Last chance for loveDRAGONS WRATH

~1000 years ago~

“You know we can't stay here forever,” A young female voice sounded softly. She had golden yellow hair and bright red eyes that glimmered in the sunlight.

She wore a blue dress, and sat under a cherry blossom tree, side by side with a muscular man.

“I don't know, we can't keep running forever, we'll have to settle down soon, especially now that you're with child,” he said with a bold voice, staring at the clouds through his emerald green eyes.

The young female gave out a sigh, “We've been to so many kingdoms and fought battles side by side to protect our love, but still we are seen as the enemies by all, I'm starting to feel-”

“Frustrated?” The male asked, cutting her mid-speech as he turned to her. “Are you starting to feel hopeless? This beast that resides within me has caused you so much grief and despair, I would understand completely if you… Wanted to leave-”

“No!” the girl exclaimed softly, cutting him off, “we've already been through a lot together, it would all be a waste if I left you now. I'll die by your side, Griffith…” She concluded.

He smiled, and placed his left arm around her shoulder, saying in a soft voice, “I love you, Emma…”

******

“She's beautiful, isn't she?” Emma said, passing her left index finger over her newborn's cheek. “She looks just like you…” Griffith replied with a soft smile.

The room they were in was lit up by numerous candlelights, placed at different corners. It was a small wooden cottage surrounded by grass and trees.

Suddenly a scent spread through the surrounding air. “Do you smell that?” Griffith asked. “I'm not the one with the nose of a thousand blood-hounds. So, no,” Emma replied, still staring at her baby.

“Oh no… Not again, not now…” Griffith thought to himself with the mixed emotion of anger and fear, written all over his face.

Emma noticed the look on his face, and asked, “What's wrong? You look like something bit you…”

“Emma, whatever you do, do not leave this room. Stay as quiet as possible, I'll be back shortly….” Griffith said, then kissed his wife on the cheek.

He picked up his sword and quickly rushed outside.

*****

Light from multiple torch flames and noise from an angry crowd could be heard and seen building up from afar. Griffith quickly rushed towards the incoming rioters, clenching tightly on the handle of his sword. “You won't hurt my family, not this time…” he said, angrily.

******

“These creatures have caused us harm beyond repair, so it is time we sent them back to where they belong. To hell!!” One of the rioters yelled, and the entire crowd chanted along, raising pitchforks and torches as they marched through the forest.

“We will take his head and parade it around the kingdom of Demoria, then present it before the king as a gift,” another yelled with a devilish smile, and the crowd chanted again.

As they did, a swift whisk of wind blew by, and the entire crowd stopped. The man who had yelled last was the first.

His eyes opened wide, and blood splattered out his throat. His head fell to the ground with a subtle thud, and the entire row of people behind and before him gasped, completely horrified.