company. Nearby canine soldiers immediately stood at the ready to impale the unknown force with their spears. But as Dona emerged from the shadows, she pulled her head back and sneered at the guards.
"Calm down, you idiots." She snorted. "It's just me."
The guards exchanged uneasy glances before stepping back. Dona snorted again and strode forward up the staircase. But the dragoness didn't get far before a Tiger in leather armor appeared at the doorway. Dona came to a stop and balked as two little balls of light appeared from behind the tiger and approached. She snorted as glitter fell down upon her muzzle.
Dragonflies… She grumbled internally.
Dragonflies had made the Mushroom Forest their home for hundreds of years. The sudden relocation of the forest to the Far East didn't change that in the slightest.
"She's clean." The red dragonfly said as he landed on the tiger's shoulder. The other dragonfly, a blue one, floated just behind Dona and watched her suspiciously.
"What's your business here, dragon?" The tiger demanded.
"Did you all seriously forget who I am?" Dona demanded. She reached inside her robes and pulled out a small scroll capsule. "I've come to deliver a message to your employer."
"Hmm…" The tiger looked at the blue dragonfly. "See if she's telling the truth."
The blue dragonfly immediately circled around and around Dona's head, scattering more glitter allover her. The dragoness just groaned and waited for the screening to end.
"She's speakin' the truth." The blue dragonfly declared. Dona grimaced; dragonfly magic was always strange and alien when compared to dragons.
"Fine then…" The tiger stepped back and pushed the doors open. "But don't cause any trouble, missy."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" Dona snorted. "Just like how I didn't cause trouble the last SIX TIMES I've been here. Arsehole."
The shadowy dragoness strode forward into the building.
The interior of the room was huge. The white stone walls were decorated with portraits of dragons and other creatures from Faeshrine's history. The floors were covered in a fine red rug. Beings of every race rushed left and right, each one apparently busy with some job or another. Done sighed; it was almost like a second home at this point.
Dona approached a female cheetah behind a receptionist desk on the other side of the room. "Hmph, excuse me."
The receptionist adjusted her spectacles as she appraised Dona with a bored look. "May I help you?"
"Of course." Dona snorted. "I've got an urgent message from Queen Elenar…" Saying it made her scowl "…of the city of Warfang."
She showed the scroll to the receptionist, who appraised it curiously.
"I'm to give it to Faeshrine's leader DIRECTLY." Dona flashed a toothy grin.
"Hmm…" The cheetah looked up at Dona. "Well, Miss, the President of the FTC isn't currently here right now. He's been away on a business trip for some time. But, lucky for you, he's scheduled to return within the next couple of hours."
"Hmph… Of course." Dona wracked her talons on the floor. How typical of the arrogant amethyst to make her wait.
"If you'd like, Miss, I could have someone bring you to one of the spare guest bedrooms for you to wait until he arrives." The cheetah continued.
"Fine by me…" Dona snorted. "I'm tired anyway. Just make it quick, lady."
The receptionist nodded, and then hit a few buttons on a strange speaker-like device on her desk. She picked up the device and cleared her throat before speaking into it.
"Mr. Flame, please report to the front receptionist's desk immediately."
After a short while, a young dragon stepped out of a stairwell across the way and approached.
The youngling had a bright red hide and an orange underbelly. His wing membranes and horns were yellow, the latter of which stuck diagonally outwards just behind his eyes. He had a vibrant orange mane, which was tied back in a tiny ponytail. Some of the mane hairs fell over the front of the brown goggles he wore. A brown cloak fell over his wings and sides, and a few pieces of silver jewelry decorated his left forepaw.
The youngling was followed by a green dragonfly, which was just about the red dragon's age.
"Hiya, Miss Jess." Flame said. He lifted up his brown goggles and looked at the receptionist with his red eyes.
"Mr. Flame, I need you to take this woman to the nearest bedroom on the upper floors." The cheetah said. "She has a scroll that she wishes to deliver directly to the President when he arrives."
"What does the scroll say?" Flame asked.
"That's neither your, nor my business." The receptionist turned back to Dona. "When you arrive at the bedroom, you're expected to be patient. And keep the peace for yourself and everyone else who might be seeking an audience with the President."
"Yeah, yeah…" Dona stuck her snout in the air.
The cheetah then turned back towards Flame and the dragonfly.
"Now, you two are to respect this woman, and be sure to answer any questions she has that you're authorized to answer. Neither one of you is allowed to ask to read the contents of her scroll." The cheetah cocked an eyebrow. "Is that understood?"
The youngling nervously scratched his head with a wing-thumb, while the dragonfly hid behind his friend's face. Dona leaned back and grinned; she vaguely remembered these two as being notorious trouble-makers in her previous visits.
"Yes, Ma'am." The Red dragon said.
"What about you, Arthur?" The cheetah asked the dragonfly.
"Yes, Ma'am." The dragonfly repeated.
"Alright, then. Off with you."
The two bowed their heads and turned around to lead Dona toward the stairs. Dona smirked and made to follow them.
"I hope you enjoy your stay in the Faeshrine Trading Company's main building." Jess said. "And I also hope we can conduct full business with little to no complications."
"Yeah, sure…" Dona grunted. The shadowy dragoness followed after the younglings, and the three of them made their way up the stairs. She lightly flashed her fangs as she looked down at the scroll.
I wonder what he'll think.
~~…~~
The small sailing vessel came to an abrupt stop at the port at the southern most edge of Faeshrine. The two moles got to work extending the gangplank. Several avians flew through the air and came to a landing onboard to unload the cargo on the ship. A dozen canines and felines walked up to the edge of the ship, all armed to the teeth with weaponry. But they weren't about to apprehend some dangerous criminal; they were bodyguards, ready to get to protect their President as he emerged from below deck.
"Ahh…." The purple dragon took a whiff of the salty air. "Home sweet home."
The merchant adjusted his gold cloak as he made his way along the gangplank with a confident smirk. He was quickly followed by his daughter, who kept her black robes tight against her body. Just after them came the red dragon, who flourished his cloak as he walked between the two purple dragons.
The trio were soon surrounded by the bodyguards, who got into formation around them.
"Good evening, gentlemen." The merchant smiled. "Please escort us to the FTC Headquarters.
The bodyguards grunted their obedience and led the way. Some of them gathered up some personal supplies under the merchant's direction; mostly just private belongings and articles of clothing. The merchant walked slowly and confidently as citizens flocked to see the arrival of their leader; just as they were always happy to do whenever he came back home. The dragoness and the red drake stayed calm as they walked after him.
The purple dragon went by several titles: The Arrogant Amethyst, The Wizard of Faeshrine, and The President of the Faeshrine Trading Company. But truth be told, his most favorite title was always: the merchant.
During the trip toward the FTC HQ, the merchant occasionally glanced down at his daughter's robes. She was especially careful to keep a certain spot of her cloak from being been; it had been damaged when she emerged from below deck. The merchant did his best to keep the people from looking in her direction long enough to notice something out of the ordinary.
"You need to be more careful, dear." He scolded. "Who knows what would have happened if someone saw what you were hiding."
"I'm sorry, father." The girl replied solemnly. "I didn't mean for it to happen."
The merchant sighed.
"It's alright, dear." He stated. "At least you weren't harmed too badly: I suppose you're finally getting the hang of your healing magic."
"Perhaps we should purchase some robes that are of a more durable material." The red drake suggested.
"Hmm, perhaps…" The purple dragon nodded.
When the three dragons approached the front steps of their home, the FTCHQ, the bodyguards stepped out of the way for them to walk up the staircase. At the top of the stairs, the guards smiled warmly and got out of the way.
"Hail and well met, Mr. President and Vice President!" They declared.
"Good evening." The purple drake smiled back.
"How was your trip, Sirs?" The tiger guard asked.
"Pleasant enough, Charles." The red dragon replied. He and his employer never stopped as they walked inside.
The three dragons walked across the lobby and approached the receptionist's desk, his bodyguards close behind. Jezebel, the cheetah receptionist, greeted him warmly.
"Welcome home, Sirs." She said. "And you as well, little lady."
"Hi..." The dragoness said halfheartedly
"Have my other children been doing well since I left?" The merchant asked.
"Why yes." The cheetah replied. "They've missed you, though."
The purple adult chuckled. "I'll go check on them soon enough, then."
"I must say, you have incredible timing, sir." Jezebel stated. "Just like you always do."
"Oh?" The dragon cocked an eye ridge
"Yes. A few hours ago, a dragoness arrived from Warfang with a scroll. She said it was from someone named 'Queen Elenar.'"
The merchant briefly widened his eyes, and then sighed. He gazed down at his daughter, who rumbled internally.
"Elenar?" The youngling repeated, trying not to sound astonished.
"Elenar…" The red dragon clicked his tongue. "Haven't heard that name in a long time."
"Hmm… the guest must be Dona." The merchant scratched his beard. "If it safe to assume that Flame and Arthur brought out guest up to one of the spare bedrooms?"
"Right as always, Sir." Jezebel bowed her head.
"Very well." The merchant gave a flourish of his cape before turning toward the stairwell. "Let's go give our friend the audience she so crazes. Come along, dear."
"Yes, father." The young dragoness stated.
"Have a good evening, Jezebel." The purple adult quickly added afterwards.
"Likewise, sir."
~~…~~
The three dragons made their way up the stairs and down a few corridors. Along the way, the purple dragon scratched his chin in thought.
A message from Elenar. He snorted. I'm sure she's got quite a story to tell us.
The trio came to a great double-doorway and pushed it open to walk inside. They ventured forth into the main office of the entire building.
Once upon a time, it was a king's throne room, and it still held onto much of the splendor from the old days. The ceiling was painted with a grand arrangement of various events from history. A giant ball of white magical fire kept the room illuminated. The walls were decorated with fine ornaments, and the floor was covered completely in a fine golden rug. On the other end of the room was a great golden cushion, placed before a finely-crafted mahogany desk.
Crowded around the desk were the senior partners of the Faeshrine Trading Company.
"Look alive!" The red dragon exclaimed to the group, drawing their attention. "The master of the house is back again."
"Good evening, my friends." The purple dragon grinned as he approached.
Each member held a large amount of wealth and power in the company; and of course, the purple dragon was their leader. He was the one who kept everyone from trying to kill each other for more wealth and power.
The senior partners gasped and bowed their heads as the merchant approached with his daughter.
The red dragon walked around the group and came to stand at the center of the senior partners; he usual preferred spot for meetings. Standing off to the side of the senior partners was a young red dragon with a green dragonfly. The younger dragon's face perked up in delight upon seeing the adult red dragon step forward.
"Dad!" The youngling exclaimed. He stepped forward and wrapped himself about the adult dragon's foreleg in a tight hug. The adult red drake grunted and put on a soft smile as he patted his son on the head.
"Welcome back, Flamaedelus." A panther said in a mischievous tone. "Back from your high-seas adventures, are we?"
"Hmph." The red dragon snorted as he looked up from his son. "Indeed I am."
Flamaedelus-Anthony had been the merchant's second-in-command since just before the war began. He was always the go-to dragon for keeping the others in line. Granted, the most recent voyage was for a special occasion; he needed to provide a little boost when it was needed.
Flamaedelus has his son scoot back so he could turn around to address the other senior partners. Meanwhile, the panther turned her eyes toward the purple dragon as he came to a stop in the middle of the floor.
"Jezebel told us that a messenger from Warfang has arrived with a scroll for you, Mr. President." She said. "Can I hazard a guess as to who it is?"
"Just a friend of mine, working behind enemy lines." The purple drake snorted.
"We'll send for her immediately." Said a tigress in a noble dress to the left. She glanced down at the young dragon and dragonfly. "Boys, go bring the guest here at once."
"But can't I spend time with Dad for a bit?" The young dragon pouted.
"Do as you're told, Flame Jr." The adult red dragon scolded. "We can make up for lost time later."
"But…" The younger Flame's face drooped.
"Get to it, Junior." The tigress said. "And Arthur, make sure he doesn't get lost again."
"Mess, Miss Melody." The younglings said in unison. The two walked around the senior partners and passed quietly by the merchant and his daughter. Though along the way, Flame quickly leaned in to whisper to the dragoness's ear frill.
"Welcome back."
The dragoness didn't say a word; she didn't even look at him. Flame frowned at that, and sighed before continuing on his way out the doors.
It wasn't long before Flame and Arthur returned to the main office with Dona right behind them. The shadowy dragoness strode forward with a smug gait as she came to a stop before the merchant and his senior partners.
"Good evening… Bergan." She said clearly and confidently.
The senior partners rumbled nervously; most of them avoiding addressing their leader by name. But the purple dragon wasn't phased; he just leaned back in his cushion and appraised the dragoness curiously.
"I'm pleased bask in your greatness." Dona continued. "I've arrived from Warfang, with an urgent message from Elenar."
"Mhm…" Bergan scratched his chin. "Show it to me."
Dona walked around the merchant's daughter and placed the scroll on the table. She passed it forward to Bergan, who lifted it up to open the seal. The purple dragon leaned back and read the contents of the scroll aloud to the senior partners.
Most of what the letter said appeared to be printed:
Greetings, people of the dragon realms
I am Queen Elenar, of the Dark Dragon race. My kind has recently come out of hiding, and through a long string of events, we have come to acquire the city of Warfang. But we do not wish to ignite the fires of hostility. Instead, I formally invite all the leaders of every dragon city and settlement to meet in the city of Warfang. I wish to have a peaceful negotiation with the dragons of Light. Each ruler may bring with them as many representatives as they wish. If they also wish to bring their sons or daughters to attend, that is fine too. The Council will be held three weeks after the time of this writing. I gratefully await you in Warfang.
Signed cordially,
Queen Elenar.
As Bergan read the scroll aloud, the other senior partners in the room proceeded to mumble amongst themselves. The purple dragoness had a look of shock and alarm about her, as if the further along the message went, the underlying message sank further and further into her mind.
"The dragoness Elenar is alive?" She whispered, awestruck. She shook on her paws, unable to comprehend it any longer. She turned on her feet and fled from the room quick as a flash. Bergan watched her go with a frown.
"Should we go after her, sir?" Flamaedelus asked.
"No need..." He stated. "Just give her time to think on this by herself."
Flame and Arthur had watched as the dragoness fled too. The young red dragon sighed sadly. The older red dragon reached down and lightly rubbed the youngling's head in comfort.
Bergan looked down at the scroll again. He read the last part of it to himself, which was paw-written:
I truly hope we can put the past behind us, Bergan.
When Bergan finished reading the scroll, he rolled it up and put it away.
"Heh heh heh…" he chuckled.
"Sir?" One of the senior partners, another dragon, asked. Bergan set the scroll down on the desk and burst out laughing.
"So, dear Elenar is alive." He said with a smirk. "This is good news. Yes, very good news indeed. It sure took them a while to bring her back…"
"The scroll says that you've been invited to Warfang to meet with other Dragon leaders for some sort of Council." Melody said. "Will you be going, sir?"
Bergan faced away from them, looking down at the scroll.
"No, I don't think I will." He dusted his cloak off and grinned. "I simply have too much to do at the moment." He turned and glanced at Flamaedelus. "You'll be going to Warfang in my stead."
"Understood, sir." He said swiftly.
"Now, then..." Bergan adjusted himself on his cushion. "I wish for everyone else in this room besides myself and our guest to leave. I wish to speak with her, alone."
"As you wish, Mr. President."
In a short moment, all of the other senior partners, and well as the young dragon and his dragonfly companion, had left the chamber. This left Bergan and Dona by themselves.
Once the Purple dragon was sure that the two dragons were alone, he got up from the desk and smiled.
"It's so nice of you to drop in again, Dona." He said warmly. "I almost didn't recognize you without your old disguise."
Dona blew black mist from her nostrils. "It's nice to see you again, too, Bergan. But that doesn't mean I'm not still mad at you."
"Hmm?" Bergan walked around the desk to stand before her. "Is something the matter? Didn't everything happen exactly the way I said it would?"
"Yes, things went off exactly the way you said." Dona grumbled. "Cyrus ran off to perform the ritual, Baneth's victory was absolute, and Elenar was brought back, whoop dee doo…" She made a gesture with her forepaw. "You were even right about Malefor's resurrection and Bane's martyrdom."
"So, what's the problem, then?" Bergan frowned.
"The PROBLEM is all the stuff you DIDN'T tell me." Dona snapped and poked him in the chest. "You didn't tell me that they'd catch on that I was involved in Cyrus running away somehow! NOR did you tell me that I'd be running into VODEN of all dragons!"
"Hey, I didn't want to spoil EVERYTHING." Bergan smirked. "Surprises make life worth living. After all…" He pushed Dona's forepaw out of the way. "Weren't you happy to see your old friend again?"
"I… You…" Dona gnashed her fangs and tried to suppress a blush. "The point still stands: I didn't know how to handle the situation. I'm lucky they still let me keep my rank as a Deep Shadow."
"Yes, and good for you." Bergan nodded.
"Will you take this seriously?" Dona demanded. "I won't be able to use my recourses and power if I'm stripped of my rank and title! It's all the regality that I've been able to keep after all these years of humiliations!"
"Perhaps some other little glimpse into the future will help you relax…" Bergan leaned in to whisper into Dona's ear frill. "It's a girl."
Dona gasped. She flushed once again, but this time for a new reason. She looked down at her belly; she'd felt a teeny little lump forming in there for quite some time.
"I see that you still have feelings for Voden." Bergan said as he walked around the shadowy dragoness. "Despite all of your attempts to push him away, despite your efforts to make yourself a cold-blooded killer… your heart still melts under his warm flames."
"Sh-Shut up." Dona snapped.
"Well, don't get snappy with me, my dear." Bergan clicked his tongue dismissively. He motioned toward the doors with his head. "Come: take a walk with me."
The shadowy dragoness gave a brief snarl as she followed the purple dragon out of the office. "Where are we going?"
"To see my other children."
~~…~~
Bergan and Dona walked down the various hallways of the FTCHQ.
The floors of the building were all covered in the same fine rug as Bergan's office. The walls were a bright white stone, some of which had large windows carved into them. Several potted plants were placed about for decoration, and several of the walls had portraits of several dragons, whose scales were varying shades of green; the remnants of the poison dragon ruling family.
Bergan and Dona eventually came to a stop at a pair of two large, metal doors.
"Hmm..." Bergan wracked his talons. "Most of them should be asleep right about now, so try not to be too loud."
The purple dragon slowly opened the door on the left and peered inside.
The room he had entered was a large bedroom. The floor was covered in a fine cloth rug. The walls were snow white, but one would be hard-pressed to tell that in the near-darkness. A large glass window ran across the far side of the room, letting in the soft blue Moonlight. Several shelves were lined across the walls of the room, covered in an assortment of toys.
Four small mattresses were lined up along the east and west sides of the room. Each mattress was made of silk, and had a small, sleeping dragonling on it. All four were of various ages and colors.
The largest was a gold-hided male, roughly eight years old. The second largest was red-hided female, about six-and-a-half years old. The last two were roughly the same size: A blue-hided boy and a pink-hided girl, both of whom were barely over two years old.
Bergan walked towards the center of the room and looked around at his four children with a wide smile
"Aren't they adorable?" He asked Dona.
"I suppose they are..." The dragoness answered as she glanced around at them dismissively. "What are their names again?"
"The oldest boy is Frederick." Bergan began. "The fire cub is Maggie, the water cub is Kale, and the pink dragoness is Destine."
"Mhm…" Dona tilted her head. "And how are you able to care for all of these little ones when you're so busy all the time?"
"Oh, I do the best I can." Bergan replied. "And when I'm not around, I have my nursemaids look after them."
The purple dragon took a moment to give each of the sleeping children a quick hug, and then turned to walk out of the room. "Now then, I believe that I need to pay my oldest child a visit."
"Fine by me…" Dona snorted.
Bergan and Dona stepped out of the dragonlings' room and turned to the door adjacent to theirs in the hallway. Bergan politely knocked on the door, and heard rummaging around inside.
"Who's there?" His daughter's voice asked.
"It's only me." Bergan said. "May I come in, dear?"
"Sure, father…" She sighed. With a smile, the purple dragon pushed the door open.
Bergan's daughter's room wasn't very big. The floor had a fine red cloth rug, while the walls were mahogany brown. There was a yellow mattress on the right side of the room, near the door. A desk sat on the right wall, with various nick-knacks decorated on it. A window was on the far wall, next to a large portrait.
The purple dragoness was standing by the window, looking out at the city. She still wore her black outfit, and sat on her haunches while fiddling with her violin. Discordant sounds filled the air as she tried to concentrate.
Bergan approached his daughter and sat down beside her, while Dona closed the door and stood by the front of the room.
"It's a bit late to be practicing your music, isn't it?" Bergan asked.
"I'm just… trying to relax, father." She said as she played a few notes.
"Would this happen to have anything to do with the contents of that scroll?" Bergan tilted his head.
A few harsh notes assaulted Bergan's ear frills as a shiver ran along the dragoness's limbs.
"The dragoness known as Elenar is alive." The young dragoness said, contempt in her voice.
"Yes, she is." Bergan replied.
"…Does this have anything to do with that crystal ball of yours, father?" The dragoness demanded. "Is that why you were scrying to keep an eye on that prince?"
"Hmm…" The purple dragon scratched his beard again. "I'm not entirely sure if you're ready for all the details. It's adult stuff, my dear."
"Then why have me come along for the ride this time?" She asked. "Why not just leave me home alone so I wouldn't find out?"
"And ruin our father-daughter bonding trip?" Bergan frowned. "I wouldn't dream of that, my dear. You mean the world to me."
The dragoness sighed. She turned back toward her instrument to play a few more tunes. Gradually, a sneer crossed her muzzle. "I want to go to Warfang to go after Elenar."
"You are not ready, dear." Bergan scolded.
"Not ready?" The young dragoness put her violin down and faced her father. She sneered at him with contempt in her blood-red eyes. "But I've grown stronger, father! I can control my magic just as well as Flame now!"
"Ah, but can you control Convexity yet?" Bergan inquired.
The dragoness flinched, and looked down at her forepaws in shame. "Well… no."
"All good things come to those who wait, my dear." Bergan put a forepaw on his daughter's shoulder. "For now, wait until you have grown even stronger, and bigger. A dragoness your age couldn't possibly harm a dragoness of Elenar's strength, especially when you consider her mastery of the shadow element."
Bergan's daughter turned back toward the window, which made him smile. Don't worry. You'll have your revenge when you're old enough."
The dragoness didn't respond; she just picked up her violin and played a few more notes.
"Goodnight, my little one." Bergan planted a kiss on his daughter's forehead. "Try to get some sleep at some point; you have a lot of work cut out for you."
"Goodnight…" The dragoness whispered.
With a sigh, Bergan left the bedroom. Dona followed after him, leaving the young dragoness all alone.
The Portrait was a duplicate of a larger one in Bergan's possession. It was an image of Lord Spyro and Lady Cynder, near the last few years of their lives. Seated around them, all on their haunches, were various young dragons and dragonesses, all smiling forward. One young dragon, hidden near the back left, was a very young Bergan; the young purple's expression showed that he felt out of place, as if he didn't belong in the presence of the two heroes. But just to the side of Bergan, with a forepaw placed atop his and smiling, was a dragoness just a few years younger than him: Elenar.
The dragoness focused her attention on Elenar, her gaze filled with hate. She pulled back her hood and grasped a nearby bowl of water to splash it over herself. The dragoness wiped her face off, clearing away purple make-up and revealing her true appearance to herself:
The dragoness had snow-white scales. She had four silver horns: two larger onces that curled backwards on the top of her head, and two smaller ones behind her jaw that curled downward and forward. The dragoness gave a snarl as she shed more articles of her disguise; her body was completely white, except for the glowing red glyphs on her sides; the same ones on Elenar.
The young dragoness snarled as her eyes beheld Elenar. Why did her father insist on hanging this portrait in her room? She extended her talons and brought a forepaw up toward the visage of the past Elenar.
"I hate you." She said venomously.
The dragoness plunged a talon into the portrait, stabbing the shadow dragoness between the eyes. The girl drew a long gash down the portrait, before finally backing up to behold the torn remains of the object of her hatred.
"I swear…" The dragoness growled. "I'll make you pay for abandoning me, Mother."
~~…~~
Greetings, Friends and Loved ones. I'd like to take the time to express my current feelings… in song!
I've finished up Book One
I can't believe it's done
I never thought that it would be completed
The evil Culmubrae
Have all been locked away
And wicked Malefor has been defeated
Plus, our hero Rune is finally free
To be a royal, happily
"But Wait!
Who's this girl filled with hate?"
You went and took the bait!
I think I'll set the record straight!
Hey!
There's so much more at stake
A shady purple drake
If you think he's a friend, you're quite mistaken
And there's some royal blood
That was dragged through the mud
One could even say it was quite forsaken
So! New friends and foes will come around
While threats and fights and tears abound
At last! That story from the past
Soon updated at last!
The new plot lines will be quite vast!
So many changes, I need to make
I wrote so many things that I've regretted.
There are many issues, plus one big mistake
But! I just can't say it here!
The truth would make you jeer!
It's for the best if we forget it!
Soon I will make things right
Stay tuned for Prince Rune's plight
He'll face new challenges in Forsaken Blood
He'll feel a purple's wrath
And also Saul's warpath
Life's just not easy when you're born a blueblood
So, Book Two will start with thrills aplenty
February, Twenty-Twenty
Yes, some more is coming soon!
It's sure to make you swoon!
Book Two of The Legend of Rune!