Spectro weaves through the crowd, barely missing dragon's claws. He landed on the ground, and darted through fights. Just her, he thought, searching hard. He was looking for Dazzling, and she was in for a lot. He broke into the palace, the halls strangely empty. He ran down, the marble clicking under his claws and he took into the air. Spectro ran his claws down the tapestries and felt them rip easily. He landed on a platform that he knew better than his own claws. The door was chipped and a hole was drilled through. His room. Spectro opened the door. The room was gaunt and hollow. The chandelier was off and the closets were closed. But he looked down at a small corner he used to hide in. A dragon, red and white with fear, was splayed out on the tile beside it. It died clawing it's throat, and marks were on his scales. He looked strangled. Queen Dazzling must have taken her anger out on him, Spectro thought, his rage refueled. He left the room with the dragon and ran further down the hall. Empty rooms were checked, and Spectro got more and more worried that she already had gone outside. But that was not the Dazzling he knew. He finally reached a room that he stopped in. Warm lights and a hot crackling fire made the room seem cozy. On pillows, beautiful pale rose eggs were sitting, motionless. This is the hatchery, he thought and knew what to do. He walked up to an egg. It was the largest of them all. He picked it up, and put it aside. This was the one he would keep. Now for the others... He took on of the later ones, nearly ready to hatch. A pulsing yellow glow emitted from inside. Sorry, he thought and placed the egg in the fire. It caved in, and the dragonet, using barely formed vocal cords, screamed. It died quickly, and Spectro stared back at the others with a heavy heart. I won't do that to the rest,he thought of the burnt remains of the first one. He pressed his talons on the next one, leaned down, and the egg cracked. The dragonet was dead now. He tossed the rest out the window. He could not bear to look down at the shattered remains of what was once life. Spectro picked up a reinforced back and put the egg in. This was the last remaining heir. Spectro ran down the hall, his eyes tearing up about what he just did. But it was part of the plan, Flash had said. Now it was the final step. Spectro flew out of the hallway. What he wanted wasn't here. Now he wanted a talk.
Spectro dodged dragons flying through the air, screeching or blowing fire. He landed in an extravagant corridor.
Here I am, he thought and walked up to the only room in this hall. It was ten feet high and made of solid gold. Spectro pushed it, and the door swung open easily.
The room inside was huge. The bed, the ceiling, the food bar. Spectro stared around, frightened that this was only the first time he was in this room. Dazzling's room. He looked around casually, checking the floor, the bar, and the bed. He looked in the many rooms spiraling off it. A room with cloth made of scale. A room with large stones warmed by coals. A room with diamonds and rubies and a great mirror. A room with birds the color of the rainbow fluttering and chattering.
Finally, a room with a great bath, water dripping from branches and hitting pieces of copper with pings. Spectro looked around in here, and to his utmost surprise Queen Dazzling was there, behind a waterfall in one of the exquisite baths.
"Oh, it's you," she said, bored. She climbed out of the bath and looked at him, annoyed.
"You do know how annoying it is for me to have a war go on right outside my room. It's bad for my scales." She drawled. "And speaking of health, look at you, you disgusting little dragon!" She suddenly sleazed his chin, staring at him hard. "You know you can't stop me," she hissed, spitting on his snout. Spectro wriggled away and clawed her side. She stopped, and looked at the nick he made.
"Oh, dear. I guess I better fix that." She washed her scales, and after they were right again, she dashed. Spectro was surprised, and so she got away.
He flew out fast, following the sound of claws. It lead into another room. The scale room. He stopped. Dazzling was rustling around in there, assumably getting her robes on. She emerged with an indigo horn drape, a gold scarf, and an emerald-green body robe. It barely covered her belly, which bulged even farther than before he had left.
"Now that I'm dressed, we can talk." Dazzling said cheerfully. She swept over to the bar, picking up fruit and putting it on a plate. She turned to Spectro. "Now tell me why you came back. Let me guess, revenge?" She cooed and munched on a pineapple. Spectro growled at her, and flew into the air.
"I came for you, Dazzling. I came to stop your rule. I came to kill you and your legacy. I also came to avenge my friend." He shouted at her. Dazzling stared coolly into his orange eyes.
"You know you can't kill me. And it took you long enough to find out about your friend. What was her name? Chickpea?"
Spectro snarled, "Peacock! Her name was Peacock! And I know you killed her because you have her right now!" He stared at the golden scarf. Dazzling looked down at it, and took it off. "Oh you mean this thing? Yes, I've had it for a while. Kind of old now, better get a better one." She stared back at Spectro. "You want to fight? Well then," she suddenly lunged for him, and her tail curled around his body. Spectro, stunned and pinned down, hissed and prepared for venom. Dazzling's claws closed around his snout and held it close. "I saw what you did to my guards, you know," she smiled wickedly and carried him to a window. Her tail tightened around his body. She grasped a band and tied it around his mouth, freeing up her hands. She held him up with her tail, his body squeezed by the tension. "You know, your wings were always the strangest thing about you. Lets see what happens when you have to do without," her tail tightened, then loosened quickly. Spectro gasped for breath for a second before her grasp was on his wings. She pinned them, and coiled her tail like a constricting python. It got tighter and tighter. Then all the sudden bones began to break. Spectro gasped with pain and thrashed, but Dazzling held on. His wings broke, and Dazzling let go. He fell to the ground. Dazzling picked him up and opened the window. "Good bye, Spectro," she said and let go.
He fell. It was like flying, except his wings wouldn't work. Numb with pain and shock, he imagined hitting the ground and shattering, like his wings. He blacked out with the last sight a white dragon catching him.