This is a story that I wrote recently, and Im actually pretty proud of it, so I thought I would share it. This story is like, the 30th in the series, but due to content, I wont post any of the others. I thought some of you might like to read this. Please, let me know what you think, and be honest. Any and all feedback is appreciated.
Matheau and Beijore:: The Stratford Legacy Begins
Dreaming. A deep dream in which one knew that they were dreaming, and yet everything was so very real, that one would think that they could reach out and touch everything that they saw. A majestic blue dragon, regal in all his magnificant glory. Patches of deeper blue than the rest on his hind legs. The brillant golden breast and belly scales......fading......fading......
Beijore sat up with a gasp. The dream had just ended, and yet, she was already losing the details of it. She felt that she knew the dragon in her dream, and yet........"Beijore, is everything alright?" The voice of her mate, Matheau.....Calming....Soothing.....
"Yes, my lord, everything is alright." Beijore said, settling back down on the bed and nuzzling into his neck for comfort, closing her eyes. It was then that she realized her slip. She had called him 'my lord', something that she had never once called him before. Why had she called him that' Was it something to do with the dream, or was it a mere slip of the tongue" If Matheau had noticed the slip, he gave no notice of it, only his wings wrapping around her as he held her in his arms to comfort her. "It was just a dream, that's all. I don't know why it has shaken me up so......."
"Sometimes dreams are disturbing, no matter how innocent that they may seem, my love." He kissed her neck softly, snuggling her neatly against his belly. It never ceased to amaze her just how perfectly that she fit there against him, as though when she had used her magic to transform him, it made him just large enough for the purpose. Still, she never felt more comfortable and at ease than she did when she was curled against him, underneath the safety of his wings. "Remember the dream that I had?"
"I wish that I could forget." She said softly into his neck. She really wished that she could. The dream he had had about the terrible monster that was his father that had raped her, killed her and all of their children, and at last taken Matheau as well. But her dream was nothing nearly as terrifying, but it was familiar, so very familiar......"Matheau, what do you know about me?" The question came from nowhere, and it stunned Matheau into silence for a moment, and all he could do was stroke her side lovingly. Finally, he spoke softly.
"I know of you what you have told me, my love. I never asked you about your parents, or your past. I never thought it my place to ask, and if you didn't want to tell me then that was your right." He cocked his head at her in question. "Why are you asking me that, love" I don't understand.....Is something wrong?" Beijore sighed softly and tried to snuggle closer into him. She felt cold, and she didn't know why. She wasn't ill, had the dream really been that bad" She couldn't remember it......
"Matheau.....I can't explain it, but I feel like something is going to happen....Something that is going to change everything. But there is alot about me that you don't know, and that you should know. I've never told you anything about me.....It's like when we first came together, and you never told me that you were half dragon....." She sighed again, looking up into his eyes. "Matheau, I have to tell you everything. So please, just listen to me, alright?" She took a deep breath and steeled herself before she began.::
"Matheau, this cave, I was not born here. When I was a young drakka, I wandered the world for a long while. When I took this cave as my own, the village below wasn't even here yet. Before that, I lived somewhere else.......A dragon kingdom." Matheau suck in a brath. He had never heard of a dragon kingdom before! He couldn't even imaginesuch a place, it had to be huge! But before his mind could wander to fantasy island, Beijore continued. "My mother and father live there still.......Or at least, my father does. From what I heard in my travels, my mother passed away shortly after my departure." Beijore fell silent after that, and Matheau hugged her close.
"Matheau, my dearest love. I feel it in my heart that something is going to happen, something tha is going to completely change our lives.I cannot say how I know, or when it will happen, but it is going to be soon." Beijore fell silent again, and for the rest of the day, eijore didn't speak a word. She would occasionally look to the lair entrance, as though she were expecting someone, or something, to enter. Matheau was very worried, but try as he might, he could get no more information.
********************
Two weeks laer, after countless more sleepess nights and dreams that left Beijore quaking in his arms, something DID happen. They were awakened by terrified shrieks from the village below, and immediately upon high alert. But then a large green dragon landed in the cave's entrance, and he called out loudly. "Beijore Jezebella Dra'kmere......If you are here, show yourself, we have no time, the situation is urgent!" Matheau growled loudly and immediately moved to shelter her and their children, but Beijore nuzzled his neck and stood beside him.
"I am Beijore Dra'kmere no longer, but Beijore Jezebella Stratford. This is my mate, Matheau Stratford......Now, tell me, what is your business here" Speak at once, or remove yourself from our home!" Despite her raised voice, it lacked the force of what she would have had in protecting her children, and Matheau knew it all too well. But he stood firmly at her side, the curious hatchlings clamoring to get a view of the strange dragon. He was smaller than even Beijore, but his hide, and the membranes of his wings were painted and decorated.
"My name is DraKkor WindBlade. I come as a messenger of the Dragon King, NooRoak Dra'kmere. He is in dire health, and his time is coming soon. He asks.......Nay, DEMANDS the audience of his daughter, the princess, as you are about to take the throne. Most do not think he will last the week. Please, come to him with all due haste!" As this odd dragon named his mate, his Beijore a princess, Matheau looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. Then he chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"Sure you jest. There must be some mistake....." Matheau made to move forward to force the intruder out, and Beijore read his intent as clearly as if he had voiced it aloud. Beijore unfurled her wing and put it between Matheau and the stranger. Drakkor eyed him as though analyzing how much of a threat he could be.
"As her highness' supposed mate, I am to show you the proper respect as such, however it has not been proven." Matheau felt his blood begin to boil, and it was only through a gentle nuzzle from Beijore that he didn't leap at the intruders' throat. "Drakkor, if you know what is good for you, you will insult us in our own home no more, do I make myself perfectly clear?" When Drakkor lowered his eyes and bwed his head so that his lower jaw was nearly touching the floor, Beijore turned her eyes to him, and he saw something there that he had never seen before, and at that moment, he vowed never to see it again. What he saw in those sparkling pools of emerald was absolute fear. Whether it was fear of his reaction or fear of what lay ahead of them, he could not say.
"Matheau, this is no joke. My father really is a Dragon King, and i'm sorry I never told you so. I always knew this day would come, but a part of me had hoped that if I ignored it, it neer would. When Drakkor says that we're running out of time, it means that.....My father is running out of time."
"And since you are the surviving heiress, you will rule as Queen. If this is indeed your mate, and it is proven before the kingdom, he will rule at your side as the new King. If it is not proven, however......"
"I know what will happen, Drakkor, now be silent!" Matheau looked at her again in surprise. For one thing, he had never heard her use such a commanding tone before. And for another, she was hiding something from him. He didn't understand all this talk about 'proving' that he was her mate. Was the dragon so blind that he could not see the three hatchlings hiding behind them' "Matheau, take the children to Sasha's. I'm sure that Drakkor is under orders to guide us back."
"No!" The word left his muzzle before his mind could even form it, startling both Beijore and the messenger. "A princess you may be, but you are my mate first, and you cannot just order me around! I'll not leave you alone here with him! If we are going anywhere, we go together, as a family."
"Your highness, if I might make a suggestion....." Drakkor said, bowing his head yet again. "It may be in your best interest to bring your entire family with you.....Just in case things take a turn for the worst." From the look on his face, Matheau could tell that there was no 'if' involved, only the when.
"So be it. We'll fly to Sasha's lair first and gather up her, Bakkaran, and Matheau II, (Beijore had taken to calling him that, for she thought it sounded fancier) and from there, we will backtrack to Aurokhan and Jocelyn's to pick up them and their little ones." Beijore sighed softly. "This is going to be a long flight, made longer by the fact that i'll have far too much time to think." Matheau wished that he could comfort her in some way, but he had no idea of what was going on. He just had the shock of his life finding out that his mate was a princess!
"As time is vital, I highly suggest we get a move on." Drakkor said, turning to look directly at Matheau. "You, illigitimate one. You will carry the children. The princess cannot be burdened with....UNGH!!" It happened before Matheau could even piece it together in his mind. Bijore roared in fury and struck him full force in the face with her tail, dropping him like a stone from a mountain top.
"You were warned, messenger!" She spat down at him, tendrils of smoke curling from her nostrils. "You insulted my husband again, and you also insulted me and my offspring by labeling them burdens!" Matheau actually had to restrain laughter, because she placed a kick into his gut while he was down, taking the breath clear from his lungs. She then lowered her head and snarled at him. "When you can get up again, you report back to my father that we are on the way. We go from here alone, I know the way." With no more words to Drakkor, She picked up Beijara and then kissed Matheau. "Sorry dear, will you take our sons" We've a lot of miles to cover." With the children in their arms, they departed, leaving the messenger to groan and writhe on the floor.
******************
"I wish I had been there!" Aurokhan said after he had heard what happened. "You really kicked him when he was down, Mom' Wow, you kicked his butt!"
"No one insults my mate or my children." Beijore said with a snort, though now that her anger had worn off, it was a snort of amusement. "Let that be a lesson to you all. Don't stand for anyone insulting you, no matter who they are, or what their status." After the family had gathered and a short summary was given of what was going on, they began their journey. Unbelieveably, the hatchlings were all calm and very well behaved, making it worlds easier on the adults. However, they didn't want to chance their luck, so when they started to grow weary, Beijore directed them to a large clearing where all of them could fit comfortably. Following one of Bakkaran's ideas, the six adults formed a ring around the group of hatchlings, the easiest way to keep an eye on them.
"If the wind is favorable, we should be there by noon tomorrow." Beijore said quietly. It was clear to everyone that she was anxious and wanted to be there now. "And if all goes well, it will be your first meeting with your grandsire....I wish you all had a chance to meet your grandame, but..." She trailed off, and even if Matheau hadn't already known that she had passed, he would have understood immediately from that hint alone. Clearly, everyone else did too, because for a long while, the only sounds were of the hatchlings wrestling with one another, and the sound of the crickets chirping in the darkness.
"So what is this kingdom like?" Sasha inquired, breaking up Matheau the II and Aurthur with gentle prodding from her tail, for they were getting a little too aggressive in their play.
"I bet it must be huge to accomodate a large number of dragons at once." Aurokhan said, staring off into space. Clearly he was trying to picture it with his mind's eye, and having very little success.
"Yes, it is an amazing place, Aurokhan. But its not a kingdom like the humans have. There is a palace, yes, but that is the ony structure within the kingdom." Beijore explained. "Now, now, don't look so crestfallen, Aurokhan. We are dragons, we've no need of buildings. What you is is sure to impress, I can promise you that much." It fell silent for a moment before she looked over her shoulder. Flicking her tail, she stood. "Matheau, will you take a walk with me?" His response was immediate, of course. He stood and approached her, waiting. The others closed the ring further to keep the hatchlings from escaping. "We won't be gone very long." As they started off, Aurokhan snickered.
"No sneaking off to mate, now!" This was answered by a chorus of laughter and hooting from the others, to which Beijore rolled her eyes and called back; "Stop acting like your father!" This caused even louder laughter, especially from Matheau.
After they had wandered a ways into the forst in silence, Matheau stopped and sighed. "I take it we are not on this walk to take in the scenery, are we love?" Beijore shook her head and sat down.
"Matheau, were going to be expected to act very differently once we get to the kingdom, and I wanted to go over some of the basics with you now. For starters, i'm going to start addressing you as 'My Lord' in public, and you'll have to address me as 'My Queen', or 'My love.' As royalty, we cannot us our normal terms of endearment for one another in the public's eye."
"I can understand that, love, but there is something that has been bothering me. That messenger kept saying that I had to 'prove' that I was your mate, yet our children were right there. What did he mean, and how exactly do I go about proving that I am your mate?"
"Matheau, this is something that I know is going to bother you.....So I want you to sit down, relax, and just listen to me, alright?" When Matheau nodded and only after he had been sitting down for a few moments did she speak. "Matheau, one of the oldest traditions in my father's kingdom is the proing of the royal line, and when one of the royal line takes a mate, he or she must prove to the kingdom that the mate-in-question is a strong, worthy mate." She began to shift nervously from side to side, and Matheau could tell that her story was nearly to it's climax. "In order to prove your worth, we hae to undergo a ritual together.....We have to.....That is, we must...." Matheau stood and cupped her jaw lightly in his paws and kissed her softly. She had been shaking in her nervousness, but when he kissed her, she sighed happily and her shaking slowly stopped.
"My love, think of all the trials we have already been through and overcome together. Our love and our bond are strong." He let go of her and sat back down, curling his tail around his haunches. "Nw, take a deep breath, relax, and tell me what it is that we must do."
"We have to mate in front of the entire kingdom and you have to mark and impregnate me!" Beijore blurted, and Matheau's eyes went wide.
"WE HAVE TO WHAT"!!!" Beijore shrank back from him in fear, even as the roosting birds fled the nearby trees with squawks and caws of protest and anger. "Beijore, you can't possibly expect me to...."
"But you HAVE TO!" Beijore cried, staring him dead in the eyes, no sign of humor or jest was there. "If you don't, that means that i'll be open to suitors......That is what the messenger tried to say beore I stopped him." She lowered her eyes, and tears dripped down into the grass. "I know....That it may be embarrassing, and you may even find it a bit degrading. But if you dont do this, then you will lose me, Matheau, and not by choice. Bcause if you can't or won't do it, mak no mistake....I will end my life. My life is nothing without you." There was such conviction in her voice, such certainty, that he would have been a fool not to believe her. A shudder crept up his spine at the very thought of her taking her own life, and he quickly shook the thought away.
"I would neer allow that to happen, my beloved, no matter what I had to go through, no matter how humiliating." He took her paws gently in his own, entwining their tail together. "You and our family mean more to me than anything in this world. Besides....." He smirked and squeezed her paw. "It might be fun to see how many dragons I can embarrass with my size and sexual prowess." Despite herself and the seriousness of the situation, Beijore found herself giggling. She shouldn't have been surprised, Matheau had always been good at making her see the lighter side of things. When she stopped giggling and finally got herself untangled from him, the pair made their way back to where the rest of the family was waiting for them.
***************
"Hooooooly Shit!" Was Aurokhan's exclamation when he first laid eyes upon the kingdom, earning him a hard swat from Sasha, Jocelyn, and Beijore for his use of foul language in front of the hatchlings, and of course, a laugh from Matheau and Bakkaran at Aurokhan's expense. But of course, his reaction was only natural, considering the sheer beauty of what lay before them.
After they had climbed or the rise of a high mountain, it dropped down into a deep valley. The way it was shaped, one would think something massive had fallen from the sky, and scarred the planet's surface. But it would have to have been a very large something, for the crater surrounded by moutains stretched for miles in every direction, further than the eye could see. What could be seen, however, was breathtaking. Forests that were lush and green and full of life. The grassy meadows and plains were also thriving with life, some of it dragons looking up at them as they passed by. Soon the palac came into view, and everyone except Beijore let out startled gasps of surprise.
The towering palace was menacing, stretching many stories into the sky and claiming miles of territory for itself. "My ancstors built this palace, stone by stone." Beijore commented as she began her descent. "But the true beauty of this kingdom, my father's pride and joy, lays behind the palace." The family's gasps of awe were alot louder, and Beijore chuckled, not knowing how they could have missed it before. Behind the palace was a massive waterfall spilling down the cliff-face, falling into a lagoon the deepest and purest blue unlike anything that any of them had ever seen. The palace stretched into the sky, but the roaring waterfall started many lengths above the palace, almost at the top of the mountains. With the sightseing done, Beijore led them down to the palace doors where two guards, A large bronze and a smaller white, blocked their path.
"State your name and buisness." The bronze stated gruffly, but not at all unfriendly, his gaze firm and penetrating.
"My name is Beijore Jezebelle Stratford, daughter of NooRoak Dra'kmere, the king. Please take me to him immediately." The guard nodded and lead them into the palace. The palace itself was full of tapestries and photos of her ancestors, and in the center of the grand hall was a fountain of a majestic blue dragon. If she remembered correctly, it was the likeness of her great-great-great grandsire.
"We have been expecting you, my princess. We were instructed by your father to bring both you and your prospective mate (Matheau barely contained a growl hearing this) to him immediately. While you are in audience, we will show the rest of your family around the kingdom, and then to the temporary living quarters. Follow me, Highness." Matheau had no idea why it was necessary for him to be there, but he didn't argue, only followed.
They came to a large set of doors carved with the golden shapes of two huge dragons on them. Their guard exchanged a word or two with the guards posted, and one of them slipped inside. "Wait here, you are being announced to the King now, Princess." With that, he bowed and left. They didn't have to wait longer than a minute or two before they were ushered inside quickly.
The throne room was huge, and at the end of the long walkway were two twin thrones carved of what smelled to be oak, and gilded with gold. Sprawled out on the silken cushions of one was an old dragon that Matheau could have instantly identified as Beijore's father, even had he not known ahad of time. A lighter shade of blue than her for the most part, save for the jagged streaks of sapphier on his flank and tail. His eyes, however, were a shade of lavender, not Beijore's emerald green. However, in his old age, he had gone blind in his right eye, leaving it a milky white. Beijore tried her best to keep her composure, but she was beginning to shake, and her mouth went dry. When they reached thed three steps eading up to the throne, beijore bowed her head low so that her jaw touched the marbled floor, and was thrilled to see Matheau mimic her. "Daddy, i'm here." she said softly, raising her head.
"I always did love it when you called me that, my precious daughter." The old dragon rumbled. His voice was very deep, and Matheau thought it was the sound a mountain would make, if it could talk. "I am glad you made it here so quickly, so that I could se you one last time. Don't look so upset, my precious daughter, death is inevitable, and I have lived a long, rich life." The dragon took a slow, rattling breath, and for a moment, Matheau had feared it was his last. But after a quiet moment, he continued. "My passing is not why I had you sommoned, and we both know that. You are my first and only child, Beijore, so you are to take the throne. And this....." He motioned to Matheau. "This must be my son-in-law?"
"Yes daddy, this is Matheau. We found each other in the mountains where I made my home." Beijore fell silent for a moment and Matheau turned to look at her in question. "Daddy, please, let me go get your grandchildren, and your great-grandchildren so that you can meet them!" She was pleading, practically begging him, but he shook his head.
"It is better that I pass with them not knowing me. Imagine the pain it would inflict upon them, to meet their grandsire for the first time, only to have him die moments later." He waved at the air, as though trying to shoo a fly away. "No, my daughter, I remained alive for one purpose.....To meet this fine young dragon who has won your heart. I still remember the dad you left. "You said to me, 'I'm never taking a mate, daddy! I'll come back stronger and be one of your imperial guards, just wait and see!' You were so young, I didn't want to let you go.....But look at you now." He smiled to her, and he was crying silent tears. "All grown up with hatchlings of your own. I'm so very proud of you, my daughter."
Then his head turned to Matheau, and he felt like he was being stripped to his soul under the old dragon's -his fathers, he corrected himself- gaze. "You seem a good and noble dragon, Matheau. You would not have been able to win my precious daughter's love otherwise. You will take my place wether you like it or not. Beijore will help you, but you must learn on your own. Uphold the laws and traditions I have fought so hard to keep intact these long years. But most importantly, never hurt my daughter. I'll be watching, and if you hurt her, you'll answer to me in the next realm." His warning delivered, he laid his head on his paws and smiled, closing his yes. He gave one last shakey breath, and then he was still forever. As Beijore threw herself into his arms and grieved her loss, Matheau's mind was a confusion of mixed thoughts and emotions. But on thought showed through clearly:
"Her father's story and legacy may be over......But ours is just beginning."
Matheau and Beijore:: The Stratford Legacy Begins
Dreaming. A deep dream in which one knew that they were dreaming, and yet everything was so very real, that one would think that they could reach out and touch everything that they saw. A majestic blue dragon, regal in all his magnificant glory. Patches of deeper blue than the rest on his hind legs. The brillant golden breast and belly scales......fading......fading......
Beijore sat up with a gasp. The dream had just ended, and yet, she was already losing the details of it. She felt that she knew the dragon in her dream, and yet........"Beijore, is everything alright?" The voice of her mate, Matheau.....Calming....Soothing.....
"Yes, my lord, everything is alright." Beijore said, settling back down on the bed and nuzzling into his neck for comfort, closing her eyes. It was then that she realized her slip. She had called him 'my lord', something that she had never once called him before. Why had she called him that' Was it something to do with the dream, or was it a mere slip of the tongue" If Matheau had noticed the slip, he gave no notice of it, only his wings wrapping around her as he held her in his arms to comfort her. "It was just a dream, that's all. I don't know why it has shaken me up so......."
"Sometimes dreams are disturbing, no matter how innocent that they may seem, my love." He kissed her neck softly, snuggling her neatly against his belly. It never ceased to amaze her just how perfectly that she fit there against him, as though when she had used her magic to transform him, it made him just large enough for the purpose. Still, she never felt more comfortable and at ease than she did when she was curled against him, underneath the safety of his wings. "Remember the dream that I had?"
"I wish that I could forget." She said softly into his neck. She really wished that she could. The dream he had had about the terrible monster that was his father that had raped her, killed her and all of their children, and at last taken Matheau as well. But her dream was nothing nearly as terrifying, but it was familiar, so very familiar......"Matheau, what do you know about me?" The question came from nowhere, and it stunned Matheau into silence for a moment, and all he could do was stroke her side lovingly. Finally, he spoke softly.
"I know of you what you have told me, my love. I never asked you about your parents, or your past. I never thought it my place to ask, and if you didn't want to tell me then that was your right." He cocked his head at her in question. "Why are you asking me that, love" I don't understand.....Is something wrong?" Beijore sighed softly and tried to snuggle closer into him. She felt cold, and she didn't know why. She wasn't ill, had the dream really been that bad" She couldn't remember it......
"Matheau.....I can't explain it, but I feel like something is going to happen....Something that is going to change everything. But there is alot about me that you don't know, and that you should know. I've never told you anything about me.....It's like when we first came together, and you never told me that you were half dragon....." She sighed again, looking up into his eyes. "Matheau, I have to tell you everything. So please, just listen to me, alright?" She took a deep breath and steeled herself before she began.::
"Matheau, this cave, I was not born here. When I was a young drakka, I wandered the world for a long while. When I took this cave as my own, the village below wasn't even here yet. Before that, I lived somewhere else.......A dragon kingdom." Matheau suck in a brath. He had never heard of a dragon kingdom before! He couldn't even imaginesuch a place, it had to be huge! But before his mind could wander to fantasy island, Beijore continued. "My mother and father live there still.......Or at least, my father does. From what I heard in my travels, my mother passed away shortly after my departure." Beijore fell silent after that, and Matheau hugged her close.
"Matheau, my dearest love. I feel it in my heart that something is going to happen, something tha is going to completely change our lives.I cannot say how I know, or when it will happen, but it is going to be soon." Beijore fell silent again, and for the rest of the day, eijore didn't speak a word. She would occasionally look to the lair entrance, as though she were expecting someone, or something, to enter. Matheau was very worried, but try as he might, he could get no more information.
********************
Two weeks laer, after countless more sleepess nights and dreams that left Beijore quaking in his arms, something DID happen. They were awakened by terrified shrieks from the village below, and immediately upon high alert. But then a large green dragon landed in the cave's entrance, and he called out loudly. "Beijore Jezebella Dra'kmere......If you are here, show yourself, we have no time, the situation is urgent!" Matheau growled loudly and immediately moved to shelter her and their children, but Beijore nuzzled his neck and stood beside him.
"I am Beijore Dra'kmere no longer, but Beijore Jezebella Stratford. This is my mate, Matheau Stratford......Now, tell me, what is your business here" Speak at once, or remove yourself from our home!" Despite her raised voice, it lacked the force of what she would have had in protecting her children, and Matheau knew it all too well. But he stood firmly at her side, the curious hatchlings clamoring to get a view of the strange dragon. He was smaller than even Beijore, but his hide, and the membranes of his wings were painted and decorated.
"My name is DraKkor WindBlade. I come as a messenger of the Dragon King, NooRoak Dra'kmere. He is in dire health, and his time is coming soon. He asks.......Nay, DEMANDS the audience of his daughter, the princess, as you are about to take the throne. Most do not think he will last the week. Please, come to him with all due haste!" As this odd dragon named his mate, his Beijore a princess, Matheau looked at her as though seeing her for the first time. Then he chuckled softly, shaking his head.
"Sure you jest. There must be some mistake....." Matheau made to move forward to force the intruder out, and Beijore read his intent as clearly as if he had voiced it aloud. Beijore unfurled her wing and put it between Matheau and the stranger. Drakkor eyed him as though analyzing how much of a threat he could be.
"As her highness' supposed mate, I am to show you the proper respect as such, however it has not been proven." Matheau felt his blood begin to boil, and it was only through a gentle nuzzle from Beijore that he didn't leap at the intruders' throat. "Drakkor, if you know what is good for you, you will insult us in our own home no more, do I make myself perfectly clear?" When Drakkor lowered his eyes and bwed his head so that his lower jaw was nearly touching the floor, Beijore turned her eyes to him, and he saw something there that he had never seen before, and at that moment, he vowed never to see it again. What he saw in those sparkling pools of emerald was absolute fear. Whether it was fear of his reaction or fear of what lay ahead of them, he could not say.
"Matheau, this is no joke. My father really is a Dragon King, and i'm sorry I never told you so. I always knew this day would come, but a part of me had hoped that if I ignored it, it neer would. When Drakkor says that we're running out of time, it means that.....My father is running out of time."
"And since you are the surviving heiress, you will rule as Queen. If this is indeed your mate, and it is proven before the kingdom, he will rule at your side as the new King. If it is not proven, however......"
"I know what will happen, Drakkor, now be silent!" Matheau looked at her again in surprise. For one thing, he had never heard her use such a commanding tone before. And for another, she was hiding something from him. He didn't understand all this talk about 'proving' that he was her mate. Was the dragon so blind that he could not see the three hatchlings hiding behind them' "Matheau, take the children to Sasha's. I'm sure that Drakkor is under orders to guide us back."
"No!" The word left his muzzle before his mind could even form it, startling both Beijore and the messenger. "A princess you may be, but you are my mate first, and you cannot just order me around! I'll not leave you alone here with him! If we are going anywhere, we go together, as a family."
"Your highness, if I might make a suggestion....." Drakkor said, bowing his head yet again. "It may be in your best interest to bring your entire family with you.....Just in case things take a turn for the worst." From the look on his face, Matheau could tell that there was no 'if' involved, only the when.
"So be it. We'll fly to Sasha's lair first and gather up her, Bakkaran, and Matheau II, (Beijore had taken to calling him that, for she thought it sounded fancier) and from there, we will backtrack to Aurokhan and Jocelyn's to pick up them and their little ones." Beijore sighed softly. "This is going to be a long flight, made longer by the fact that i'll have far too much time to think." Matheau wished that he could comfort her in some way, but he had no idea of what was going on. He just had the shock of his life finding out that his mate was a princess!
"As time is vital, I highly suggest we get a move on." Drakkor said, turning to look directly at Matheau. "You, illigitimate one. You will carry the children. The princess cannot be burdened with....UNGH!!" It happened before Matheau could even piece it together in his mind. Bijore roared in fury and struck him full force in the face with her tail, dropping him like a stone from a mountain top.
"You were warned, messenger!" She spat down at him, tendrils of smoke curling from her nostrils. "You insulted my husband again, and you also insulted me and my offspring by labeling them burdens!" Matheau actually had to restrain laughter, because she placed a kick into his gut while he was down, taking the breath clear from his lungs. She then lowered her head and snarled at him. "When you can get up again, you report back to my father that we are on the way. We go from here alone, I know the way." With no more words to Drakkor, She picked up Beijara and then kissed Matheau. "Sorry dear, will you take our sons" We've a lot of miles to cover." With the children in their arms, they departed, leaving the messenger to groan and writhe on the floor.
******************
"I wish I had been there!" Aurokhan said after he had heard what happened. "You really kicked him when he was down, Mom' Wow, you kicked his butt!"
"No one insults my mate or my children." Beijore said with a snort, though now that her anger had worn off, it was a snort of amusement. "Let that be a lesson to you all. Don't stand for anyone insulting you, no matter who they are, or what their status." After the family had gathered and a short summary was given of what was going on, they began their journey. Unbelieveably, the hatchlings were all calm and very well behaved, making it worlds easier on the adults. However, they didn't want to chance their luck, so when they started to grow weary, Beijore directed them to a large clearing where all of them could fit comfortably. Following one of Bakkaran's ideas, the six adults formed a ring around the group of hatchlings, the easiest way to keep an eye on them.
"If the wind is favorable, we should be there by noon tomorrow." Beijore said quietly. It was clear to everyone that she was anxious and wanted to be there now. "And if all goes well, it will be your first meeting with your grandsire....I wish you all had a chance to meet your grandame, but..." She trailed off, and even if Matheau hadn't already known that she had passed, he would have understood immediately from that hint alone. Clearly, everyone else did too, because for a long while, the only sounds were of the hatchlings wrestling with one another, and the sound of the crickets chirping in the darkness.
"So what is this kingdom like?" Sasha inquired, breaking up Matheau the II and Aurthur with gentle prodding from her tail, for they were getting a little too aggressive in their play.
"I bet it must be huge to accomodate a large number of dragons at once." Aurokhan said, staring off into space. Clearly he was trying to picture it with his mind's eye, and having very little success.
"Yes, it is an amazing place, Aurokhan. But its not a kingdom like the humans have. There is a palace, yes, but that is the ony structure within the kingdom." Beijore explained. "Now, now, don't look so crestfallen, Aurokhan. We are dragons, we've no need of buildings. What you is is sure to impress, I can promise you that much." It fell silent for a moment before she looked over her shoulder. Flicking her tail, she stood. "Matheau, will you take a walk with me?" His response was immediate, of course. He stood and approached her, waiting. The others closed the ring further to keep the hatchlings from escaping. "We won't be gone very long." As they started off, Aurokhan snickered.
"No sneaking off to mate, now!" This was answered by a chorus of laughter and hooting from the others, to which Beijore rolled her eyes and called back; "Stop acting like your father!" This caused even louder laughter, especially from Matheau.
After they had wandered a ways into the forst in silence, Matheau stopped and sighed. "I take it we are not on this walk to take in the scenery, are we love?" Beijore shook her head and sat down.
"Matheau, were going to be expected to act very differently once we get to the kingdom, and I wanted to go over some of the basics with you now. For starters, i'm going to start addressing you as 'My Lord' in public, and you'll have to address me as 'My Queen', or 'My love.' As royalty, we cannot us our normal terms of endearment for one another in the public's eye."
"I can understand that, love, but there is something that has been bothering me. That messenger kept saying that I had to 'prove' that I was your mate, yet our children were right there. What did he mean, and how exactly do I go about proving that I am your mate?"
"Matheau, this is something that I know is going to bother you.....So I want you to sit down, relax, and just listen to me, alright?" When Matheau nodded and only after he had been sitting down for a few moments did she speak. "Matheau, one of the oldest traditions in my father's kingdom is the proing of the royal line, and when one of the royal line takes a mate, he or she must prove to the kingdom that the mate-in-question is a strong, worthy mate." She began to shift nervously from side to side, and Matheau could tell that her story was nearly to it's climax. "In order to prove your worth, we hae to undergo a ritual together.....We have to.....That is, we must...." Matheau stood and cupped her jaw lightly in his paws and kissed her softly. She had been shaking in her nervousness, but when he kissed her, she sighed happily and her shaking slowly stopped.
"My love, think of all the trials we have already been through and overcome together. Our love and our bond are strong." He let go of her and sat back down, curling his tail around his haunches. "Nw, take a deep breath, relax, and tell me what it is that we must do."
"We have to mate in front of the entire kingdom and you have to mark and impregnate me!" Beijore blurted, and Matheau's eyes went wide.
"WE HAVE TO WHAT"!!!" Beijore shrank back from him in fear, even as the roosting birds fled the nearby trees with squawks and caws of protest and anger. "Beijore, you can't possibly expect me to...."
"But you HAVE TO!" Beijore cried, staring him dead in the eyes, no sign of humor or jest was there. "If you don't, that means that i'll be open to suitors......That is what the messenger tried to say beore I stopped him." She lowered her eyes, and tears dripped down into the grass. "I know....That it may be embarrassing, and you may even find it a bit degrading. But if you dont do this, then you will lose me, Matheau, and not by choice. Bcause if you can't or won't do it, mak no mistake....I will end my life. My life is nothing without you." There was such conviction in her voice, such certainty, that he would have been a fool not to believe her. A shudder crept up his spine at the very thought of her taking her own life, and he quickly shook the thought away.
"I would neer allow that to happen, my beloved, no matter what I had to go through, no matter how humiliating." He took her paws gently in his own, entwining their tail together. "You and our family mean more to me than anything in this world. Besides....." He smirked and squeezed her paw. "It might be fun to see how many dragons I can embarrass with my size and sexual prowess." Despite herself and the seriousness of the situation, Beijore found herself giggling. She shouldn't have been surprised, Matheau had always been good at making her see the lighter side of things. When she stopped giggling and finally got herself untangled from him, the pair made their way back to where the rest of the family was waiting for them.
***************
"Hooooooly Shit!" Was Aurokhan's exclamation when he first laid eyes upon the kingdom, earning him a hard swat from Sasha, Jocelyn, and Beijore for his use of foul language in front of the hatchlings, and of course, a laugh from Matheau and Bakkaran at Aurokhan's expense. But of course, his reaction was only natural, considering the sheer beauty of what lay before them.
After they had climbed or the rise of a high mountain, it dropped down into a deep valley. The way it was shaped, one would think something massive had fallen from the sky, and scarred the planet's surface. But it would have to have been a very large something, for the crater surrounded by moutains stretched for miles in every direction, further than the eye could see. What could be seen, however, was breathtaking. Forests that were lush and green and full of life. The grassy meadows and plains were also thriving with life, some of it dragons looking up at them as they passed by. Soon the palac came into view, and everyone except Beijore let out startled gasps of surprise.
The towering palace was menacing, stretching many stories into the sky and claiming miles of territory for itself. "My ancstors built this palace, stone by stone." Beijore commented as she began her descent. "But the true beauty of this kingdom, my father's pride and joy, lays behind the palace." The family's gasps of awe were alot louder, and Beijore chuckled, not knowing how they could have missed it before. Behind the palace was a massive waterfall spilling down the cliff-face, falling into a lagoon the deepest and purest blue unlike anything that any of them had ever seen. The palace stretched into the sky, but the roaring waterfall started many lengths above the palace, almost at the top of the mountains. With the sightseing done, Beijore led them down to the palace doors where two guards, A large bronze and a smaller white, blocked their path.
"State your name and buisness." The bronze stated gruffly, but not at all unfriendly, his gaze firm and penetrating.
"My name is Beijore Jezebelle Stratford, daughter of NooRoak Dra'kmere, the king. Please take me to him immediately." The guard nodded and lead them into the palace. The palace itself was full of tapestries and photos of her ancestors, and in the center of the grand hall was a fountain of a majestic blue dragon. If she remembered correctly, it was the likeness of her great-great-great grandsire.
"We have been expecting you, my princess. We were instructed by your father to bring both you and your prospective mate (Matheau barely contained a growl hearing this) to him immediately. While you are in audience, we will show the rest of your family around the kingdom, and then to the temporary living quarters. Follow me, Highness." Matheau had no idea why it was necessary for him to be there, but he didn't argue, only followed.
They came to a large set of doors carved with the golden shapes of two huge dragons on them. Their guard exchanged a word or two with the guards posted, and one of them slipped inside. "Wait here, you are being announced to the King now, Princess." With that, he bowed and left. They didn't have to wait longer than a minute or two before they were ushered inside quickly.
The throne room was huge, and at the end of the long walkway were two twin thrones carved of what smelled to be oak, and gilded with gold. Sprawled out on the silken cushions of one was an old dragon that Matheau could have instantly identified as Beijore's father, even had he not known ahad of time. A lighter shade of blue than her for the most part, save for the jagged streaks of sapphier on his flank and tail. His eyes, however, were a shade of lavender, not Beijore's emerald green. However, in his old age, he had gone blind in his right eye, leaving it a milky white. Beijore tried her best to keep her composure, but she was beginning to shake, and her mouth went dry. When they reached thed three steps eading up to the throne, beijore bowed her head low so that her jaw touched the marbled floor, and was thrilled to see Matheau mimic her. "Daddy, i'm here." she said softly, raising her head.
"I always did love it when you called me that, my precious daughter." The old dragon rumbled. His voice was very deep, and Matheau thought it was the sound a mountain would make, if it could talk. "I am glad you made it here so quickly, so that I could se you one last time. Don't look so upset, my precious daughter, death is inevitable, and I have lived a long, rich life." The dragon took a slow, rattling breath, and for a moment, Matheau had feared it was his last. But after a quiet moment, he continued. "My passing is not why I had you sommoned, and we both know that. You are my first and only child, Beijore, so you are to take the throne. And this....." He motioned to Matheau. "This must be my son-in-law?"
"Yes daddy, this is Matheau. We found each other in the mountains where I made my home." Beijore fell silent for a moment and Matheau turned to look at her in question. "Daddy, please, let me go get your grandchildren, and your great-grandchildren so that you can meet them!" She was pleading, practically begging him, but he shook his head.
"It is better that I pass with them not knowing me. Imagine the pain it would inflict upon them, to meet their grandsire for the first time, only to have him die moments later." He waved at the air, as though trying to shoo a fly away. "No, my daughter, I remained alive for one purpose.....To meet this fine young dragon who has won your heart. I still remember the dad you left. "You said to me, 'I'm never taking a mate, daddy! I'll come back stronger and be one of your imperial guards, just wait and see!' You were so young, I didn't want to let you go.....But look at you now." He smiled to her, and he was crying silent tears. "All grown up with hatchlings of your own. I'm so very proud of you, my daughter."
Then his head turned to Matheau, and he felt like he was being stripped to his soul under the old dragon's -his fathers, he corrected himself- gaze. "You seem a good and noble dragon, Matheau. You would not have been able to win my precious daughter's love otherwise. You will take my place wether you like it or not. Beijore will help you, but you must learn on your own. Uphold the laws and traditions I have fought so hard to keep intact these long years. But most importantly, never hurt my daughter. I'll be watching, and if you hurt her, you'll answer to me in the next realm." His warning delivered, he laid his head on his paws and smiled, closing his yes. He gave one last shakey breath, and then he was still forever. As Beijore threw herself into his arms and grieved her loss, Matheau's mind was a confusion of mixed thoughts and emotions. But on thought showed through clearly:
"Her father's story and legacy may be over......But ours is just beginning."