Chosen By The Dragon Kings novel Chapter 60

Elora’s POV

After lunch Silas went to prepare for the ceremony, to break the curse. We had to wait for the moon to be at its highest in the sky. So, we still had a few hours to kill and decided to check the greenhouses. To my astonishment everything was finished, the paddock was completely enclosed and the plants within it were now safe from the elements. Victor was helping in the greenhouse and they were now setting up lights and a workstation for drying out the medicinal herbs. Everything had come together, and Silas managed to do exactly what they said they would. Victor had enough stock to medicate half the City and Silas even gave him a few vials of blood to add to the mix. Victor was busy compounding medicines while Abigail was helping bottle and label them.

A few volunteers were even helping write down the medicinal properties of each plant so Victor could start teaching a few apprentices. For once the people of the city looked alive, smiles on their faces and things looked like they were changing for the better. Silas was also in an exceptionally good mood and excited for the curse to be broken.

I felt nervous, nervous that we were missing something. It just seemed a little too easy, say a chant and drink some blood. I wasn’t sure how curses worked, they were more personal not something that requires spells and enchantments. Everything seemed to be going perfectly and maybe it was because I have only grown used to disappointment, but I know something has got to give, in my experience for everything that goes right ten things go wrong, so tonight I was little worried, some nagging voice in my head telling me this spell wasn’t for the dragon kings but something else. Even Abigail had her doubts, but she too didn’t voice them after the other day. Even she questioned the spell itself.

When the night started to fall, we all went inside. Dragus pulling me up to the bedroom so we could get ready. It was now 11:40 pm and we had twenty minutes to before the Moon was at it’s highest. After getting ready and grabbing my grandmothers book from the library I met Abigail and Claire at the front door. Claire smiling brightly up at me, her eyes shining with knowledge a child of her age shouldn’t harbour. Claire without hesitation grabbed my hand and I watch the Three Dragon kings walk toward us. Silas holding a gold goblet with rubies around the base of it.

“Ready” I ask Claire looking down at her. She nods but the words that next leave her mouth shock not only me but Abigail and the three kings standing near us. Her voice not even her own but morphed into something otherworldly.

“Shall rise the Queen Aziza of the Draquin kingdom” Her voice sounded melodic, and her words startled me, yet the look on her angelic face held no doubt behind her words and that scared me. What could she possibly mean?

Shaking off her words, Silas opens the door staring down at her just as confused by what she said. I was no Queen, and this was not my kingdom. Walking outside, I gasp and take a step back bumping into Matitus.

“You okay?” He whispers my mouth falling open at the amount of people standing within the gates. Thousands of people stood watching as we walked out.

“Why is everyone here?” I whisper to him.

“Probably curious to see if you can break the curse, I left the gates open for people to enter. I didn’t think people would come to watch though” Silas answers but I can see he is also a little shocked, walking out, Silas grabs my hand walking us through the crowds, I watch as the crowd parts allowing us to move through easily as we walk to the centre where the moon is most visible. The silence falling over everyone was eery the only sounds were of the breeze and our footsteps as we made our way to the centre of the court. I looked nervously at the crowd all their eyes watching us.

A vampire with long hair tied at the back of his neck came and placed a round table next to me, Silas opening the passage of the book, I had to read from. Claire, I knew wouldn’t be able to read it given her age and would need to recite after me.

Looking down at Claire Abigail kneels beside her and touches her little face and I could see the concern on her face. Suddenly Claire’s eyes turned white, white as snow her pupils bleeding in her sclera’s. Her eyes taking on more of storm like blizzard caught within her.

“Claire?” Abigail asks panicked and I could see Silas step closer concerned for the little girl standing before him.

“Do you hear them Mama?” Claire asks her voice strong and unafraid.

“hear what Claire bear?” Abigail says looking up at me.

“The whispers, they have arrived”

“Who has arrived?” Silas asks his eyes darting to the crowd nervously.

Claire then turns and waves to a woman in the front row who was human. Claire didn’t even have to ask, she willingly stepped forward holding out her palm.

“The Blood of the sun and the child blessed to the light” Claire says as she slices the human woman’s hand her blood running into the goblet.

Claire then slices her own palm without even flinching like she didn’t even register the pain at all letting it bleed into the goblet, Abigail I noticed out of the corner of my flinched as she watched her daughter bravely slice her tiny palm, but remained still and I could see she had faith in her daughter, just as she pulls her hand away the moon reaches its peak the goblet starts shaking slightly and I watch as Claire grabs the goblet holding it above her head, the moonlight moving up her little body to rest on the goblet.

I watch amazed before I hear Claire’s voice echo though the knight “Don’t fear for the balance to be restored a sacrifice must be made, and the Queen reborn” Her words confusing me before I watch her drink from the goblet, then it dawns on me.

We are the sacrifice, yet I felt no fear of death, felt nothing but complete faith in her words and a strong urge to fulfil the prophecy, my grandmothers reassuring voice in my head, feel the whispers of my ancestors washing over me like a breeze, the voices carried with it growing stronger, and louder filling me and giving me, a sense of calm and I drop to my knees in front of her. She tips the goblet to my lips and I drink from it, feel the magic in the blood bleeding into my soul changing it.

Claire places the goblet down on the small tablet before grabbing the dagger, I reach for her as she slits her own throat, the dagger falling from her little hands as her body falls on top of me, Abigail’s blood curdling scream full anguish and heartache filling the night. And I whisper the last be piece

“I Elora Aziza forgive the sins and right the wrongs of the past, for I shall fall, for the balance to be restored, for we are reborn, and we shall rise” Grabbing the dagger, I feel the coldness of the blade as it runs across my skin as cut my throat, my life’s blood spilling out of me. The screams of everybody surrounding us, my eyes dart to Claire on my lap and the last sounds, I remember were the screams of our loved ones, the whispers of our ancestors and my last dying breath.

**Author Note**

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