CHAPTER SEVEN: The Incident

                                    

                                          
~~Rythian’s POV~~
                          
“You are beautiful!” My Father argued, his English accent piercing my ears.
                          
“Well then why didn’t you say that straight away?!” My Mother replied.
                          
“I wanted to say it in a romantic way, and you ruined it!” He stood up.
                          
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that. I thought you said romantic!” She retaliated. Tension built in the room, magic seeping out of her. She was about to blow. Today was the day.
                          
“I love you! You don’t seem to understand that!” 
                          
I should break this up. No, I couldn’t. This was meant to happen. I just didn’t see it. Rata sat next to me, we were both hiding behind the door frame. I can’t remember why.
                          
“I do understand! I just don’t like your attitude!” My Mother pulled herself up from the sofa she was sat on.
                          
“Don’t like my attitude? I’m not five!” 
                          
Silence. What a horrible thing in a situation like this. Because I knew. Right then. I knew that my Mother was going to blow, definitely. I couldn’t stop it. Rata was next to me. I don’t know when she came. But I was happy she came. Despite the fact she would see it too, she was company. Someone who would’ve been through the same things as I. For once.
                          
“Are you gonna change? Are you gonna hurt me?!” My Father shouted.
                          
“I don’t want to!” My Mother looked at him, her eyes growing brighter and brighter. “Don’t push me!”
                          
“What, like this?!” My Father walked over to her and nudged her slightly. It reminded me of when Sjin nudged me. I nearly turned that day. I’d had enough of it. But enough about that, back to the task at hand. Mother.
                          
“Joakim, don’t do this.” She asked calmly.
                          
“We aren’t working, Jane! This isn’t working!”
                          
“We can make it work.” She mumbled. She was getting quieter. She was getting annoyed. She was turning.
                          
“Can we? The children have picked up on it! They’ve picked up on the arguing!” My Father started pacing.
                          
“I’ve noticed.” My Mother glances to me. What raw emotions were swirling through her mind? She had sadness, anger, despair.  Every emotion that isn’t happy. She had it. 
                          
“Go on then!” He stopped pacing and turned to her. “You’re not even worth loving!”
                          
He didn’t mean this. He was angry. He’s never angry. He doesn’t know my Mother’s force. He’s going to die. Rata whimpered, causing me to look at her. She was heartbroken. Her eyes were glassy, her body was shaking, and her soul was dying.
                          
Mother was furious. Mother wanted to burn the room apart atom by atom. Mother’s eyes were glowing like a beacon. Mother’s skin started turning black. Mother was no longer Mother.
                          
“Joakim.” She said shakily. “Joakim.” She started shaking her head as scales came into view on her hands. “I love you.” She jerked to the floor, yelping in pain. Rata whimpered again, and ran off. She probably ran to get Tara. My Father shook his head. He didn’t mean it. He loved her.
                          
“Rythian. Get your sister and get to the safehouse.” He looked at me, before looking back to Mother. Or the beast where Mother once stood. She has grown, and claws were in the place of her black painted nails. Her purple dress had been replaced with a dark violet stomach, and wings and a tail morphed into her back. She was not a human. Well, she never had been, but now she’s different. Not an Enderwoman. An Ender Dragon.
                          
I was not taking my Father’s orders. I am not letting someone other than me take over this Kingdom. This is Blackrock Kingdom. This is my Kingdom now.
                          
An almighty roar snapped me out of my daydream. My Father, who had a whole range of weapons on his belt, was standing strong, not showing fear towards the mighty dragon. He was unarmed. He knew that this was his moment. He knew that I was worthy of the throne. He knew what would happen to Mother. He knew she would die.
                          
“The Queen!” A guard shouted, alerting others around him of the Dragon. She wasn’t a Queen. She was a beast.
                          
They were there in a flash. Surrounding the room, yet letting her have space. The Ender Dragon hardly fit into the large living room, but she still swung her tail furiously and attempted to burn the room down. To this day, I’m happy I wasn’t in there. I was slightly outside, watching as men died every couple of seconds. It wasn’t a war. It was suicide to the guards that tried to hold her back. My Father, he was in the blitz somewhere. 
                          
He was.
                          
He isn’t.
                          
He’s gone.
                          
And it’s my fault.
                          
I should’ve stopped the arguments, told them that it will lead to their downfall. I didn’t see this, I just know that this would happen. I read about it.
                          
The guards finally caught my Mother. No, she wasn’t my Mother. They finally caught her, whoever she was, and quickly created a portal. But not to the Nether. To the End.
                          
“Let’s kill her!” A guard shouted. I heard murmurs of agreement in the crowd of knights.
                          
Infuriated, I stood quickly and teleported in front of the now-stable Dragon. “Do not kill her! She is my Mother!” My eyes reflected on the faces of the men around me, showing they were bright. “This… Woman raised me and looked after me! And now you’re going to take her life?” I looked at each of them, straight in the eye. 
                          
They all looked around to the one who suggested the idea of her death, and he shakily stuttered a sentence. “She- She can’t stay here. We need to, we need to take her to the End. Sorry, Prince Rythian.”
                          
“He’s not a Prince!” Another guard looked back at me. “He’s a King! He has to be now, King Joakim is dead!”
                          
My heart collapsed. It was as though he didn’t care about my feelings, didn’t care about my Father, and didn’t care about the Kingdom. “You could’ve said that a little better.” I said through gritted teeth. He looked shocked, and then apologetic. No one said anything. My… Dragon behind me kind of sighed in relief, that I saved her from death. But then a man walked over to the strange looking portal, with eyes from my step-brothers, cousins and relatives, and slotted the final eye in. It flashed into life, scaring everyone and making the Ender Dragon squirm. Ropes were tightly locked around her, and some chains held her wings and mouth together. A set of guards all took her, via rope handles, to the portal, and everyone came over and shoved her into the unknown realm. 
                          
She was gone.
                          
I was orphaned. 
                          
And no one knew how I felt.
                          
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A/N: This was the story I wrote BEFORE I broke my hand, and I just forgot I wrote it.
                          
SO HERE, TO CURE YOUR BOREDOM.
                          
Take it! 
                          
Yeah...
                          
I want to write more D:
                          
BUT I CAN'T!
                          
Anyways... Babye!
                          
Emelia :)x