My Idea Box

ORIGINAL IDEA: Watcher of the Dragon Princes-Meetings in the Dark

Dôn carefully trailed over the muddy field, completely wrapped in a brown cloak. It had been borrowed from one of the peasants under her, a trusted ally. Thankfully, the tears and holes were more than enough to make the queen mother of the Brittons look like a mere monk or a traveler. At night, under a cloudy sky, it also helped to hide from the cool night air.

Continuing on her path, Dôn treaded over the dirt. The smell of mud lingered in the air from the recent rain shower. She pulled up her hood, covering the fine brown locks and the beads of her crown. It was not long until she finally came across the rocky caves, far outside the territory of any human king. One such cave, Dôn approached only to stop just short of entering it. Still, she hid herself in the shadow of the rocky outgrowth and kept watch for anything.

"Dôn," a voice rumbled in her mind as soon as she arrived. "I thought... you would not come."

Dôn turned to the cave. "What makes you say that?" she inquired the being inside with all the posh and dignity for a royal such as herself.

"You rarely come to visit these days... I have not heard a word from you... or your court," the voice replied in low spirits.

"You know how it is. The people might talk if they see what I do in my free time."

"They talk... nonetheless."

A wry smile spread across Dôn's wrinkled face, but it hid the concern welling inside of her. "As much as I enjoy our old banter, tell me why you brought me out of the middle of nowhere? Surely, a meeting at your fort would do."

"No... it would not."

"And why is that?"

"Because... there is no one else... I can trust..."

As the words were spoken, Dôn saw a large form shift slightly in the cave. What little moonlight there was gleamed slightly, revealing red-colored scales as a pair of large eyes snapped open. They were as large as boulders, and the dagger-like pupils shone like stars at night. The color was something Dôn had not expected.

They were dull red.

For the first time tonight, the queen mother's eyes widened. "No..." she gasped, then quickly composed herself. "Are you sure?" she asked, hoping her old friend was wrong.

A low grumble came from the cave. "I am weakening... It will not be long... I will succumb to the Blood Wrath."

For the longest moment, Dôn struggled to find the words. "What is it you need?" she finally inquired, her expression of the utmost seriousness.

"My kin... they must be protected," wheezed into Dôn's mind.

As soon as she heard it, Dôn began to fear the worst. Enemies would come at all sides, if they knew the truth. The clans, their races, and even the entire kingdom would be consumed in all out war. Dôn immediately went through all the possible contingencies she had formulated for such a situation.

With one plan in mind, Dôn looked at the eyes and curtsied to them as she had several times in the past. "It will be done, your majesty."