The Death Of A Pheonix - Part Five

[Nummy 413]

The Death of A Phoenix

-Part Five-

The Birth of A Dragon

Prince Lancel Hightower sat on the floor beside her bed, his hand was still interlocked in hers. His Princess breathed slowly and quietly as she lay still in the bed, her hair slowly losing it’s color from her illness and becoming white and pure as freshly fallen snow. Her coma, brought on by a fever and exhaustion had lasted three days now; the land’s best physicians having tried night and day to bring her out of her sleep, all to no avail.

“You need to eat” Isabella Elendil said as she walked into the room, carrying a basin of water in her hand. She took a cloth, wringing it out and lightly patting Ryder’s face with it. “Is there any change?” Lancel asked, getting to his feet. He had stayed close by her side, but still attended to his duties as a Prince. Although it did not show, the last few days had weighed heavy on him. He was more irritable and quick to anger, yet always remembering his duty.

Isabella shook her head, a frown upon her face. “I’m not sure..” she said. “Although, her fever has broken.. now she only sleeps”. She put the basin aside, putting her hand against Ryder’s skin and feeling her temperature.

A dark figure in black armor stood dutifully in the corner by Ryder’s bedside, his eyes constantly on the sleeping princess. “And How can you be sure of that?” the dark elf said in a gruff voice. “My daughter has always been warmer than others”. Rai took a step closer to his sleeping daughter, brushing a silver wisp of hair away from her eyes.

“Maybe that’s it” Isabella says, looking to Rai and Lancel. “She’s too warm.. her body still thinks it has a fever.. we need to cool her more”. Without another word Isabella turned from the room, her elegant skirts swirling around her. “Run me a bath!” She yells at the maids. “And Bring it to the Princess’s room”.

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Ryder fell, she fell through fire and through darkness. The Dragon and the Phoenix were still at war beneath her, their screams and fiery attacks clashing against each other. The dragon plunging it's claws into the bird's flesh, and tearing it apart.She let herself fall, let herself be overtaken by the feeling, closing her eyes and waiting for death.

Suddenly she felt a sharp sensation, as if her skin was being pulled apart, she gasped for air, drowning as the frozen water filled her lungs, throwing her from the darkness.

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Her eyes opened wide, sitting up suddenly and gasping at the air. The cold water dripped off from her white hair, gripping the sides of the bath and blinking her long eyelashes in confusion. The Princess breathed quickly, trying desperately to catch the breath that had escaped her, the world before her spinning in circles.

The next few moments were a blur, she warm arms being wrapped around her, lifting her from the frigid waters and back onto the warmth of her failure bed. A blanket was draped over her, and she was being held once more, a warm and loving embrace that didn't want to let go.

She blinked once more, the world slowing down and coming into focus. Isabella Elendil stood in front of her, smiling brightly as she ordered the maids to take away the bath. Her father was at her side, he wrapped the blanket more tightly around her, adding another for warmth.

Yet most importantly, she was being held in Lancel’s arms. He held her against his chest, his hand slowly running through her hair. There was a smile on his face, a satisfied look of relief.

“Wh-what’s wrong” she whispered to the Prince, her voice still weak from misuse. He shook his head, smiling as he ran his thumb across her cheek. “Nothing my love, nothing”. Ryder smiled, shivering slightly she lay her head against Lancel’s chest, soaking in the warm heat from his body.

Seeing all was well with the Princess, the others left the room, leaving Lancel and Ryder alone in peace. He refused to let go of her, still holding her wrapped in the blanket. She felt comforted by his presence, his warmth and love repairing what was left damaged. As the door shut and they were left alone, Lancel lay his head against hers, cupping her cheek with her hand he brought her face to his and parted his lips, kissing her softly and lovingly. “I love you Ryder” he whispered against her lips, laying his forehead against hers.

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The throne room let out an array of applause as Ryder entered, her hand intertwined with Lancel’s, and her hair in a neat Braid she smiled. Her scarlet gown moved with her body, in a show of grace and poise. Her health had returned, and with it, her life, ideas and love.

She sat down lightly in her throne, smiling at all who had come to wish her well and to attend court. Man after woman stepped forward, wishing her good health and vitality, yet one stood out. A man stepped forward in the red and black of the hightower guard, he wore the helm and visor over his face.

“Good Evening” Ryder said politely as the man stood before her. The tall man bowed, a lock of dark hair showing from beneath his helm. “It is good to see you are well, Your Majesty~” he said in a strange way. Ryder tilted her head, looking from the man to Lancel, who was currently in a heated discussion with Lord Aron about some matter which no one truly would remember nor care about.

The man before her stood tall once again, letting out a chuckle and turning on his heel. Ryder smiled out at the lords and ladies and began to relax, yet something caught her attention. As the man walked slowly from the throne room he began to sing, he sang a strange and haunting melody, something Ryder instantly recognized.

She froze, her eyes going wide as she watched him move through the crowd. She instantly got to her feet, pushing through the lords and ladies to get to him. She finally caught his sight again, standing at the entrance way to the throne room. He had taken his helm off and looked at her, glaring at her with those grey eyes she had once loved so much.

“No..I’m awake” she whispered to herself, when she suddenly felt a hand slide into hers. “What is it, my love?” Lancel whispered in her ear.

Ryder turned to him and smiled, looking back to the entrance to see it barren and empty. She shook her head, confused as to what she had seen. “Nothing.. everything is perfect, my dragon”.

The End?

[Gemmylou 484]

(Damn straight I saved you.

Also I loved it, write me a story <3 )

[aron. 427]

((Outstanding story, and by far some of the best writing I have seen done. You also gave me a good few chuckles over the course of the writings))

[KidKrinkles 2044]

"If you can't be, with the one you you love, love the one your with. Love the one your with."

[Galendar 631]

((Incredible job, this was a very enjoyable, "series" might you say, to read. Bravo, 4.5 out of 5))

[cruzazul 2815]

((I loved every one of them. Very good plot and ending. Keep it up it was one of the best reads I have ever had!))

[Shadeleaf 1022]

((I continue to approve of your outstanding writing! 9.[pi] Stars Ryder, 9.[pi]!))

[aron. 427]

Aron laughs jokingly, and almost sarcastically as Lancel walks to her at the doorway, and away from their heated discussion

"I guess that means I'm right"

He states half heartedly, caught in the happiness, and glee of the many people in the room.

[SkyyoBee 249]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.