RISE OF THE PHOENIX DRAGON

Third person POV

The celebration was only hours away and everyone was bustling with excitement for it was the first ever ball in over three years. People got ready all except for general Kyra in fact she was in the battle field training as usual.

Going to that celebration which in honour of her tremendous bravery was the last thing on her mind. The thought of being around smiling people and loud music irked her whole body leaving shivers at outrageous thought.

She was so for used on training she never noticed the person that has come into the picture. ”You know there is a party being set in honour of you why are you here getting more ditry and sweaty instead of getting ready ” Frederick as he looks at the young woman who raised he so well.

”I don like parties ” she simply and plainly says as she continues her training.

”But I love parties especially ones that celebrate my daughters tremendous leadership skills ” he replies as he begins to play the sad card which he knew would work on her.

”Uhhh finnee but I am not wearing a dress end of story ” she decides as she packs up her training supplies.

”Im not getting any younger my days are very much limited and before I leave this earth seeing you wear one will be the highlight of my 300 year life and if you Do not want to thats fine I guess ” he sadly states as he turns to sadly walk away slowly as he counts down 5 4 3 2

”Wait Ill Ill wear the stupid dress but no make up and thats final ” she angrily replies as she rolls her eyes in annoyance.

”You look beautiful without makeup ” he cheekit responds.

”Yeah yeah whatever now lets go get this over and done with ” she answers back as they head to the palace.

Everyone has now arrived and are all gathered in the ball room as they wait for the guest of honour. A lot of the elders and members of the grand council were able to predict what was to happen as they all spotted the fairy dust and mirrors of truth. (They reveal to the people the colour of the Lunas dress.

His Majesty stood tall and confident by his throne, but deep inside he was a nervous wreck crumbling within.

The trumpets begin to sound alerting everyone about the guest of honours arrival. People begin to grin from ear to ear as the grand doors are opened. Kyra steps out with a firm expreason on her face. She is dressed in a plain white and simple elegant dress.

You would assume that a wedding is about to take place. She begins to descend from the staircase. As she walks closer to the fairy dust and mirror of truth everyone is silent as they watch the scene unfold before them, not wanting to miss a single detail.

Once her foot steps on to the fairy dust the magic begins. Light appears all around her confused self and blinds everyone else. Once the lights have simmered down gasps of adoration sparks throughout the room and soon everyone is on the their knees as they bow before her.

She looks puzzled and stares in Fredericks eyes that held one of shock. She turns around to find that her dress had completely changed the colour was now deep red and the design was absolutely stunning. She would never admit it but she loved the dress very much.

Looking to her hair she notices different coloured roses delicately placed on her nicely styled hair. ” What does that colour symbolise Freddrick? ” His majesty asks as he whispers.

His mother is quick to respond, ” Well Ill be, the last tine this colour ever appeared was when the first Luna Queen came, it symbolises that she will be powerful leader and the those roses on her head means she will also be on that is kind, generous, loyal, fair leader ” she says as she smiles happily at her new daughter in law.

Kyra continues walking still unaware of the situation she is in. Once she reaches up the stairs she politely bows before the royal family. ”It is a great pleasure to be standing before you all ” she responds tilting her head upwards enough for her to see them up close.

”Oh aren you just wonderful, there is no need for you to bow before us especially since we are soon to be…. ” ” soon to be honouring you for your remarkable work ” the queen mother is rudely interrupted by her son who swiftly saves himself from deep trouble with his now confirmed mate.

General Kyra eyes the king with great suspicion but is unable to detect anything other than power radiating off of him in big waves. The king breaks the generals winding thoughts with a clap of his hands demanding the attention of everyone in the room.

”As you all know this celebration has been called upon to honour one of the bravest warriors of all time ” the kings booms out and crowd yells with excitement.

Soon the warriors were awarded with honorary medals. Once they were all given a special medal is taken out from a box along with the sword of Callahan. ”I present you general Kyra with this medal and sword for not only protecting us but also being comrade and Leader to my people ” the crowds once again claps in excitement as she is handed her gifts.

A servant comes to the generals side and assists her by taking her gifts to her chambers. Soon the band begins to play. No one seems to be playing the instrument as the instruments have minds of their and joyously play the night away.

Everyone seems to be having the time of their lives all except her son and general Kyra in fact she was standing among the guards giving them instruction instead enjoying her own party.

With an idea popping up in her head and a sly smirk forming upon her lips. She walks over to the playing instrument and asks for a different more slow song. Once the music stops a new tune begins everyone now has someone to dance with. Satisfied the queen mother pulls her sons ears towards her lips and whispers, ” I do not like how you rudely interrupted me while I was talking to your mate you have a lot of explaining to do so for now I want you to go ask her for a dance right this instant ” she whisper yells before releasing her furious motherly grip and tapping his cheek.

Not wanting to anger his mother he steps of his throne and takes powerful confident steps to were she gracefully stands with a firm expression upon her face. Most of the people stopled to watch the fascinating encounter between the two.

” Care to have this dance with me general? ” He asks with hopeful glint sparkling within his stormy blue eyes.

”It would be an honour your highness ”she reluctantly agrees even though she really wanted to say no.

The make their way to the center of the ball room. The cream ceiling has turned into the night sky with the many stars appearing. With the music gracefully playing in the background they dance with one harmonial sync. Soon enough they are no longer on the ground but are floating above everyone. They a stop dancing to watch the two dance so beautifully.

As they dance everything else around them has been channeled out and it is as if they are the only one. Without realising it a small portion of general Kyras scent accidentally slips out leaving the king a small whiff of it his stormy blue eyes turn universal colours only his blood line posses symbolizing every One one of the powers he owns. To his surprise his wolf and vampire seemed to be in more control than the others as there is one thing lingering in his mind. Mark mate

General Kyra looks into his eyes and a face of horror appears on her feature expression as he leans in towards her neck with his werewolf vampire canines reaching for her neck. His strong grip on her waist would make it impossible for Kyra of the past.

She tries to call out his nane bur he does not seem to be in his right mind. ”We are not Damien we are Mozzar and Rex ” two very deeps voices resonate from within him. His alcoholic breath seems to strike some of her memory in realisation. He has been drugged with a strong dose of Alexia. She turns into a bee finally out of his grip. Quickly turning into a hawk flying fast so he does not channel any of the anger on the now frightened people.

Already aware that he was hit on her feather tail using the advantage of the night sky she turns into a midnight coloured tiger *this is a fantasy book so anything is possible*.

Stealthily hiding on the rooftops watching the angry king grunt in frustration of not being able to find her. Trying to step back a bit she stops dead in her tracks as he too stops from below and his ears perk up to see a little kids laughing loudly in the flowery garden unaware of a now dangerous presence.

Smiling evilly as he turns into his Dragon ( the one creature that could turn him to the dark side forever just by killing an innocent soul) and what is more innocent than two happy kids.

She turns to watch his line of vision and is quick to act, giving away her hiding spot she leaps towards him in human form with two daggers in hand ready to strike the dragons attention from her. But that was the whole idea of getting her out as she is hit with a universal coloured flame of fire. Hitting her head against the pillars he line of vision is blurred as she helplessly watched the king slowly approach the kids. While her whole body is on fire.

Not wanting to give up she tried to get up but fails terribly. ”Open your eyes ” a voice that belonged to no one around her left her in shock she begins to search around hopelessly until the voice speaks again. Finally able to find the voice only to find it in inside of her.

”Who are You? ” She manages to say as the fire begins to seethe through her a lot more violently. ”Im your Phoenix dragon and you have summoned me from within ” the voice grawfully states with a strong and confident voice.

”Now open your eyes then close them again and breathe in and out that way I can align with your thoughts and we can become one ” the voice responds. With nothing left to save the kids she hastily agrees following the instructions laid out to her.

The world begins to silence around her as she is now lifted up the ground and fire flames surrounding her. The light being too bright it distracts the ferocious beast once known as the king.

Crystal coloured eyes glazed with firey gold. Brown curly locks lengthened with golden streaks at the end. Sharp claws and a large firey dragon now in the line sight of the king and once clueless kids who have gripped each other for comfort.

”I am Calisto The Phoenix Dragon ”