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Prompt 37: Time Stood Still
A primal roar escaped his throat as he swung his fist full force towards the armored male. His fist crushed through that metallic plate, a feat no mere human possessed, but then who said he was human? The armored guard stumbled back from the impact, coughing as blood began leaking through the guard on the helmet.
Another guard came barreling forward, spear down and at the ready. Nerius heard the thudding steps, twisting his body back as the sharp end of the weapon missed his chest by mere inches. Just another tear in his already bloody shirt, that oughta make his mother happy…
As the spear hovered now, the guard made the mistake of not pulling his weapon back to closer to him. Nerius took hold of the shaft, a grin crossing his features.
"Ooohhh, now you fucked up didn't ya?"
A heavy tail seemingly sprung from his spine, swinging around, tripping the guard. It was enough for Nerius to pull the spear away, breaking it over his knee. Then to just add salt on the wound, the male lifted the sharpened end towards his jaws, crunching down several times. After a few well placed bites, he removed the spearhead from his mouth, which was now nothing more than dull scrap metal.
That grin remained plastered on his face, "Coward, fighting with your swords and pointed sticks. Why don't you all fight me like a man."
Nerius then proceeded to continue hand-to-hand combat, throwing his tail in now and then for good measure. Despite the growing number of guards, the man seemed to be enjoying every moment of the fight that was happening.
His hand grabbed the back of a guard's head, dragging him down so it met cobblestone. As another tried to come up from behind, Nerius' heavy duty tail once again appeared, smashing hard into the guard's side, likely crushing both metal and ribs.
"Let me go! Big brother!"
Time seemed to slow, his fun coming to an abrupt stop. That voice, that title, only one called him that…little Lillian.
Nerius was frozen in place. His sister, her voice was terrified, a pleading cry. He didn't have to see her face, he could hear the tears pouring from her eyes and down her face, he could scent the heavy scent of fear. The male's heart sank as his blue eyes settled on the heavily armored figure.
The armored male held a small girl by her hair, partially lifting her off the ground. The small wings on her back flapped feebly as she continued to cry, tiny fists trying to hit at the fist gripping her in place. This armored individual seemed different from the rest. His armor was more flamboyant so to speak, much better built, but none of that mattered. Right now, that man held little Lillian, and didn't seem to letting go of the crying child any time soon.
MOVE! Why couldn't he move?! Time was standing still, and his body refused to do anything. Nerius, unlike his baby sister, wasn't as good at taking to his dragon form whenever he wanted, and now when the situation called for it, his body just wouldn't move.
"Well well, we have a little dragon chick here…hmph, I truly wish it would shut up."
The small girl only whimpered. Her struggling grew weaker as that armored male held her in place, moving his hand down to wrap around her neck. A chuckle came from the darkness of the helmet, a hand raising from his side.
Almost instantly time once again started to turn. Nerius arms were suddenly pinned backwards, chains coming through several glowing portals behind him, wrapping around his arms and legs, slowly pulling backwards. Each time the chains reeled in, an excruciating wave of pain flooded his system. The pain! He wanted to drop, to try and get away, but he was suspended in place.
The armored figure slowly made his way through the guards that had gathered, each one moved out of his way. The small girl had given up her struggling, limp as the hand remained around her throat. He soon stood before the chained Nerius, features hidden behind the helmet, but the presence of this powerful male made Nerius actually feel a tinge of fear, but then being chained in place didn't help. If only he could move!
"So, you must be that troublesome Dragonkin giving my men problems…wait a minute…"
The armored male suddenly paused. Once again with his free hand, he reached outwards towards Nerius. A primal instinct finally kicked in, making him attempt to bite and tear the hand that was reaching towards his chest, but was instantly caught by another chain springing from behind, wrapping around his throat, slowly tightening.
Despite hidden features, the armored one's voice was a smirk, "Ah, ah, ah, you will let me do this, I just want to be sure I have this right."
Cold metal rested against his torso. Instantly at the touch he felt like his entire body had turned to ice, a burning, freezing sensation raced throughout his system. His mouth opened to scream, but only a gurgle escaped, for the chain was still around his neck, continuing to coil tighter ever so slowly.
Visions flashed in his eyes, none of which made sense. The only thing he saw was his father now and then as the pictures continued to move swiftly. Each scene didn't stay too long, each one more confusing than the last.
What was all this, did this have something to do with his father? His father, a half-human half-giant, had once been a major general in the human's army, but then he went against orders, Nerius had heard the story, knew it well by his mother's mouth. His father refused to kill the heirs of the Dragon King, having instead saved the Dragon Prince and Princess, turning against his own men that day.
He had been exiled from the human realm, and despised by the dragons, for it was believed it had been his father that killed the Dragon Queen long ago. How Nerius' mother, a crystal dragonelle, and his father had come to meet and see past their differences, and eventually love, well, that was a story for another time.
The visions continued to dance across his eyes, before one scene paused long enough for him to see. A tall, muscular male. That frame, Nerius knew it anywhere, it was his father. However, standing before him was another male, this one seemed on the lighter side, not as heavily built, more human. Could this possibly be an event from the past? Something he wasn't told?
His father seemed to be talking to the other. Nerius couldn't understand a word, but he picked up on the tone of voice. There was a stern note, one he himself was quite familiar with, only that sternness also had some gentle, caring measures to it. This, this sounded nothing like that.
"So…I was correct…son to the man whom turned his back on his own people…"
The chains around his arm suddenly jerked back. The movement and strength behind it caused a sudden crack to erupt. Once again, Nerius wanted to scream as his arms were now bent further back than what was normal, broken. His eyes blurred, feeling burning tears begin to rise. Desperately, he was now trying to cling onto conscious.
That armored male was beginning to talk again, but he could barely understand a word as the pain continued to course through his body. Though something appeared to be happening in the background.
Nerius was suddenly falling, the cobblestone rushing up to meet his face. He hit the ground, his vision beginning to grow darker. Figures, panic, guards were running, but from what? The dragonkin could've sworn he heard an all too familiar roar…a roar that caused the very world to shake around him.
A giant shadow came swooping down, hovering over, he felt it. Voices, roars, everything started to be drowned out by nothingness. The world continued to grow darker as his eyelids felt even heavier.
He needed to stay awake…stay…awake…
