covered her face with her hands
ignoring the shocked looks that the others gave them.
She called silently to the Three, asking if
they knew how to get rid of his life-sucker, hurting at his words
but still worried that if Jezebel had found out that she wouldn’t
stop until he was dead. He wasn’t allowed to die…
Her queries were met with silence. Whatever
their other problem was, it must be keeping them all too busy at
the moment to respond.
“Could this get any worse?” Layna shouted to
the heavens.
In a horrible cliché, they opened up and
unleashed a downpour on her in answer.
CHAPTER 7
Nathair opened his massive wingspan and let a
burst of flame erupt from his jaws into the air in answer to the
priest’s challenge. His people were less behind him than he had
thought. Out of the immediate region of the capital where the
worshipers had almost all turned to the Sleeping God even before
his coming, most of the commoners still prayed to and believed in
the Three. The Priesthood, though tightly under his control in and
around the capital, apparently had a hard time controlling those on
the outskirts of their power.
Even those noble manors who had converted
themselves out here practiced the will of the Sleeping God only
within their halls, but allowed those who held fealty to them to
practice in whatever pagan manner they saw fit. How dare they
still be following their antiquated ways . Nathair knew that
Nuko got a fair amount of pleasure out of the fact that the people
had started regarding the dragons as gods when they had so
vehemently opposed this relationship, but still, they were
worshiping the wrong gods.
They needed to worship HIM.
Nathair turned his eyes onto the priest and
brought his massive head inches away from the man’s face. His eye
was almost as big as his head. To his credit, the man didn’t
flinch. Instead he repeated again, “You are not our god, you are a
power-hungry charlatan who has learned how to change his form. It
is not unheard of. The priests in Naoham commonly use such
practices, though not usually to this degree.”
Nathair’s instinct to simply cut short the
man’s complaints by chomping on his head to prove he wasn’t an
illusion were tempered by the hostility in the growing crowd around
them. Eating their priest might make them afraid, but it would also
make them angry, and it certainly would not convince these people
to follow him. They were a sturdy bunch, and their fear and anger
would turn into revolt.
So, he transformed back into his human form.
“Alright, then follow me as your King. Treymayne has secretly been
gearing up for war against us, they recently threw my emissary into
prison and she has now mysteriously disappeared. Do you not want to
defend your country? To defend your brothers and sisters and
husbands and wives?” He spread his hands wide and spun in a circle,
indicating that he was speaking to all of the people present. “Do
you want me, as your King, to simply stand by and watch as my
people are slaughtered?” There was a murmuring amongst those
gathered and Nathair grasped at his opportunity. “No! I will not
stand by, and I would ask that you stand with me…Treymayne is also
our brother, though they have lost their way. It is our duty to
bring them into our empire and show them that they are family!”
“And you propose that we go to war with our
family?” asked an old woman from the crowd, waving a gnarled fist
at him.
“Sometimes you have to show a little tough
love,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders, “It’s not always easy,
but it is necessary. If we refuse to fight, then we will watch as
they overrun US, and their morals have become twisted. No doubt
they would rape, pillage, and burn all that stood in their way.
Their depraved actions are a cry for help, and we cannot deny them.
They need the strong leadership that we have developed here, need
to be brought into the modern civilization, shown the ways of the
future!” He
ignoring the shocked looks that the others gave them.
She called silently to the Three, asking if
they knew how to get rid of his life-sucker, hurting at his words
but still worried that if Jezebel had found out that she wouldn’t
stop until he was dead. He wasn’t allowed to die…
Her queries were met with silence. Whatever
their other problem was, it must be keeping them all too busy at
the moment to respond.
“Could this get any worse?” Layna shouted to
the heavens.
In a horrible cliché, they opened up and
unleashed a downpour on her in answer.
CHAPTER 7
Nathair opened his massive wingspan and let a
burst of flame erupt from his jaws into the air in answer to the
priest’s challenge. His people were less behind him than he had
thought. Out of the immediate region of the capital where the
worshipers had almost all turned to the Sleeping God even before
his coming, most of the commoners still prayed to and believed in
the Three. The Priesthood, though tightly under his control in and
around the capital, apparently had a hard time controlling those on
the outskirts of their power.
Even those noble manors who had converted
themselves out here practiced the will of the Sleeping God only
within their halls, but allowed those who held fealty to them to
practice in whatever pagan manner they saw fit. How dare they
still be following their antiquated ways . Nathair knew that
Nuko got a fair amount of pleasure out of the fact that the people
had started regarding the dragons as gods when they had so
vehemently opposed this relationship, but still, they were
worshiping the wrong gods.
They needed to worship HIM.
Nathair turned his eyes onto the priest and
brought his massive head inches away from the man’s face. His eye
was almost as big as his head. To his credit, the man didn’t
flinch. Instead he repeated again, “You are not our god, you are a
power-hungry charlatan who has learned how to change his form. It
is not unheard of. The priests in Naoham commonly use such
practices, though not usually to this degree.”
Nathair’s instinct to simply cut short the
man’s complaints by chomping on his head to prove he wasn’t an
illusion were tempered by the hostility in the growing crowd around
them. Eating their priest might make them afraid, but it would also
make them angry, and it certainly would not convince these people
to follow him. They were a sturdy bunch, and their fear and anger
would turn into revolt.
So, he transformed back into his human form.
“Alright, then follow me as your King. Treymayne has secretly been
gearing up for war against us, they recently threw my emissary into
prison and she has now mysteriously disappeared. Do you not want to
defend your country? To defend your brothers and sisters and
husbands and wives?” He spread his hands wide and spun in a circle,
indicating that he was speaking to all of the people present. “Do
you want me, as your King, to simply stand by and watch as my
people are slaughtered?” There was a murmuring amongst those
gathered and Nathair grasped at his opportunity. “No! I will not
stand by, and I would ask that you stand with me…Treymayne is also
our brother, though they have lost their way. It is our duty to
bring them into our empire and show them that they are family!”
“And you propose that we go to war with our
family?” asked an old woman from the crowd, waving a gnarled fist
at him.
“Sometimes you have to show a little tough
love,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders, “It’s not always easy,
but it is necessary. If we refuse to fight, then we will watch as
they overrun US, and their morals have become twisted. No doubt
they would rape, pillage, and burn all that stood in their way.
Their depraved actions are a cry for help, and we cannot deny them.
They need the strong leadership that we have developed here, need
to be brought into the modern civilization, shown the ways of the
future!” He
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