The Dragon and the Unicorn

The Dragon and the Unicorn The Dragon and the Unicorn

Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Childhood friends soon find themselves on vastly different paths. One is a king who's destiny is more entwined with fate than he would ever believe, and the other a brutal dragon slayer who's heart will unite two warring sides.

Summary

Childhood friends soon find themselves on vastly different paths. One is a king who's destiny is more entwined with fate than he would ever believe, and the other a brutal dragon slayer who's heart will unite two warring sides.

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Dragon and the Unicorn

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Childhood friends soon find themselves on vastly different paths. One is a king who's destiny is more entwined with fate than he would ever believe, and the other a brutal dragon slayer who's heart will unite two warring sides.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 08, 2014

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~~From where the boys were standing, the castle towers barley peaked over the tree tops. It seemed as if they were worlds away but they were not far from home.  Jack was always the adventurous one. He was the son of some highland lord yet he acted like an animal at times. His filthy language made Arthur’s mother blush and his lack of manners earned him the name “the mutt” at the manner. Arthur on the other hand was always sickly and over protected by his queen mother. His father had passed in battle a long time ago, or so he was told. He was the youngest to two sisters and if it weren’t for Jack, the only male companion in his life would be his headmaster.
Jack had been walking along the large, crumbling stone wall that ran along the edge of the forest and the land of the castle. Jack always had great balance and showed this by doing cartwheels along the wall, despite the fact he wore a kilt most of the time.
“Ye need to lighten up” Jack began. “Climb on up here and have some fun. I promise you won’t fall” he laughed. Jack was the same age as Arthur. Becoming young men at ten, yet Jack seemed years ahead of Arthur.
“If I fall the Kingdome will have no heir’ Arthur pointed out. “You really want that on your head?”
Jack snorted and flipped off the wall to land with a loud thump on his feet in front of Arthur. “You worry too much.” Jack delivered a playful punch to Arthur’s arm making the boy wince.  Jack had started to jab at him again, trying to incite a sparring match with his best friend.
Something in the distance had caught Arthur’s attention. He lifted his head to try and look past Jack as Jack began to jab a fist at his chest. Arthur swatted his friend’s fist away and attempted to side step him to get a better look.  Jack however was relentless and jabbed at him again. This time catching Arthur in the shoulder a bit harder than he intended. Arthur stumble back but came forward again to slug Jack in the face.
Jack grabbed his nose in more shock and surprise than pain. He looked to his friend who was looking elsewhere. He slowly turned to look in the same direction and noticed the smoke in the distance. Without a word, both young men set off in the direction of the smoke.
 They reached the edge of the forest where the trees thinned out and finally opened up into a large field. It was in the field that they saw what was happening. There were smoldering bodies on the field, some still with flesh on them. Arthur covered his face to escape the stench of burnt flesh but found i8t impossible. Jack however began to walk toward the mess. Arthur reached for him but was unable to stop his friend.
Jack looked upon the burnt bodies and realized they were wearing armor and carrying weapons. Warriors and soldiers. His foot came to rest on the charred remains of a banner. The sigil upon it was twin thistles  bannered under a red dragon. His heart caught in his throat.  It was his house sigil and banner these men carried.
Arthur gasped when his eyes settled on a rather large set of burnt remains. The sword in the corps’ hand was recognizable while the body was not. “Jack” Arthur croaked. “Your father” he gasped.
Jack stumbled toward the body and fell to his knees. He lifted the sword in his hand; the burnt skeletal hand of his father still gripped it tightly. He looked to Arthur. The utter destruction and ruined look on Jack’s face tore at Arthur’s heart. 
“It was a dragon” lord Pike had appeared on his large war horse behind the young men. He gazed at the mass of roasted bodies and shook his head. “Your father was on his way to aid our men with the slaying of the beast. I am truly sorry.”
Jack clutched the blade to his chest and felt his anger begin to boil inside him like a cauldron of oil.  He clutched at the blade of his father’s sword and allowed the tempered steel to bite his flesh. The blood that he shared with his father ran freely from his hand down the blade and dripped onto his father’s body.
“I vow I will end that beast” he hissed.
Arthur wanted to comfort his friend the way his mother had comforted him many times, but knew his friend was beyond the comfort of a simple embrace and warm words. Such a gesture would only be met with anger. It was best to stay away and allow Jack to grieve.  It was then that Arthur realized that he and his best friend had two very different paths in life. This was the end of the last threads of childhood they had left and the start of something new.

7 years later:
Her hand was like ice in his, but he held it gently all the same. Arthur had grown into a fine young man with golden hair like his mother’s yet his sapphire eyes were not like his mother’s or his sisters.  Gwendolyn smiled up at her son and shook her head.
“Where is your brother Jack?” Her voice was soft and faint.
“Chasing dragons again I’m afraid” Arthur smiled.
“I wish he would find peace someday. Perhaps the right woman will bring him that.”
Arthur let out a small laugh. He had never known Jack to settle on just one woman. The man was well known in all the brothels and hotels across the land and never seemed to let his eyes settle on one for too long. “I am sure that is what he needs” Arthur smiled.
“You will be a fine king” She whispered. “I only wish you could have met him.”
“Him?” Arthur leaned closer. In her last days his mother had babbled about a dark stranger from another land among other nonsense.  The stranger was always tall with long black hair and a warrior’s build. He was a fantasy, or so Arthur though. The king, who had sired his sisters and died in battle before Arthur’s birth had brown hair though, and hazel eyes.
“Your father my love” Gwen answered him. “Your father was, oh he was beautiful. A beautiful winged man.” Her voice grew fainter.
“Winged man?” Arthur was confused by his mother’s words. Her eyes began to drift close as he leaned forward. “Mother? My father is not the same as my sister’s?”
Gwen smiled faintly, her eyes barley slits. “An angel. Black winged, angel.” Her voice trailed off and her eyes seemed to freeze in a fixed lidded stare into nothing.
 Whatever ramblings his mother had spewed forth before her death was written off as the mind of a good woman slipping from this world into the next.  She was a good woman after all and that is how she would be remembered. She had ruled the land in her husband’s  stead until her son was of age. Yet if her husband, the king, was not his father, then he had hardly a right to the throne he sat upon. He had to know for sure but for now he needed to focus on his Kingdome. There may be some who would take advantage of his mother’s death and use the time to attack his castle. He had to ensure that his army was ready to fight. That meant gathering Jack from whatever hell he was immersed in and  drag him home.

Jack stood over the beast with his father’s sword in hand. This one was smaller than the last. It seemed they were smaller each time. It was rather disappointing.  Jack’s fire red hair had grown long and wild. He had some braids and matted dreadlocks that hung free from his tangled mess of hair with the sides shaved to the skin. He bore a dark stripe tattoo across his face that ran from cheek to cheek across the bridge of his nose. His ears were stretched and fitted with dragon’s teeth.  He looked wild and barbaric yet still handsome. His deep green eyes looked like that of the dragons he hunted. It was said he had been cursed with the eyes of the beasts he slain, so that he would forever be a part of them.
Arthur was not surprised to find Jack covered in dragon’s blood after a fresh kill. He dismounted his steed and walked toward his blood brother. The expression on his face must had said what he had been thinking.
“Mother is gone.” Jack said it so matter of a fact that it made Arthur’s blood run cold. He could only nod his head. “She go in peace?” Jack stabbed his blade into the ground and gestured for his men to come and start carving up the dragon’s carcass. Parts of a dragon were worth a lot. If this one were a female and carried eggs, the eggs alone could get a man a castle and an army. The blood was powerful in magic, and the bones and teeth made for great weapons. The hide of a dragon was useful for leather.  Jack had made a kilt of dragon’s hide long ago and wore it proudly.
“She went in peace, but not after some talk of my father.”
“Aye, your father was a good man as I was told..”
“No, not the man I thought to be my father. Another man. A man with black wings.”
Jack raised a brow and scratched the beard on his chin. “Wings you say?”
Arthur nodded his head. “Perhaps my mother has gone mad in her last days. She swears that my father was an angel.”
Jack couldn’t help but smirk that cocked little smirk. “Yer mother was no mad woman. Whatever one speaks near to death is only the truth. You cannot lie in the face of death” he said.
Arthur had heard this many times from soldiers. “And if this news is true?”
“Then yo9u have a father out there, flying around.” Jack slapped a heavy hand on Arthur’s shoulder causing the slender kind to stumble.
“Jack!” One of his men called out just before a bare foot had slammed into his face. Three other men were struggling with something they had pulled from the dragon’s cave.
Jack pushed his way past his men in time to see two of the three get handled like twigs in a heavy wind storm. Whatever this slender being was, it had some power behind it. It it’s fury of flailing limbs was long pale hair that whipped around its pale face. Jack reached out with own strong arms and wrapped them around the creature’s body and held it tightly. It was wrapped in a thin white cloth cloak, making it hard to discern its sex.  When Jack’s eyes settled on its face he was still left confused.
He blinked as he gazed at the most beautiful face he had ever seen. The features were smooth and sculpted of alabaster with large blue eyes. The lips were soft and pink like silk pillows. He felt himself growing aroused just looking at the creature. Before he could speak a word, the stunning creature had slammed its own head into jack’s jaw. He growled loudly but did not release his grip.
“Gods of taint that hurt!” he bellowed and tightened his grasp. The smaller creature gasped and wriggled in his arms. Jack’s teeth were clenched tight and tears ran down his cheeks but he did not squeeze any tighter. He didn’t wish to break the creature’s spine. “Settle down or I will have to lash you’ he shouted.
His loud voice had caused the creature to pause and go limp in his arms. Jack was angry and could not tell if he was trembling in anger or if the small being in his arms was trembling. He looked down at it and noticed its ears were slightly pointed. There was a faint star shaped birth mark on the creature’s forehead. “If I loosen my grip, will you behave?” 
The creature tilted its head upward to look at Jack and slowly nodded. It understood the common tongue for sure.  Jack loosened his grip, resting his hands on the creature’s slender hips.  He was a good two feet taller than the small thing and that only fueled his desire. “What is your name? Why were you in the dragon’s den?”
The creature stared up at him in utter silence. This only made Jack more frustrated. He repeated his questions and the poor thing only began to tremble more.
“Perhaps it has no voice” one of his men spoke up.  
To Jack’s surprise he noticed the creature nodding it’s slightly. “So you are a mute?” He felt guilty for yelling at it now.  Jack let out a long sigh.
“Perhaps we can take it back to the castle. If it can read and wright then we can get answers easily” Arthur suggested.
Jack nodded and looked down at the creature in his hands. “You’re coming with me” he announced. This caused the creature to pull away but jack pulled it closer. “I will not harm you.” He stared the creature into the eyes. “I swear it.”


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