Hmm... I'm back. I haven't been active for a while as the past few weeks have been difficult. Today (17/12) is the first time I've wanted to sit down and write since the last chapter. I'll be trying to spice this story up over the next while, it's getting a bit dull to me. Not yet will there be anything such as a lemon; that'll be for a while yet.
It was said that in the plains surrounding the Zarosian city, of which the name was still unknown by Cyclone, there were leagues of rebels plotting against the Empty Lord's rule. They called him a tyrant, bent on nothing but destruction, cruel. His malice, they said, was that of a war god, and could strip one of their very soul. Many people dismissed the thought of these rebels as pure stupidity, thinking there was nothing wrong with how they were ruled. Hence why they were loyal to the Zarosian house.
During her time in the presence of the Zarosians, Cyclone learned of these rumours, and of dragon lore, passed down through generations of the scaled breed. Her time in the city had also strengthened her relationship with Lucien. She had learned much of what she knew of the city and their history through the black dragon, and he mentored her in the art of combat, and also music. Lucien was a master of song and music in Zaros' house, and often played an adapted harp, given by the fauns that once lived in the lands of Zaros, before a battle, boosting the morale of his fellow dragons. In the old tongue, which was now only used in ceremony, he was known as Afeuán, Of Fire and Arts.
Cyclone walked through the halls of the temple, heading towards the training room. She was formally accepted into the society a short time before. There, she finally heard the name of the city: Norándela, City of Life. A suitable name, she mused, for the one place she had always feared.
She made it to the training room, reaching out the push the door back, but before she could the door was pulled back by another, revealing Lucien behind the door. When he saw her, a large grin appeared on his face.
"Hey, Cyc. Are you going in here?"
The grey dragoness nodded. "I was, yes. Do you want to join me?"
Lucien answered with a chuckle. "I'd love to."
The two dragons stepped into the room and jumped into the fighting ring. Cyclone grinned mischievously at Lucien. "I'm going to beat you this time... Lucy..."
Lucien cocked his head. "Lucy?"
The dragoness burst into laughter. Lucien, seeing a perfect opportunity, pounced on her, rolling across the floor of the arena. In the mess of tumbles Cyclone managed to yelp, "Okay, I won't call you Lucy..."
The two dragons ended up with Lucien on top of Cyclone's back, her tail pinned under him. Cyclone looked back at him, uncomfortable in the current position.
"Umm... Lucien?"
Lucien blushed, going bright red. "Eh, sorry..." He got off Cyclone, to her relief. Lucien helped her up, and lead her out of the arena. He turned to face the grey dragoness. "I've been wondering, Cyc..."
Cyclone looked up at him. "What about?"
The black dragon smiled back at her. "About us... I know we're more than friends, but I was wondering if we can go further."
The dragoness cocked her head. "As in... becoming mates?" Lucien nodded. "I'd be happy to perform the bonding ceremony, but I don't think I'm ready to... you know... mate."
Lucien nuzzled her neck, smiling. "It's okay, you don't have to do anything you don't want. We don't have to rush into anything, anyways." At that point Zaros entered the scene, and called for Lucien to come. He did so, followed by Cyclone. Zaros looked down at her, annoyed.
"I'd prefer it if I talked to my son alone."
Lucien wrapped a wing around Cyclone. "I don't mind her staying, actually." Zaros shrugged.
"Fair enough, be it as you wish. We've been told by the villages around the outskirts of the realm that they have seen strange creatures outside the borders. I therefore want you to go to the outskirts and investigate. Bring some of the Mahjarrat with you, in case you do find anything dangerous."
Cyclone looked up at Zaros. "Well, I'm coming with him." Zaros scowled in return.
"If you so wish." Lucien glanced at Cyclone before staring up at his father.
"There's something I want to do first. Cyclone..."
Eh, I'm going to leave the story there for the time being. I wonder what Lucien has planned... which is worrying, since I should know. I changed my whole writing style at the start of this chapter. Too... much... Silmarillion... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one will be hopefully better and surely longer. I must warn you though, in the next couple of chapters the rating will go up to M.
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