Legend Of Aerglaen .◊. - [[Fantasy Story]] #27

Terror filled when she though it had seen her, but it hadn't and she feared for her life. She ran Towards one of the few standing buildings, and locked herself inside it. She could still hear the pair of wings and the enormous beast above her, and her breath began to quicken. Then she heard him land.

Slowly she looked at the place where she had been earlier and saw the beast land, someone jumping from his back. It was too dark to see whoever it was, but his voice could be heard. Lylith almost fell to the floor when she heard his voice. Shock and horror ripped through her being.

Her hands and her feet lost their strength and she fell to the cold ash filled floor of the ruined room. Large tears trailed down her face, like salty waterfalls. Her heart pumped painfully in her chest, every pump a jolt of pain rushed through her body. She covered her head in her hands and cried.

She cried for everything that had been done to her. She cried because all those who she loved were dead. She cried because the only home she ever known was burned down to ashes. She cried for her dead friends, for the lost of everything... And she cried because the responsible for all these horrible things was none other than... Scyth.

Then she got up when she heard the beast that was none other than Lethan, flew away. She looked through the hole and silently opened the door. She now knew who the evil priest was, and he was none other than her mate. She summoned her wings and went home, but stopped. He would see her like this, he would know where she had been, and he would know that she knew. Lylith looked for a river and stripped out of her clothes, cleaning herself and the clothes too. Then she put them on and went for her house. He should be there by now. Lylith landed on the balcony where Arias was still. The dragon looked at her and upon seeing her empty eyes she embraced Lylith under her wing.

"You knew didn't you?"

Arias nodded.

"But it would be better if you were the one to see it. I'm sorry..."

"It's... it's ok." Lylith stuttered... "What am I going to do now?"

"That only you know, Lylith, but remember. I'll always be with you."

Lylith nodded.

"So Lethan is you know..."

"He's evil too, just like his human companion. Actually... I didn't want to get pregnant so early. He... forced me."

Lylith's eyes widened. "I...I didn't know."

"It's ok now." Then she looked at the sky. "They're coming."

Lylith looked at the sky too, and indeed there they were, making their way over to the two of them.

Lylith subconsciously held on the dragon, and Arias warned her. Lylith let go and started playing with Somlor.

"Lylith?"

The girl tensed up, and turned to look at her mate. But he was not looking at her, he was looking at the baby dragon. Then he smirked.

"It seems like you're a father, eh Lethan?"

The black dragon looked at his son, and the little dragon stumbled until he reached his father. Lethan nudged the little dragon and licked him. Suddenly the little dragon perked up and jumped on to the big dragons back and laughed. The father shook himself playfully and caught the little dragon when he saw he was falling.

It seemed almost impossible for Lylith that this was happening. After their massacre, after all the destruction they had done how could they behave like this? Like... normal people. They were murderers!!! She shook her head and felt an arm around her waist.

Then she tensed once again as Scyth put his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"Let them have some family time, Lylith... Let's go inside."

The girl looked at Arias who nodded at her, and followed Scyth to the living room.

"Lylith... you seem so tense. Why?"

The priestess sat on the couch, not saying anything.

"Lylith, what do you have? What is wrong?"

The girl looked at him, her gaze a little frightened.

"Oh... I was just thinking."

His eyes were on her, almost pinning her against the wall. Lylith felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable under his observant eyes, then she felt herself being picked up and sat in someone's lap. He stroked her head, playing with her hair and for a moment she forgot she was in the lap of a murderer. The one who had killed everyone she had known and had tricked her into believing the evil priest was another guy. An innocent person.