The Golden Egg (Monty and Eldarwen - oneXone)

Last edited by Eldarwen on Fri Dec 26, 2008 4:54 pm; edited 1 time in total

A grin spread across Siofra's and Huor's faces at the white Yiang dragon's words. It almost seemed like she was not taking nobody's crap anymore and that she was finally standing up for herself a little more than she used to. She should be proud of herself, Siofra thought, though it is a shame that it had to be achieved through such drastic means. Her arrow was still pointing at the King's throat, not wavering one bit, though she was playing with the tension of the bow, as if she was about to release the arrow any second now. It made some of the soldiers nervous and they were on the brink of firing their own arrows, but it would mean deadly punishment for them, should they harm any of the dragons or Siofra or Huor without the King having what he wanted first.

The half-elf almost shook her head. She knew his ways too well, she realised. It was time to move on. Completely dismissing the fact now that she would be killed upon sight, should she ever dare to set foot into his court again anyway. Huor had frozen in the spot now, anxiously awaiting reactions as Ying now stepped into view, revealing his fully healed and ghostly-like appearance after having been found dead. The gasps of surprise and shock did not let him wait for long, a wave of uncertainty flowing through the lines of warriors, though nobody turned to run yet, despite their partially apparent wish to do so.

Siofra could clearly distinct the panic in the King's face, even from the distance. "He won't do much now," she whispered. "He is scared, not understanding what is happening. Keep up the games Ying and Yang, Huor and I will move in." She added the last words with a nod towards Huor, who immediately started his way half way down the fountain and towards the lower ground where the King and his soldiers were. Once set up with sure footing, he stood still, taking up a fighting stance, sword in hand. Siofra followed him down, slower, not being able to look at the ground as she kept focused on her target. The arrow never wavered during the little journey, transfixed on the King's throat, who was still unsure what to do.

The uncertainty of their master was now mirrored by the whole corp of soldiers, some slowly taking down their arrows, the ones in the back rows already preparing themselves to pick up their legs and run. And then the King finally spoke: "How....? How..? Why?? You should be dead! I saw your dead body! There was no life left!" He was panting, fear and panic gripping a hold of him, closing in on his thoughts and actions. Would the arrows really not harm any of them? Were they really immune? And then a picture of Siofra breaking down flashed through his mind, the picture of the black dragon's dead body crashing into his brain as well, the same with a shower of arrows hailing down on the white dragon. What about Yern, had he not been sent out to kill whoever was still alive? Which could only have been Huor? And there he was, alive and well as ever. Something is not right here.... This is magic.... Dark magic...

Thoughts of retreat started to cross the King's mind but as of yet he was still immobilised, shocked from what his eyes were trying to tell him and what he was frantically trying to dismiss as a dream.

"Yern is dead." Yang snapped at the very mention of his name inside the King's mind. The sight of his dead body re-entered her head, and the scene of how Huor killed him. The white Yiang dragon shook her head. No more. This wasn't the time. She opened her mouth to continue speaking, but stopped as she looked at Ying's stern face.
It was clear that both dragon's were reading everything the man was thinking. Watching everything he was remembering. Watching how the King's face became paler and paler. Now he was getting his just desert. What he deserved after everything he had done. After all the effects he had on people. How he almost killed them. But now, no more. That was for certian, he wasn't going to allow it. He just had to toy with the king's fears even more until he finally snapped.

Ying took a few more silent steps forwards, his black body shimmering with the reflection from the waterfall. His voice was a whisper, but was harsh. Harsher then it had ever been in his whole life.
"Leave. Leave and never return. Leave this land, retire as king and pass it onto someone else. Leave or forever live with the guilt you have done. Leave, or I'll come and hunt you down. Hunt you down like an animal like how you treated us." The blakc Yiang dragon paused to wait for a reaction from the King. But no words came from him, just a facial expression that looked both outraged, but at the same time, terribly, terribly afraid...could this be it?
"I...I'll never step down. Your going to die after what you mae me lose...guards-" it seemed as though he was plucking up his courage again, but his face turned as white as a sheet as Ying lunged forwards, stopping a metre away from him.
He raised his head to the skies and let out a terrifying roar. Showing off all of his power. As his mouth closed, he brought his head mere centimetres away from the King's. His eyes blazing with fire. That shut him up for sure.
"I'm not taking anymore shit from you. Leave. Now. Or die." Yang had never seen her brother so angry...or serious of kiling someone of that matter. She shot a quick glance at Siofra hoping to catch her eye.

Huor slightly cringed at the white Yiang dragon's mention of the fact that he had killed Yern. It had been necessary and he certainly did not regret doing it, but nevertheless, that did not sweeten the memory one bit. He simply disliked remembering the fact that he had the murdering, no matter how less he cared about the person itself. Siofra shot a quick glance at him to comfort him, but at the same time made a mental note to inquire about this later on. Huor had neglected to give her this tiny bit of information apparently... She had not known that he had killed Yern and was wondering what had happened.

By now, the two were on level ground with the King and his warriors but not one soul made a move on them. All eyes were now transfixed on the two dragons, sometimes they turned towards the King in order to assess his reaction and to find out what they should do but there was nothing on his face but growing terror. He was clearly afraid of the dragons now but he was not ready to give up yet, he did not want to renounce the crown, it had cost too much money to finally get there, too many dead bodies he had had to step over in order to reach this goal, he did not want to give it up. Siofra knew that very well. She had heard the stories of reliable sources for the greater part. But even before she could attempt to figure out how to solve this problem, Ying's roar resounded through the air, the half-blood's neck hair standing on end. A shudder went down her spine as she realised that Ying was very close to digging his teeth and claws into the tiny body - in comparison to the dragon - that was the King.

Siofra turned around towards the Yiang dragons, knowing full well that nobody would attack anyway, they were all frozen to the spot after Ying's outburst. She saw Yang looking at her, wondering what it was the dragon wanted to tell her. Sometimes it would be handy to be a mindreader myself, she thought, then turning back to the King and without warning releasing an arrow that buried itself deep into the ground only a finger width from his feet. Before he could look up at her in shock, a new arrow was already back in place, pointing at his throat.

He swallowed hard, but the information had finally been processed and he realised that the only thing he could do now was to retreat. He did not want to give up but his life was too precious to him and the thought of losing all his treasures and everything just because one stupid dragon thought he wanted revenge was too much for him to take. I won't step down, I simply won't... he kept repeating this in his head over and over again, but slowly there were other thoughts penetrating this mantra. Thoughts of gold, of diamonds, of the power he was wielding as King. No, he did not want to die. And he would do what was needed to remain alive. Should I really retreat?

Yang could only hope that Siofra could lip-read, otherwise she would just cause a distraction by making any noise at all. But would she cause a distraction anyway by simply moving? All eyes were upon the four of them, apart from the King’s. His eyes were staring deep into the blazing fire from Ying’s. His face seemed to get whiter and whiter by the second, along with a few of his soldiers. However, Ying’s face remained un-moved. Normally, he was patient. But that didn’t mean he would wait for the King. A growl erupted from his throat as he snapped at the man once.
“Well?” He grumbled, moving his head forwards ever so slightly.

The white Yiang dragon was about to open her mouth, when her eyes suddenly darted straight back to the King as he moved. Was this it? Was he making the decision?
The pale man drew his sword slowly, the slight ‘scraping’ noise echoing through Yang’s ears. As the tip of the metal entered the sunlight, it shone brilliantly. The King’s gaze never left Ying’s face, and Ying only returned the stare just as harsh.
He swung his arm, which was holding the sword back, before throwing it forwards. Yang held her breath as the movement happened ever so quickly. Was he attacking? But she raised her head as it flew past Ying’s body, and hit the floor next to him.
“Fine,” the King hissed - who was now defenceless.

The air was filled with quiet mutterings and gasps from the soldiers, as they stared at their leader, blankly. Did he just…?
Yes, the King had just handed his crown down.
Ying backed up, nevertheless still in front of Yang. He showed no change of emotion, he looked like a new dragon altogether. But deep down inside of him, he felt as if he could cry out with relief.

Huor almost wanted to laugh, relief flowing through his body as he realised that the King had not been trying to attack the dragon but had simply thrown down his sword. He could still not believe that the King had actually bowed down before his - apparently - worst enemy, but so far it seemed to look like it. A quick glance at the soldiers told him that none of them had expected a similar reaction either. Most looked genuinely shocked. Huor looked at Siofra, who stood unmoving, bow and arrow still in her hand, ready to shoot any second. He wavered, not sure whether he should relax his position or whether he should remain ready for battle as well. Something about Siofra's position told him to watch out, but he wasn't sure why.

Siofra herself wasn't sure why she was not letting her guard down. She had not entirely understood what Yang had mouthed early, but it had definitely been some kind of warning to be careful, though she had not understand what it had been about. The quick move of the King had not been that much of a surprise to her, she knew him well enough that his personal life was more important to him than anything else. Money and other riches could be achieved through various different means, but losing his life would have meant the end, and that was something he would never have been willing to sacrifice so easily.

Why wasn't she able to relax? She was not afraid of the men, they did not pose a real threat, they would run as soon as one of the dragons made a move that might seem only in the slightest like an attack. Too many of them had died through the hands and paws of the four of them, and now that their King had resigned his position has their leader, they would crumble apart like an unbaked pie. Yet somehow... The half-elf couldn't explain it but deep down inside, she had a bad feeling about all of this and it was driving her insane that she didn't know why or what it was. There was no way of preventing anything if there was no explanation as to what it was that was going to happen.

The King still had his eyes fixed on Ying's, only very scarcely taking in the movements of the other creatures around him. But he was defeated, there was no denying it. He was defenseless and the soldiers were already beginning to lower their weapons, silently, and speechless by the events. Why didn't Siofra trust him to be sincere about this? Ying had relaxed a little, she could sense it, even though his face appeared as if hewn in stone. The half-elf's glance moved back to Yang, trying to find her eyes, wondering what exactly it had been the dragon had been wanting to tell her. Trying to convey the distrust that was nagging at her nerves, even though she could not put her finger on why. She had known the King for quite some time and she had never trusted him, and even though he had acted completely according to his personality, there was something that didn't feel right to her. And she simply could not shake this feeling. Nervously, she was shifting her stance, but never taking the tip of her arrow away from the King's throat. The killing shot - should it be necessary.

Huoar moved in closer, as if he wanted to protect the girl. Her attitude was making him waver and he didn't know how to deal with this. Rarely had he seen her like this and he knew that it was even rarer that her instincts were wrong, especially in situations as tense as this one. Therefore, he was on his toes, reacting to any movement around him. Except that nobody did move... Which was almost scary.. as if it was the silence before the storm...

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Everything was so still, so still that Huor’s movement, to Yang, stuck out like a sore thumb. Her ears twitched and her eyes flickered from Ying to Huor. What was he doing? But then her gaze saw what he was staring at. Siofra hadn’t moved, she looked like she could stand there forever. Not taking any chances for what the king had done to her. Which of course, was understandable. It seemed that she was making Huor edgy. As if she was telling him in his mind that something still wasn’t right. It was though…wasn’t it?
Yes, don’t worry Yang. Everything’s all right. Yang spun her head back round to stare at her brother’s face as he said those few words to her in her mind. Stay here. His face was serious, even when Yang looked up at him with a confused expression. Before she could do anything, Ying had turned back to face the king and started to walk over to him again.

The man’s eyes shot up at him as the dragon made his way over to him. Fear and anger was within his eyes, he knew full well that if Ying planned to attack him, then there would be no-way of hoping to prevent his death. But the beast wasn’t in fact heading for him, he was only interested in the sword lying upon the ground. The black Yiang dragon lowered his head and picked it up with his teeth. Raising his head so it was at normal level, a burst of flames came out of his mouth. Nevertheless, the fire didn’t go further than a few inches. Instead, they wrapped themselves around the metal sword, licking the shiny coating it held.
What are you doing? Yang asked. Expecting an answer, or atleast a thought, she shot a glance towards Siofra again, wondering if she had moved. When suddenly, there was a loud crash.
Pieces of the sword crumbled to the ground as Ying bit into it. Without removing his glance from the king, he released his grip with his sharp teeth and the final few pieces of metal fell to the floor. “Now go, before I turn that into your neck.” Yang growled.

There was only a few seconds of hesitation, before the king began to back away towards the direction of his castle. Of course, he would have to collect his belongings before he actually left, but Ying didn’t want any delay in him doing that.
The small army of guards soon followed after him on horseback and on foot, there was nothing left to see here. Never had a king been humiliated like that for a very long time, and it would take a while for the villagers to forget what happened today – if they ever did. But one thing was for sure, neither of the two dragons would be hunted like that again.

Once the king and his army were out of sight, Yang quickly ran up to her brother and nuzzled his nose. A few tears trickled down her cheek as she looked into his eyes. “It’s all over, there’s no need to be afraid.” “I know,” she replied. “I’m just glad we’re all okay, glad that this whole thing is over.” Never had Yang been so emotionally close to Ying, and neither had he been to her. This whole had experience had brought them closer than ever. Possibly as close as a brother and sister could be.
After a few minutes, Yang pulled away from her dragon-like embrace and smiled at him. He returned the grin, and look around at Siofra and Huor. Both of them walked over to face them, not quite sure what to say.

“Thank you,” he breathed.

Her knuckles began to hurt with the strain of holding on for dear life to the arrow and bow but the half-elf still did not want to let go or at least relax her stance a little. Quietly, not a muscle moving, she watched the black Yiang dragon make his way towards the King, wondering what his plan was. Hopefully, he would break his spine so as to make sure that he would never cause trouble again. Maybe that was what kept Siofra on her edge, the fact that she didn't know whether the King would not at some point try to start something anew. Maybe not now, maybe not within a year, but slowly it began to dawn upon her that some time in a couple of years, towards the end of his life, he would certainly try to avenge himself for the humiliation he had suffered over the last couple of days, and especially on this day.

She did not even flinch when Ying broke the sword into so many little pieces that it would be impossible to ever reforge it, unlike Huor, who had not anticipated the dragon's move. His nervousness growing with every second, his glance kept swinging back and forth between the half-elf and the dragon who was now fiercely staring at the King as if he wanted him to dissolve into thin air. Though he did feel better as the King and his army finally moved off into the far distance. A small smile played around the corners of his lips and with an almost happy look in his eyes, he turned to Siofra, hoping that she would return the feeling and finally loosen up. Yet, she didn't. She didn't even react in the slightest to the look he was giving her, and he did not want to touch her, afraid that it might trigger her to let go of the arrow and accidentally hurt the black Yiang dragon who had moved almost into the shooting line now that the King had moved off.

"Yang?" Huor's voice wavered as he addressed the white Yiang dragon, his eyes still fixed on Siofra. "Do you know what's wrong with her?" He couldn't help himself but be worried, and more than just a tad. She was simply acting too weirdly. Pearls of sweat were beginning to form on the half-elf's forehead, the force she was putting into her stance, showing in every single visible part of her body. The female was past the point where she reacted to anything at all around her. No happy smile crossed her face when the King got scared and went away. No relief showed when the army followed their ex-King. No surprise at Ying's scorching the blade and his threat. Nothing. It was like Siofra's mind had gone completely blank and all she could rely on were her instincts, and those told her that she was in danger, that she had to defend herself, no matter what. Lowering the arrow and bow would be a fatal move and she could not justify it before her conscience to do such a thing.

Images flashed through her mind, images of the two dragons, of Huor, of the egg, of every situation she had lived through in the past few days. Had it been too much? Am I slowly loosing my mind? Maybe I am dead after all? Maybe Ying didn't bring me back from near-death? What if this is the other side? The terrible truth? What if it is only a dream and when I wake up I will be facing my death trial? All of a sudden, she screamed out loud, letting all her muscles release tension in one instant, arrow and bow falling to the ground. Tears were streaming down her face but she didn't care anymore. Huor was staring at her like she had lost it completely, but it quickly changed back to deep worry.

Siofra was still on her feet, shaking, oblivious to her surroundings. "Nothing is wrong with me you idiot," she then shouted, not even venturing a look in Huor's direction. "I'm bloody perfect! Don't you see?" She suddenly looked up at Huor, hatred in her eyes. "I should be dead. I shouldn't be alive anymore! This doesn't make sense. I should have gotten the bill for what I've been through. HE should not be alive anymore. That bastard should have paid for his crimes. For what he did to you, to his people. For what he did to me! And yet you let him walk away? Just like that? Trust me, he will come back and he will make you, all of us, pay for what he has suffered. Righteous as it might have been. You have no idea what you have done by sending him away." Dropping to the moist floor of the riverside, she shook her head. "This is not over. He might not be back any time soon, but I can promise you that he will hunt you down. No matter what. I should have killed him when I had the chance. There's no excuse."

Without waiting for another word, and leaving especially Huor completely speechless, she picked up her bow, put it away along with the arrow and started walking away without another glance back.

Ooc;; Short, but there isn't a lot to puttt, plus I currently fail at roleplaying anyways.

Bic;;

Of course, the Yiang dragons were taken slightly aback by Siofra's odd outcome. But then again, was it realy that odd? Any other being would have killed the King, there and then. With no question about it and without a shadow of doubt. Yang turned to look at her brother, slightly confused aswell. Not against Siofra's response, but actually agreeing with her. Yes, why didn't you just kill him, Ying? He turned his head to look at his sister as the telepathic message came through his head.
"Because," he began outloud, hoping that the others would hear him, but still directing his speech to Yang. "When I was fighting in the cave...When I met Niveria..." Ying didn't know how to explain things, he still hadn't told the whole truth about what happened to anyone. He tilted his head to the floor and closed is eyes. "My view on life...changed...you could say."

Ying now turned his head to Siofra and stared at her in disbelief. "If I had killed the King. If you had killed the King. In the end, are we any better? If we take a life for revenge, what makes us any different than him?" There was a long pause, and only the wind broke the silence.
"As soon as he gets back, as soon as people find out what he has done, people will want him dead anyway. It's better to leave his death to others, than to carry the burdon ourselves for the rest of our lives...I'm sorry if you disagree."
The black Yiang dragon didn't expect a response from Siofra, he had said what he had to say, and nothing more could be done. He didn't know if she would leave the situation, or go looking for the King herself, to kill. But if she did, Ying wouldn't go to help her, not this time. Yang stayed quiet next to her brother, for she could hear everything that was going through his head. Now she understood.

~((After ages of not putting a somewhat finishing post to this on my part, I finally managed to bring myself to type. I probably was just reluctant to finish an awesome rp ^^ Kinda sad, isn’t it?))~

Siofra had only taken a few steps when the black Yiang dragon’s words pierced the otherwise silent atmosphere and it was then that she finally understood his motivation. It was then that it finally came to her that she had been wrong in assuming that they only needed to kill him to make it all better. It was a hard blow when she realised that her drive for revenge had gotten the better of her once more and that she had almost made a very fatal mistake. Slaying a king, no matter how many crimes he had committed, no matter how much wrong he had done, would never be accepted as a just cause.

Staying where she was for a few more heartbeats, she finall turned around after a while to face the waiting dragons and Huor. Slowly, the anger began to fall from her face, only to be replaced by an expression of relief mixed with defeat. “You are right,” she said, “and I apologise for my behaviour.” Looking from one to the other, she noticed that Huor’s face was finally losing its shocked grimace and a smile was slowly beginning to creep back into his face. That was the Siofra he knew, the one who knew what was right, even if it was not necessarily right by her personal agenda. He had not understood her reaction but now it also dawned on him why she had reacted the way she did. Revenge had always been in her blood, ever since he had met her and it had always been a very close struggle between letting it consume her or sealing it away to its dark confines within her mind.

“Everything you said is true,” the half-elf continued to tell Ying. “It would indeed make us no different to him, probably the opposite, and it would not change anything in the end.” As Siofra now moved back to the other trio, Huor came to meet her and gently pulled her into a hug, holding on tightly, before she released herself out of his embrace and stepped closer to the dragons, putting a hand on each of their noses. “It’s been a pleasure,” she smiled, the honesty behind her words clearly marked in her eyes as well. She had grown fond of the Yiang dragons over the course of this adventure and she was certain she would never forget them. “Feel free to call on me whenever you need me.” Huor silently stepped next to her and bowed his head to the dragons, adding to Siofra’s words: “It has been a pleasure indeed and I will fight by your side, should the need ever arise again.”

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