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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN GUTS, BLOOD, AND GORE. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE PEOPLE WHO CHOKE WHILE EATING THEIR LUNCH.
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"My Lady, I said on horse back. However, dragons are sooo much quicker than horses," Dora said with a mischivious smile. "You up for a battle?" Sam asked as she went around her room grabbing clothing that would be suitable for rescueing a king. "I have been bottleing up large doses of agression lately," the older woman said with a malevolent grin. "Well then, I guess we've got a kingdom to save," Sam said as she grabbed a sword and followed Dora to the balcony.
Dora quickly took her larger form. Sam slid on and they were off. Sam contimplated how to break into the place unnoticed. 'We could sneak in a side door, but we would still run the high risk of being seen or impaled. We just need something...a distraction. If Dora trasnforms and starts attacking the place, then I can slip in and get Aragon without anyone being the wiser.' Sam thought with a smile.
"Dora. I have a plan, but I don't want to put you in danger," Sam said when they landed a little way from the fortress. "This is my home, My Lady. If one so cowardly as they were to control the crown, then there would be no use in staying here. And I've just finished decorating my sleeping chambers to my liking. I refuse to let a fortnight go to waste. Oh, and even though he is angry with me often, Aragon is my brother aswell as my King. I will not betray him." Sam nodded,"Then my plan will work. I need you to destroy all that you can outside to draw all of them out."
Dora thought for a moment and agreed. "If either one of us doesn't make it out, you've become one of my best friends Dora," Sam said giving her a hug. "Likewise, My Lady. Now, let us attack these scoundrels. Show them who is boss, as you'd say," Dora said as she changed and took off to reek some havoc. Sam shot off as soon as she heard the first shout of suprise. By the time she reached the imposing building, tons of soldiers were trying to fight Dora off. Sam winced when she saw Dora step on some unfortunate man that stabbed her foot.
She took one last look at the battle field and crept inside. The place was much draftier than her palace home, and much darker. The grey cobblestone walls were bare and dirty. The whole place was just fridgid. She silently walked down the halls until a scream broke the silence. That scream was far too familiar, and Sam it made Sam's gut twist. She followed the sounds of her husband's pain until she was forced to walk down flight upon flight of stairs.
She finally reached the bottom, which she guessed was probably underground. There were brightly blazing torches all around the dungoen like room and Sam gasped when she saw Aragon. He was curled in on himself in a puddle of what she assumed was his own blood. She had seen a multitude of gorish scenes in her life, but this one would haunt her dreams as long as she lived. The man holding a bloody club knlet down beside him and said,"That was just a bit mote insentive. You have a half-hour until your living little wife gets worse than this. I suppose you shall need my name so that you may say it as you kneel before me. His Majesty Devlin. Oh! That sounds wonderful. That is the name that all of my subjects will adore and fear once you make the proper decision. If you decide she isn't worth it. Well, her wounds will be fatal."
Sam waited until the Devlin raised his club again, then silently crept behind him and delivered a jarring blow to his skull. He gave a yell and tried to focus his tearing eye sight on what had hit him. In retrospect, Sam was actually pretty happy her parents had made her take self-defence. It always came in handy at moments like this. She lunged forward and flung her palm upwards, breaking the torturer's nose. He still tried feebily swinging at her. She was about to deliver the final blow, when a hand shot out and grabbed the man's ankle.
A roar ripped itself from Aragon's throat and he began to shift into his far more deadly, fanged self. The fortress shook with the strees placed on it's foundation. "Noone harms my wife!" Aragon screeched as he brought down a mighty clawed limb. All that was heard was a scream of terror that was quickly cut short and followed by the sound of crushing bone and gushing bodily fluids. Aragon gave a huff of disgust and slowly morphed back to his human shape. He gave Sam a small smile before collapsing, leaving her to remember how injured he actually was. Just as Sam began to wonder how she was going to carry Aragon up all of those stairs, there was a great crumbling sound.
Sam looked up and saw that Dora had ripped the roof of the place and was desperatly looking for both of them. "Dora! Down here! We're down here!," Sam yelled, just loud enough to be heard over the debris falling and the enemy soldiers still trying to fight Dora off. Dora reached down and gently scooped both of them up, trying not to jostle her wounded borther. As Dora set off for home, Aragon grasped her hand with all the strength he could muster. "Yes?" she asked and placed her hand atop his. "Are you injured?" she inquired, gasping in pain. "No. Stop talking. You need to rest now," she said and began to run her fingers through his hair. By the time they were half way home he was fast asleep.
"Sam!" he called out in his sleep. "Shhhh. I'm right here," she said and met his lips with her own. "Don't leave." "I won't." "Good." He smiled and went quiet again. At that moment, Sam couldn't think of anyone she'd rather be married to