Only One WayThere was no one left. The few humans that had remained had all been transformed into the throng of minions that came at him now. Wisdom wouldn't have recognized them, even if they could speak. For the last hour he had expensed enough energy to flatten out an entire realm. Yet the waves of lizard looking men never ceased, and as the prince cast his last spell he felt the tension of energy run dangerously low.
He was beyond help at this point. The unicorn Osha, whom had given her horn to both protect and be protected, was of no help. Attempting to use her own power would mean merging her soul with his, something neither one wanted. Then, it would be Merlock all over again. And yet, as the prince paused to count up the thousand more green Dracons approaching from the east, and silver taking flight from the west, he knew that, alone, there would be no victory.
The surrounding Dracons waited. They knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in. Then he would be taken, as his champions
False Truths, False HopesHe knew it would come to this. The reason why his brother and Chanté had traveled from Crystal Valley all the way to the Realm of Trully was not because they were curious about humans. Well, they were. But they could never say anything to any of the clan members about it. And heaven forbid should Shy mention something to Chronicles about it. As both clan leader and father to them both, Chronicles held a hard understanding about humans that neither one truly came to grips with. He never told them the truth of why the clans split, or why he hated humans so much.
Now as Keith and his brother Shy hashed out their possible future, the memories of his father haunted the back of his mind. In the past, he had thought it was because his father lacked the responsibility to continue what his grandfather had left off. In truth, Chronicles had been skipped as leader after his father. Though it was clan law that leadership be passed to the next generation, Providence saw fit that Keith's mother
Task of a PrinceHe lay his head back against the chair's neck rest to reflect the day's accomplishments, which in his opinion would have been very little to all the sitting and thinking about how to deal with his problems. While his few servants busied themselves attending his every need that might make him more comfortable, the prince could not help but consider himself a failure.
"I haven't even been prince a month." Keith closed his eyes, trying to hold back tears. "Two weeks, if that!" Around him, he could sense a pause. "Already, I'm losing it!"
"No, you're not." Irene, whose long black hair had been pulled into a ponytail, rinsed out a wet towel and carried it over to his side. "You're aiming your goals too high." She dabbed his forehead with the cloth. "It's your first time as prince. You can't expect yourself to be perfect."
Keith sighed and relaxed under her gentle touch. Irene was a sweet person, with a mean streak at cooking. She knew how to turn boiling water into a favorable dinner. Befor