When school life is taking over my writing time,
And I'm so far behind with watching Aphmau's series-es,
But I want to release something,
So I send out partly edited chapters.
-w-
*Looks up at the sky from inside a trashcan.*
The next week was the usual routine. The rest of the Council members went on teaching their respective magicks to future generations, while Abigail practiced as much as possible with her potions. She was pretty good with the magicks she had learned thus far, the other Council members were helping her learn to control her magicks, but she could never get potions exactly right, despite the extra lessons she received from Ivana.
Abigail never seemed to realize that she went on her secret 'hangouts' with Fredrik the night before the weekly Council meeting. The preparations before and after always distracted her from realizing that fact.
While she was getting ready for her date, as she secretly called them, later that afternoon, there came a knock on her cottage door.
"Now, I wonder who could that be, Bernard?" Abigail asked her familiar. It was mid-afternoon, and she knew that the other Council members would be in the middle of teaching at the time. Bernard only shrugged his little kitty shoulders in response.
Walking downstairs with Bernard following close behind, she heard the knocks become louder, soon shaking the whole house.
"Alright, I'm coming already!" Abigail yelled, startled at the power of the knocks.
Reaching the door, Abigail gasping in surprise when she opened it to see two adult dragon-guards standing in front of her.
They stopped slouching, gaining their full height, in an attempt to be as intimidating as possible. "Are you Abigail the Golden Heart?" one of the guards asked in a gruff voice.
Abigail politely coughed into her hand before gaining a regal composure. "Yes, I am. Who would like to know?" she asked.
The two dragons locked eyes in a silent conversation before finally looking back at her. "The Dragon-Queen wishes to speak with you." the second guard stated, who looked as if saying no was not an option.
'Oh my Irena, we are so dead.' Abigail thought before answering in as calm a voice as she could muster. "Alright. I'll talk with her."
Pushing Bernard back inside and closing the door, Abigail turned to the two dragons in front of her. "Hurry up, the Queen doesn't have all day," the first guard said, grabbing Abigail's wrist before flying away from the little cottage.
Reaching the South-Eastern Dragon Keep, Abigail, for the first time, realized how intimidating it was. Traveling through the front gate defenseless was a lot different than flying to the balcony knowing you were completely safe.
The Dragon-Queen, being all high and mighty, was already sitting in the throne room when Abigail arrived.
"So this is Fredrik's... friend," The Queen stated as soon as she saw Abigail, studying her, "A witch, and of the Council of Nineā¦" The Queen scratched her chin, rambling and seeming to be deep in thought.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Abigail interrupted as politely as possible while being held immobile by the dragon-guards, "but I was told that you wished to speak with me,"
"Eh?" The Queen asked, confused as to why someone would interrupt her, "Oh, of course. We have just spoken. Now throw her in the dungeon, and bring in my son. We must discuss his wedding plans."
"Wedding!?" Abigail exclaimed, but no one seemed to hear her. She was dragged into the dungeon, concerned, confused, and hurt.
(Edit 2/4/17: Revised and updated the last three chapters.)
