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King Lucian looked over his progeny, proud of the three dragons he had raised.
Zenali stood, chomping at the bit. She was eager to get into the colesium and claim her place as Queen.
Seval was just as eager to start, although one would never be able to guess. He stood, almost hunched over, surveying his siblings as if weighing their weaknesses.
Meanwhile, Raulf was shying away. He complained about having a hurt foot, "I can't go into the colesium, can't I just forfeit. I don't mind."
Inari furrowed her brow, "We could put off the contest for a few more days. I don't want you fighting with a hurt foot."
Lucian sighed, "Raulf, grow up. If you want to cower away from victory, then at least go discreetly lose. Don't be an embarrassment."
Zenali barked a laugh, "Yeah. You'll never be king with that attitude."
Raulf ducked his head as Inari stroked his wing to comfort him.
Seval drew closer to his father, wishing to speak to him, but, as always, not being able to find the words. He just got Lucian's signature look of 'you'd better not mess this up.'
Seval gave a steady nod and made his way to the colosseum.
Zenali noticed he was going and turned tail, overtaking him quickly.
Raulf gave one last pleading look towards his mother before degectedly following his siblings.
As soon as they entered the battle area, three creatures came forward to fight. They saw Seval, and seemed to notice that he was the weakest, physically. They targeted him, lashing out ferociously.
He fell back and let Raulf and Zenali fight while he healed himself with a potion. He didn't want to use that this early. He'd have to be careful.
"Get back out here, coward!" Zenali shouted, tearing through the opposition, "Are you gonna outlast us by hiding in the background? That suits you!"
Seval steeled himself and jumped back into battle.
The three of them fought, and as they did, Seval noticed that Zenali wasn't acting herself. She was... Thinking? She wasn't jumping in, mindlessly throwing herself at the enemy like in training. This was a big deal for her, wasn't it?
Likewise, Zenali saw something in Seval she had never noticed before. She hadn't expected him to come back into the fight, but there he was, even keeping up with her.
The siblings were stronger.
Even as Raulf and Zenali eventually used their potions, the three of them continued to fight together. Raulf noticed his siblings. For once in their lives they weren't arguing. In fact, he realized they were helping each other, fighting side by side. With each enemy they faced, they inched further from Raulf.
He would always be the odd one out, wouldn't he?
There was no way he could be king.
Raulf would be better off in a new clan, without two older sibling's shadows marking everything he did.
He stopped fighting.
It wasn't long for the enemies to notice that he wouldn't put up a fight. It didn't take long for them to swarm him, clawing at his scales and drawing blood. He closed his eyes and just waited for it to be over.
Lucian, who was watching the whole thing, let out a roar, "Raulf has fallen! Remove Prince Raulf from the colosseum."
Zenali and Seval looked up in shock. Raulf didn't look them in the eyes as dragons came into the colosseum and started picking him up, trying to carry him away.
Zenali glanced at Seval, who returned her look. But there was no more animosity between them. They would fight side by side, brother and sister, until one of them fell. And for once they didn't really mind who it would be.
The battle raged, with the two dragons beating every enemy that came their way. Flashes of green and black scales flew by as they fought, almost as if they were doing a deadly dance. Perfectly in sync.
And it was in sync that they fell. The enemies crowded them, jumping on their backs and pinning down their wings. Zenali fought, but was pushed to the ground even harder. She and Seval locked eyes and she saw something in him that she had seen her whole life, but never acknowledged.
He would be a good king.
Zenali, who had never stopped fighting, since the moments she scrambled from her eggshell and ran towards her mother, relaxed. She let the victory go, wishing her brother luck with one last gaze into his eyes.
"Zenali has fallen. Seval is the new Heir of Oblivion!"
King Lucian looked over his progeny, proud of the three dragons he had raised.
Zenali stood, chomping at the bit. She was eager to get into the colesium and claim her place as Queen.
Seval was just as eager to start, although one would never be able to guess. He stood, almost hunched over, surveying his siblings as if weighing their weaknesses.
Meanwhile, Raulf was shying away. He complained about having a hurt foot, "I can't go into the colesium, can't I just forfeit. I don't mind."
Inari furrowed her brow, "We could put off the contest for a few more days. I don't want you fighting with a hurt foot."
Lucian sighed, "Raulf, grow up. If you want to cower away from victory, then at least go discreetly lose. Don't be an embarrassment."
Zenali barked a laugh, "Yeah. You'll never be king with that attitude."
Raulf ducked his head as Inari stroked his wing to comfort him.
Seval drew closer to his father, wishing to speak to him, but, as always, not being able to find the words. He just got Lucian's signature look of 'you'd better not mess this up.'
Seval gave a steady nod and made his way to the colosseum.
Zenali noticed he was going and turned tail, overtaking him quickly.
Raulf gave one last pleading look towards his mother before degectedly following his siblings.
As soon as they entered the battle area, three creatures came forward to fight. They saw Seval, and seemed to notice that he was the weakest, physically. They targeted him, lashing out ferociously.
He fell back and let Raulf and Zenali fight while he healed himself with a potion. He didn't want to use that this early. He'd have to be careful.
"Get back out here, coward!" Zenali shouted, tearing through the opposition, "Are you gonna outlast us by hiding in the background? That suits you!"
Seval steeled himself and jumped back into battle.
The three of them fought, and as they did, Seval noticed that Zenali wasn't acting herself. She was... Thinking? She wasn't jumping in, mindlessly throwing herself at the enemy like in training. This was a big deal for her, wasn't it?
Likewise, Zenali saw something in Seval she had never noticed before. She hadn't expected him to come back into the fight, but there he was, even keeping up with her.
The siblings were stronger.
Even as Raulf and Zenali eventually used their potions, the three of them continued to fight together. Raulf noticed his siblings. For once in their lives they weren't arguing. In fact, he realized they were helping each other, fighting side by side. With each enemy they faced, they inched further from Raulf.
He would always be the odd one out, wouldn't he?
There was no way he could be king.
Raulf would be better off in a new clan, without two older sibling's shadows marking everything he did.
He stopped fighting.
It wasn't long for the enemies to notice that he wouldn't put up a fight. It didn't take long for them to swarm him, clawing at his scales and drawing blood. He closed his eyes and just waited for it to be over.
Lucian, who was watching the whole thing, let out a roar, "Raulf has fallen! Remove Prince Raulf from the colosseum."
Zenali and Seval looked up in shock. Raulf didn't look them in the eyes as dragons came into the colosseum and started picking him up, trying to carry him away.
Zenali glanced at Seval, who returned her look. But there was no more animosity between them. They would fight side by side, brother and sister, until one of them fell. And for once they didn't really mind who it would be.
The battle raged, with the two dragons beating every enemy that came their way. Flashes of green and black scales flew by as they fought, almost as if they were doing a deadly dance. Perfectly in sync.
And it was in sync that they fell. The enemies crowded them, jumping on their backs and pinning down their wings. Zenali fought, but was pushed to the ground even harder. She and Seval locked eyes and she saw something in him that she had seen her whole life, but never acknowledged.
He would be a good king.
Zenali, who had never stopped fighting, since the moments she scrambled from her eggshell and ran towards her mother, relaxed. She let the victory go, wishing her brother luck with one last gaze into his eyes.
"Zenali has fallen. Seval is the new Heir of Oblivion!"