The Last Dragon

Good Girl

Author's Note: Trigger warning for sexual assault.

☽ KIRA ☾

Time no longer meant anything to me. It passed like the whispering winds on the plains of the midwest, unyielding as it matched forever forward. Moonlight and sunlight marked the passage of days from a decrepit window in one wall of the cell, high above my head. I was surrounded by stone walls, broken only by silver bars that stood formidably across from that single window.

Emptiness was all I had felt for centuries. The rage had died long ago, replaced first by fear, then loneliness. Finally, there was nothing, all at the hand of my former mate. My hope of escape had dwindled because only a second chance mate could free me. But how could they find me if few knew I was still alive and trapped in a cage?

A millennium ago, the last of my children died in the throes of heartache. They were designed for soul bound mates, but as the world expanded some of them rejected the missing piece of their souls for another, all in the name of lust and what they thought was true love. As heartbreak drove the rejected ones mad, they rampaged across settlements before being taken down at the tips of silver swords. Dragon slaying was never just a fairytale.

With their true mates and missing soul piece dead, the remaining dragons slowly fell into heartbreak until they too had gone mad and also met their end at the tips of swords and spears. For the first two hundred years after the last of my line died, my mate begged me to give him more children, but I couldn't go through the pain of watching them die again.

We were King and Queen of the vampire race and I felt that was enough. I didn't know then how wrong I was. The King snapped, going on rampage with his vampire brethren, leaving humans, witches, and werewolves under his control after long and bloody fights for dominance. Three hundred years of slavery to the vampire race followed, and I sat on the sidelines and watched it all, believing my love would change the King's heart.

There came a day when I knew he would never change, when he drained an entire village of people for the pleasure of it. He had truly gone mad and I could no longer sit idly by and watch him destroy the world. I used my magic to sever our bond and left his side, seeking a werewolf pack who were causing him all sorts of trouble. I pledged my loyalty to their Alpha and Luna, promising my magic to help them in whatever way was necessary.

Despite that, I couldn't kill the King, and now I paid for that lapse in judgment nearly every day.

My only visitors to the dark place I had lived in for five hundred years either sought to harm me, or tried to soothe the wounds left by the first. I knew I wouldn't die here, because my body kept stitching itself back together, leaving jagged scars everywhere he touched. A thin collar of pure silver encircled my neck, inscribed in runes that kept my dragon and my magic at bay.

ᛙ◟ˎ⠃ ᚽᛁ◟ᛁ, ⠃⸝ᛍᛁᛍ ╵ᚽ⸝⸌⸌ ⸜ˎ⸍ ި⸝╵╵

"From here, magic shall not pass"

I had created the collar myself in a desperate desire to save my children. If they couldn't shift into dragons, they couldn't rampage upon settlements and die at the tips of swords. Instead, they just withered away, starving themselves in their madness.

☽ ☪ ☾

Anxiety settled over me as I sensed someone coming to my place of isolation. Dark-haired, tanned, and purely beautiful in every way beauty can exist, Nikolai Grey, King of the vampires, appeared at the top of the stairs. Hidden beneath his beauty and dark green eyes was true cruelty. Judging by the bulge in his pants, the pain he would inflict on me today would be the most intimate of all.