Now, this chapter is about life at the Dragon Temple and Warfang for those eagerly waiting to see what has happen under Malefor's rule and the Apes' takeover of the Dragon Realms. The rest of these chapters are ending up going to be longer than I may expect them to be.
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Things weren't at all better in the Dragon Realms. The realms were falling into ruin under Malefor's rule. Plants were dying. Rainclouds stopped coming. The cheetahs were giving up so many of their food to the Apes and being forced into overhunting small animals. Warfang was becoming a ghost town; many moles buried themselves in their homes. The Apes weren't having the great entertainment they planned on. Many of the dragons left the Dragon Temple; Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer. left to start a rebellion with the dragons that left the Dragon Temple to overthrow Malefor. Many others joined them in their cause.
The rest stayed at the Dragon Temple in loyalty for Malefor. The life in the realms weren't blossoming as they did when Igitus ruled.
Cynder, Flashwing, and Sunburn had grown into fine adults. Though they were adults, they weren't being exactly themselves lately.
Flashwing lost her glittering light that reflected on her scales; she felt like her life was darkening from the inside. Sunburn was losing his fiery touch; he felt like he was being burnt out.
Although the two hybrids were losing their sense of reality, Cynder was the only dragon trying to keep stability in the realms. She was the lone dragon trying to do the heavy duty work that Malefor wasn't doing such as attending to the subjects and their needs and the weather control. The royal duties were falling down to her.
For Malefor, he was rather enjoying the shows and entertainment the Apes were putting on, especially duels where dragon, cheetah, or any strong fighter would fight in an arena and fight either to the death or when the warrior summits to the stronger warrior. He was neglecting his duties, even not focusing on the problems the three Apes: Gaul, Assassin, and the Conductor were having.
After watching a circus show, they were expecting full, delicate, delicious entrees, and what they get were scraps, crumps from leftover food. Food was now becoming so scarce that some Apes had to kill smaller animals and worse: become cannibals. Gaul, Assassin, and the Conductor had thought they would get their entertainment and full meals when they moved into the Dragon Realms; they were wrong.
One day, Malefor was sitting on the throne of the Dragon Temple with a spotted chicken in his claws, the same chicken that he caught but escaped from his grasp. Sparx was locked in a cage, with great boredom.
"How did it come down to this?"
"Oh, come on, Sparx, lighten yourself up."
"I-I am lighten if you haven't notice."
"I rest my case," concluded Malefor, spitting out fire from a gap in his mouth at the chicken.
The spotted chicken gave a cry in agony.
"Now this time, chicken, you won't get away from me. I just had my appetizer and you and now my entree: a mere hors d'oeuvre."
Malefor tighten his grip of the chicken, which cave a loud rooster noise. He placed the chicken over his mouth and ready to eat the once escaped chicken, holding it by the tip of his claws.
The chicken was afraid of its life now.
Suddenly, Cynder came walking into the throne room, uninvited.
"Malefor," she called.
Malefor turned to see the grown female dragon entering his throne room. For the second time, he was interrupted in his meal.
The chicken was revealed.
"Cynder, my now you have grown. Please, come in."
But for the chicken's sign of relief was short lived; Malefor turned back to his short-relief prey.
"First you."
Malefor tossed the chicken into his mouth and one up quick gulp, the chicken was eaten. A few seconds latter, Malefor spitted out the bones of the chicken. His meal was complete.
"Now, what brings you here, Cynder?"
"The realms are in a mess. The Apes are over-entertaining themselves. The cheetahs are dying of starvation. The dragons are leaving the Temple. Our water supplies and food supplies are running low. And we are running out of subjects. It is madness out there, and you need to start making matters into your own claws."
"Her curved horns, her spiked tail, her velvet wings, her eyes, her legs, her body," he talked, seductively. Malefor walked towards the grownup Cynder who was trying to tell him about the problems of the kingdom. Malefor's infections of Cynder were starting to take effect of him. He curled around her body much to her annoyance of him.
"Your Apes are taking too much space in the realms," said Cynder, trying to tell Malefor about a situation.
Malefor was more attractive to Cynder's body instead of her words. He walked away from her and looked at a dull, lightless crescent moon from a hole in the Temple's ceiling.
"Tonight is the night of beauty."
"The cheetahs are being thrown out of their villages," Cynder tried again to get the attention of Malefor.
Again Malefor was not paying towards her.
"Tonight is the night that I make a decision that will affect the realms."
"Finally, you show some affection," said Cynder, relieved as she started to leave.
"Affection for you," Malefor intercepted Cynder before she could take her second step. "Tonight you become my queen."
"WHAT?"
"You heard me," he replied, crawling around on Cynder to subdue her. His affections of the dragoness were lust; he was longing her to become his mate.
"Get off," she warned, trying to pull away from him.
Malefor kept going for her.
"GET OFF!"
Cynder whipped her tail at Malefor's horns and dashed out the throne.
Malefor's horn snapped right off his head. He roared in pain. He grunted and shook his head vigorously and smiled evilly.
"Oh, run and fly all you want, Cynder, but in the end, I always get what I want even if it means I have to… turn them."
