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There were 3 certain things in Alaska's Life.
1. She was loyal to her queen
2. She was loyal to the crown
3. She was loyal loyal loyal.
It was her safety net. The three facts made up her entire life. When she panicked because the faces of the dead prisoners she had killed haunted her nightmares, when the blood would not wash off her talons, when dragons stared and made faces and whispered horrid things about her, it was the thing that kept her going.
I am loyal to my queen
What I am doing is right
I am not a monster.
The grand arena was Queen Scarlet's pride and joy. It was impossible to miss. The screams of dragons and scent of blood seemed to cling to the sand, soaked into every grain like a lingering curse. It reeked of death.
Alaska sat next to Queen Scarlet, trying not to look at the massacre below her. Her claws dug into the cold stone of the railing, a reflex, anchoring her to the space she had always occupied. Her mother, Peril, was fighting in the arena again. She was against a Sandwing she didn't know the name of. She didn't want to. His red, red blood was making its way down his back in tiny red rivlets making a slow steady pool at his feet. It was almost hypnotising the red carving little canyons in between his scales and into the sand. Slowly seeping the life away from him, claiming another life to haunt ground.
Red burns adorned his arms and tail as he fought an impossible battle, each swipe getting more frenzied and desperate. It was like watching something try fight the tide, impossible and completely unjust. Peril took another step towards him, a blank, resigned expression on her face. She reached forward and pinned his neck to the ground. As his screams grew wilder and more frenzied, Alaska looked away, unable to continue looking. She knew it would be her there tomorrow, her creating the screams and her giving another death to the sand.
Her Queen, Scarlet, had been in a foul mood ever since the dragonets had escaped her, sending out more and more. search parties to find them. They slipped out of her claws at the last second, but at least they had captured Kestrel. Alaska tried to feel grateful and relieved they had captured the traitor but she was unable to feel good about it when she knew what fate awaited her in Scarlet’s arena.
She mind began to spiral as she sunk deeper and deeper into her mind. The blood on the sand began to look like her own ruby red scales and her claws shook as the steam rising off them began to stifle her. She shook her head in vain desperation but she was already gone.
The first time she had seen the sky was glorious. There surrounding her encompassing her. A wide, weightless safe, place.
Her mother in the corner looking at her with a look of what she knew now as pity and regret. For she knew what would happpen. She knew the sky, the wide, free sky was just another wall keeping them trapped.
And there like the sun itself Scarlet. Queen Scarlet.
She had thought it was love.
She had thought Scarlet’s approval meant something, that it made her special. That she was chosen.
...
The first time she had killed a dragon, she had been too shocked to scream. The blackened, twisted, charred shell could be a dragon. There were no burning black talon marks along his neck and no bloody puddle at her feet dyeing her a deeper red. No No No.
Goby of the Seawings could not be dead
He is up, on a pedestal crouched as he devours his dinner.
He is snarling, thrashing his tail as the skywing queen condems him of genocide and murder.
He is desperate as he tries to run from her, his eyes bloodied and frenzy as his body kicks into its fight or flight.
He is. He is. no
He Was.
Screaming. There had been so much screaming.
And for all her firescales. She was cold. So cold.
A small curling smile like the smoke from Goby's body had made its way to Scarlets face.
"Perfect," she had purred, her voice a caress against Alaska’s scales. "Just perfect."
And in that moment, Alaska had smiled too.
Trying not to feel so Coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold
And something snapped. Not the kill but the undeniable inevitability of it all.
She could kill
She would kill
It was her purpose
She was loyal loyal loyalloyaloyaloyaloyalloyal
A yell brought her back from her stupor.
She was Queen Scarlets royal killing machine.
Queen Scarlet’s voice echoed in her mind, her words as sharp as a whip: “Loyalty means sacrifice."
It was ok.
She was ok.
The queen was like her mother. Everyones mother. Kind, pretty, perfect. And the least she could do was be obedient.
But obedience wasn’t born of loyalty; it was born of survival.
She was proud to be so important to her queen. To bring justice where it was rightly served. To kill murderers and criminals. She smiled to her self. She was happy.
She looked down.
Peril stood motionless in the arena, blood dripping from her talons, her blank eyes staring at the lifeless body beneath her.
Alaska knew that look.
She had seen it in her mother’s eyes before.
And she had seen it in her own reflection.
She swallowed, her throat tight, and lowered her gaze to the sand. Tomorrow, it would be her turn. Tomorrow, the blood would be on her talons again.
She was loyal to her queen.
She was loyal to the crown.
She was loyal, loyal, loyal.
But as the scent of death curled around her, thick and suffocating, she felt something crack inside her.
And for the first time, she wasn’t sure if loyalty was enough to keep her standing.
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