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Chapter 3: Nelliell- Blue River Rushing
Chapter 3: Nelliell

Blue River Rushing

I walked back to the royal chambers feeling like I’d just sparred with one of the most powerful men in the land and won (which was obviously what had happened). “Nelliell!” I winced and froze in my tracks. Plantia was standing directly in front of me, hands planted on her hips, and scowling at me like I was caught stealing sweets in the kitchen. “H-hey,” I squeaked. Plantia marched over to me, stopped about a foot away and leaned so close to me that our noses almost touched. I leaned back a little, trying to get some personal space. “W-what’s wrong?” I asked nervously
               Plantia’s face split into a giant grin and she jumped me, bowling me over and laughing with delight. “I saw everything that’d happened before and after the duel, Nelliell!” She giggled. “You should’ve seen the look on that swine
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Chapter 2: Brone. Green Leaf Soaring
Chapter 2: Brone
Green Leaf Soaring
   
                "Brone!” My mother called out from the mouth of the cave. “Come help me with Knoth!” I sighed and banked to the left, allowing the thermals of the winds to carry me upwards into the blue sky. Why do I have to get stuck with that chickling? I thought with exasperation. I felt the leaf-green scales on my back warm as the sun shined down on them. I was having my alone time; today was the day of the Hunt. When a generation of dragons comes of age they go to the human’s land, called Dracobane, to capture their first human.
                The other drakes and dragonets who’ve participated in the Hunt say that the taste of human is the best there is, but I’m the only Drake who opposes th
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Falling for Fire
Chapter 1: Nelliell

Red Insults Raging
                "Haaaaa!” I shouted as I thrust my sword under my opponent's sword, tapped him on the collarbone, then pulled back before he could retaliate and readying into my attack stance. My opponent stepped back and took off his silvery knight’s helmet, shaking out his shoulder-length red hair and smiling. “Well done, Princess Nelliell!” “Well done to you too, Sir Erart,” I grinned back at him, taking off my helmet as well and shaking out my silvery-blonde hair. “Your form has improved as well as your coordination,” he said, walking to stand in front of me.
                He placed a hand on my head and ruffled my hair. “However, that’s enough training for one day- the Prince of Nomentalis is here to have an audience wit
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Chapter 1: Nelliell

Red Insults Raging


                "Haaaaa!” I shouted as I thrust my sword under my opponent's sword, tapped him on the collarbone, then pulled back before he could retaliate and readying into my attack stance. My opponent stepped back and took off his silvery knight’s helmet, shaking out his shoulder-length red hair and smiling. “Well done, Princess Nelliell!” “Well done to you too, Sir Erart,” I grinned back at him, taking off my helmet as well and shaking out my silvery-blonde hair. “Your form has improved as well as your coordination,” he said, walking to stand in front of me.

                He placed a hand on my head and ruffled my hair. “However, that’s enough training for one day- the Prince of Nomentalis is here to have an audience with you and the king.” Ugh. Not another one! I groaned internally and grimaced with displeasure. Sir Erart must've seen my face because he chuckled and patted my head. “I know you don’t like the prospect of being married off to one of those princes-.” “The very idea of it is sickening,” “-but you do know that it’s for the good of our kingdom, Dracobane, right?” “Yeah, I know,” I sighed, nodding my head.

                Our Kingdom of Dracobane is small but strong. We’re the richest nation in the land of Lifthersfield, and our kingdom is famous for its number of dragon slayers. In the whole land of Lifthersfield, dragons are known as ‘Satan’s Angels’. Their fire is summoned from Hell itself, and their demonic features and ability to take on human form is the very definition of evil. The Royal Family of Dracobane, which I'm a part of, has been of a noble line of dragon slayers since Dracobane was first formed four hundred years ago.

                But I'll probably never get to slay my first dragon because I’m to be married off to some stuck-up swine of a prince on my twentieth birthday, which is about two years from now. And until then, I’m stuck with meeting the princes of different kingdoms to see which one is ‘suitable’ for courting.

                “Princess Nelliell?” I snapped out of my thoughts as Sir Erart called my name. “Yes? Sorry, I was just thinking about-.” “You should go get ready for the arrival of the Prince.” “Okay,” I muttered, displeased with the prospect of seeing another man with the title Prince Whatever-of-the-Kingdom-of-Not-Important. I sheathed my golden sword, Kanterah, and headed back to the main courtyard of the castle. I greeted the guards as I walked by them and climbed the stairs to the royal quarters where the royalty and nobles had their rooms.

                The moment I opened the door to my room the first thing I saw was my maid in waiting, Plantia, glaring at me with the most impatient and exasperated look I've ever seen on a person. “Nell!” she almost yelled at me. Even though she’s only a year older than me and just a servant, she’s like an older sister. I flinched away from her impending wrath and raised a shaking hand in greeting. “Hey…?” I squeaked out.

                Plantia grabbed my wrist and yanked me into the room. “Geez, Nell. You're as dirty as a pig! You weren’t out training again, were you?” I shifted and looked away slightly. “Gods above,” she sighed. “One day you’ll be the end of me.” She let me go and turned to the bathing chamber. “I’ll get a bath ready,” she said. “In the meantime, take off your armor and put up your sword!” “Yes ma-am,” I muttered. The way this relationship is made should be the other way around, I thought crossly.

                I unstrapped my armor and leaned the sword against the wall next to my bed. After all the armor had been stripped from my clothes the bath was ready. When that was done, I had to put on a big, fluffy, puffy, frilly pink and purple dress. “NOW you're ready,” Plantia said with satisfaction. “Now go to the throne room and meet with your father! Prince Netherland is almost here!”I gasped- his kingdom is our kingdom’s most powerful ally, but I’ve never heard the king of Nomentalis having a son. Oh, well.

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                “Now presenting, Prince Netherland of Nomentalis!” the announcer called out the name of the suitor. The giant doors opened and the prince walked into the throne room. I kept my fake smile on my face; He’s not that old- I’d say about twenty to twenty-five- he’s got a respectable air about him, and he seems like a nice man. I thought in a monotonous tone. Prince Netherland looked at me with awe and knelt to one knee.

                “My Princess Nelliell,” he said with a respect-filled tone. “It is an honor to be in your graceful presence.” And his tongue is smooth silver, too, I thought. Juuuuust like the other ones. “The traveling to this kingdom has been worthwhile if it means I will have the chance to be betrothed to you, milady.” “I am honored to have the presence of our most powerful ally in this castle,” I said, swallowing my displeasure at the way he said betrothed. “Please stand, Prince Netherland.”

                “King Sandaphon,” the prince raised his eyes and smiled at my father. “I thank you for allowing me to stay in this castle.” “Think nothing of it,” Father said with a laugh. “Wait, you mean he’s staying here?” I asked, shocked at the news. “Of course, Nelliell,” Father said, looking at me in equal surprise. “Didn’t Sir Erart tell you?” I glared at the said knight off to the right of my chair. “No, he didn’t.” I growled. Sir Erart smiled apologetically and mouthed sorry to me.

                “Nelliell, would you be so kind as to show Prince Netherland the castle’s interior?” father asked me, clearing his throat. “O-of course,” I slightly growled. I glanced at the prince and he looked away quickly, but not before I caught a slight glimpse of him eyeing me with a look of… was that greed? Evil intent? I shook my head. We’ll see what he tries.

***

                “This castle is a lovely one,” Prince Netherland said as we walked through the royal gardens. “You can drop the act, Prince Netherland,” I snapped at him. “The king of Nomentalis doesn’t have a son, and on top of that-.” “My… father adopted me when his sister, Queen Lianna of Thaereno, passed away. I am that Kingdom’s late Queen’s son, and the King’s nephew,” I gasped. “So you might want to watch your tongue around me, Nelliell.” He drew out my name with an evil smile.

                “Fine,” I growled. “But if you really are a Queen’s son, you should know the ways of swordsmanship, am I correct?” The swine smirked and wagged his finger at me. “You should know that I’m the best swordsman in my kingdom. Are you sure you want to challenge me?”

                “Maybe you should stop randomly running you sorry excuse of a ‘royal’ mouth and take up your sword!” I said evilly, sneering at him.

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                In a few hours, I was decked in my golden armor and holding my golden sword out at the ready. Prince Netherland was in his red armor with a red sword, the color of blood. “This is a duel,” My father said sternly, glancing from me to the Prince. “The only restriction will be that no fatal blows shall be landed.” “As you wish, my king,” Prince Netherland said, sucking up to my father. “Of course, father,” I said with a sneer at my adversary. “I’ll try my best.” I heard Sir Erart stifle a laugh, and a flicker of fear flashed in Prince Netherland’s eyes, but then steeled into a smug grin.

                “Get ready to lose, Netherland,” I growled. “The day I lose will be the day I get eaten by a dragon,” he replied smugly. “Begin!” father chopped his hand down and the duel began. I swung my sword out to the side and charged at Netherland. He did the same, and in an instant we clashed. I swung my sword and nicked him on the cheek. He stumbled back with a startled yelp and I took the opportunity to get inside his guard.

                With a sweep of my sword, Prince Netherland’s sword flew into the air and landed ten feet away, point in the ground. “The victory goes to Nelliell!” My father shouted. “Well fought, both of you!”

                “You might want to go find that dragon, Netherland!” I said, sheathing my sword with a smirk. I tried not to cackle as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water.

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