3- Queen
Story by Rifty on SoFurry
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Silvus weaved in and out of the crowd. Dragons and moles protested with poorly written signs. The City of Warfang had been seeing more and more since the defeat of Malefor. All of them demanding the Guardians step down from governing the city.
A large dragon caught sight of him, calling out to him and alerting the mob to his presence. "Stop right there Dragon! I've seen you meeting with the Guardians."
The silver drake sighed as he saw the mob surrounding him. "Please don't do this, I've got more pressing matters to attend to." His request ignored as the mob started to close in.
With a quick spread of his wings, his attackers were quickly restrained, ice freezing their paws to the ground. "Sorry everyone, but I have a meeting to attend to. The ice will melt momentarily." He gave them a smile as a portal quickly enveloped him.
Terrador lifted his head as the young Messenger appeared. "Silvus! Are you alright? Did any of them hurt you?"
Silvus waved his paw dismissively. "They got cold feet. This is getting pretty ridiculous though, and I do have to agree with them partially. The Guardians are advisors and overseers of the elements. With Warfang, they were not meant to be governing the city. Malefor is gone, you guys need to look into reestablishing a ruler."
"We understand that young one." Terrador sighed as he thought about the Dragon City. "But we need to find someone with proven experience. Placing someone into power without knowing how to rule could be devastating to everyone."
The messenger nodded. "But you also know what a Guardian ruling a city can do. Vrochi, Water Guardian and ruler of WaterMount. My father-in-law ruled the city with an iron fist. He was a tyrant and betrayed all that being Guardian means. That should have been the turning point there. I know you all have good intentions, but it's time for a change."
Silvus looked between Terradors, Cyril, and Volteer. All three stared at the ground in understanding. He was glad Rift and Kara were still on break, knowing his cousin would be uncomfortable with the idea of handing the government to a ruler.
To his surprise, it was the egotistical Cyril that finally spoke. "You're right young messenger. We will send word out shortly that we are looking for a ruler. I just hope the Ancestors look after the city."
"If I may my friends." Terrador interjected. "Hunter recently informed me of someone that might be an ideal candidate. I can have her here tomorrow."
Silvus nodded. "I'll be here. I'll have to inform my sister if this dragon qualifies. I'm not taking the blame when Rift finally gets back."
A new day had begun. Dragons were watching the entrance to the temple with expectant eyes. Today, a dragon would try to become queen.
Hearing the shout of a cheetah, the Light Messenger opened the door. Cheetahs, and their dark furred cousins, the Panthers, all entered the room and formed two lines, staring at each other. They all spoke at once. "All hail the mighty Queen Shara!"
Whatever the silver dragon expected as a queen, it was not what he saw. A young dragoness about his age stood in the middle of all the felines. She had turquoise scales, salmon pink chest plate, white horns that elegantly swept back, and silver eyes. Her tail lacked a tail spade.
The dragoness walked in a way that could only be described as royal. She stepped up to the Guardians and bowed. "Master Terrador, Cyril, and Volteer. I am Shara, great great granddaughter to former Warfang King Tiberus Thu'al, Dragon of the Poison Element, Queen of the Panthers, and the Peace Bringer between the Panthers and Cheetah. I offer my experience and blood right to be Queen of Warfang."
Cyril and his companions bowed back. "Ms. Shara, forgive my hesitance to acknowledge your title. We have no record of any offspring from King Thu'al, and I would like to be certain that you are who you say you are. Silvus, one of our brightest Messengers, has brought with him a book of former kings. We would ask of you a small droplet of your blood so that we may verify your heritage. "
The dragoness motioned for Silvus to proceed. He placed a book on the ground under her, opening it to a specific page. "Please place the droplet on the name on this page."
Shara lifted her paw and looked at the book. With a quick squeeze, a claw dug under the scales, drawing some blood. She pressed it to the page, lifting the paw to watch as the parchment glowed a bright blue. The Guardians looked at each other before slowly bowing to the dragoness.
The Light Messenger's tail tip twitched. The turquoise 'Ness was the rightful heir, but there was no record of her family after the king. Either way, her place was set.
Terrador looked at his companions and then the dragoness. "Welcome to Warfang, Queen Shara. The Palace of the King is to the north end of the city. Messenger Silvus will escort you there. We shall hold a ceremonial gala in your name in two weeks time. We are honored to serve under you."
"So… I am curious. For royalty, how have you never been to Warfang?" Silvus inquired, walking slightly behind the queen. Behind him were dozens of cats, marching with strict movement. Dragons that saw the dragoness quickly bowed.
Shara sighed in sadness. “When King Tiberus handed rule to the Guardians, it was with the promise that his next of kin would resume rule once the War of Dragon's ended. His son, and later my parents, would decline the position for… other interests. I was then next in line for the throne. Unfortunately my parents were murdered when I was little, and I spent my time learning how to survive, eventually uniting with the Panthers. They had been fighting with their Cheetah relatives for hundreds of years, and their numbers were slowly falling. I convinced the tribes to meet, and with Hunter of the Cheetah now serving as their Chief, they were able to reach an agreement and combine tribes."
Silvus chuckled softly. "Good old Hunter, he tries his best for his people. If Prowlus was still chief, you would have never convinced him. I remember all the problems between him and Rift."
The dragoness stopped. "The Fire Guardian, I've heard he's quite the character. Why wasn't he present?" Her attention was now solely focused on the messenger.
"My cousin is mated to Wind Guardian Kara and 'Master Tinkerer' Sithris. They're out for a few more days while Kara's heat passes. You seem pretty curious about him." Silvus looked at her closely.
Shara waved her paw dismissively. "I was just curious as to why there were only three Guardians. If you run into him, can you send him my way. If the Fire Guardian is the leader of the Warfang bunch, I would like to meet him."