prince emerald


You have grown up alongside the princes, being a daughter of a noble member of Odin’s court, and has managed to catch the attention of both sons. When you are older, it is declared by Odin that whoever ascends to Asgard’s throne will have you as their wife and bear many heirs. This crushes both you and Loki, whom are courting in secret, as Thor is naturally the first in line.

Prince Adam Soulmate Au Part Two

This is getting cut into more parts than two I suppose.

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Part One

“Where did that damned donkey go?” You huffed to yourself, stepping over the root of an old gnarled tree. “I swear, when I find him, he’s going to slaughter.” It was far too late into winter for you to be stomping around so late, but you had not other option. You hadn’t eaten in almost three days. 

Searching deeper into the forest, you stopped for a moment to take a break leaning against a tree. Resting against the tree, you contemplated if your lame mule was worth all of this effort. Considering you didn’t feel like relying on your cousin Gaston to hunt dinner for you, it unfortunately was. 

Not long after you’d sat down, you grew drowsy and realized you should be heading home soon as it was getting dark. Standing up, you dusted off your skirt before looking round in attempt to regain your bearings. Unfortunately, you had a sense of direction that was as good as a blind man’s sight. You just weren’t having the best day, in all honesty.

With a sigh, you attempted to find your footprints in the dirt as an indicator, but it was too dark to see much. Looking to the last rays of sun stretch over the horizon, you decided you might as well chase the sun, and so you did. Marching off in the direction of the setting sun, you let Fate choose where you ended up.

And Fate has a twisted sense of humour, doesn’t she?

“Master, would you like a cup of tea, sir?” The polite teapot inquired of the hunched over beast. 

“No,” he growled, scratching at his wrist again. The fur was in patches and his skin was raw, he couldn’t care less. It’d been years since he’d seen her scrawl on his skin, why should it matter how it looks now?

“Please, sir, you haven’t had a thing all day,” Mrs Potts insisted from her spot on the tray, sliding towards the open window of the Prince’s chambers just a little farther. “For all of us, at least have a cup of tea.” 

“Fine,” huffed the overdramatic furball, extending his hand outward for the tray to slide up to him. Taking a sip, the prince sighed as he looked outside his window. His ear twitched as something in the wind caught his attention. “Do you hear that?” 

Without much thought, you’d taken to shouting out the names of your townsfolk, hoping someone would hear you. “Gaston! Maurice! Tom! Pere! Belle! Laurette! Dick! Paulette! Lefou! Stanley!” And on you went, shouting into the increasingly dark forest. 

You sure are a smart one, aren’t you?

It wasn’t until you heard growling behind you did you realize that yelling in an unfamiliar place at night isn’t always welcome. Assuming the wolves were finally going to make your their feast, you were ready to accept your fate when you heard a growling voice. 

“What are you doing?” Growled the gruff voice from an unknown source. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat and any sense of logic you had, you decided to put on a friendly face and hope they wouldn’t eat it. “Well, you see, funny story, I lost my ass and I-” 

“You’re not welcome here.” 

“Well buddy ol’ friend, dear pal I don’t want to be here anymore than you want me so if you could just show me the way to-” Your rambling was cut off by a roar. “Okay then, I’ll just-” A giant cloaked figure stopped you from taking off in the opposite direction. 

That didn’t go as planned. 

Your senses lost to fright, you awoke to the frost of the early morning and cold, unforgiving stone upon your back. The freezing breeze flowing in from the open wall rose goosebumps on your arms, your teeth chattering in attempt to warm you. Looking around, you saw the sun had yet to rise and night’s clammy hands still held strong on the world. 

The dank cell smelled of rot and mildew, the stones under your palms moist from the morning dew, aided by the frighten clammy nature that struck your jittery hands. The mist from outside flowed in with the breeze, adding to the goosebumps on your skin. 

The weather seemed to frost your joints solid, unable to stand even if you so wished- though huddled together to conserve warmth seemed to be the more appealing option at the moment. Without Drawing onto yourself, you buried your face within your knees, your hands becoming stiff with the chill. Escape could wait until sunrise and warmth.

Only the Lord knows how long you’d stayed like that, shivering for warmth against the unforgiving elements, your lips turning a bluish hue and jaw aching from chattering before anxious chattering from outside your cell door drowned out the howl of the wind. 

Raising your eyes from the slight warmth your position allowed, you saw a warm light flickering just beyond your cell. Pulling apart your trembling lips, you called out a meek “Hello?” 

The voices silenced immediately, showing you they undoubtedly heard you. “Hello? Please,” you attempted to stand, unable to. Defeated, you resigned to repeat, “Please.” 

The voices picked back up again, quieter this time. The faintness of their words too quiet to detect- not that you’d been able to hear much before. Finally, one of the speakers shushed the other and you heard the clinking of metal against stone before the clinking of metal was heard, a tink tink tink echoed throughout the dungeon, slowly fading away.

The voices had gone, leaving you to your frozen misery.

Days past, everyone the same. Food would slide silently through the cell bars of your door before first morning light, no hands seen holding the plain metal tray, the tray would slide back out after you took the scrap of bread and cup of lukewarm broth offered. It did little to warm you up, so you would quietly ration your small portion until the sun rose, providing you the heat needed to function. 

Later in the day, another tray would come through, a similar “meal” on it, except this time with weak wine instead of broth. Nightfall would arrive and a lone cup of warm tea would slide in through the bars, you would mutter a grateful “thank you”, you never received a response. The empty cup would always disappear by morning. 

Between these meager supplements, you spent your time counting the bricks in your cell- 3,486, not including the bricks that were halved, 3,578 if you included them, and only 3,532 if you put two halves of a brick together. Once you’d done that, you counted the stones on the floor and sorted them by size. 32 stones as big as your palm, 59 stones the size of a walnut, and 1,345 stones smaller than your thumb. You also worked your fingers till they bled chipping away at the stone around the wall, convincing yourself that any moment now the door would break away and you’d be free- fully aware it wouldn’t, but you needed hope in a place like this. And on and on, you founds different ways to bid your time. 

You’d already attempted to pry open the bars, to kick down the door, to scream so loud that you were sure Gaston could hear you from Villeneuve, you cried and begged and pleaded with whatever god had abandoned you to return, to lend their aid one final time each night before you succumbed to sleep in the unforgiving darkness.

Yet the next morning you’d awake to the frost growing on your fingertips and the chill of another morning’s breath upon your neck. 

Scratches made on the wall counted the days of your solitude, one, two, four, seven, ten, until an entire brick had been filled with tallies and you’d given up counting. 

Finally, one day you did not get up from your crouched position in the corner of your cell, you did not take the scrap of bread in the morning, nor the weak wine at noon, you did not thank the quiet, invisible hand that brought you warm tea before indulging heartily. You did nothing but stare out the open wall, unseeing eyes glazed over. 

All was lost.

“Master please, she’s just a girl-” 

“That doesn’t matter!” Roared the agitated prince, swishing his cape dramatically as he turned to face the pleading candelabra. “She trespassed, she must be punished!” 

“She will freeze!” Protested Lumiere, having made up his mind that he will help this strange girl. “At least allow us to bring her a blanket, she doesn’t even have a proper coat!” 

Glaring down his footman, Adam growled. “She’s given warm drink before bed, that is enough.” 

“But master-” 

“I will speak no more of this trespassing wretch. My mind is made.” 

“Master if you would just list-” 


Taking a breath, Lumiere nodded to his master, bowing lowly before exiting the room. “Cogsworth, come with me. I need to discuss something with you.” 

“Mademoiselle?” Lumiere whispered as he approached your cell,. Night had fallen hours ago, his master was asleep and the castle was silent as the grave. “Are you awake?” 

No sound greeted him. 

Looking to his companion, the candelabra gestured for Cogsworth to give him a boost. Climbing to the lever, Lumiere used his weight to pull it down and open the cell door. It creaked loudly, echoing ominously throughout the tower as he did so. Lumiere shot a panicked look to Cogsworth before looking anxiously around him. Not even the echo of a nightingale’s fleeting wings alerted them. They had not woken their master. 

“Lumiere, this is absolutely foolish,” Cogsworth insisted, wringing his hands. “Remember what the master said, she is to stay in her cell.” 

“No, the master said nothing about her room,” Lumiere grinned smartly at his friend, feeling confident in his logic. “He only said she is to receive a warm cup of tea, he did not say it had to be in a dank cell like this.” 

Cogsworth sighed and knew Adam wouldn’t fall for his logic, but stood guard for his friend anyways- he did feel the master would be a bit unreasonable about this, so he felt at least a little justified in helping her. 

As the clock had an internal moral dilemma, Lumiere tentatively walked into the cell, looking around the large door to see you in the same position you’d been for almost two days now. 

Knees to your chest, your cheek rested on your shoulder. Your eyes closed, as they had been since midday of yesterday, a thin layer of frost cementing your lashes together. The only sign of life being the short puffs of steam coming from your nose as you breathed shallow breaths. 

Walking closer, he saw your eyelids tremor at the light he was emitting, so he blew out his hands, leaving only his head glowing faintly. 

“Oh mon dieu,” Lumiere gasped, calling to Cogsworth. The clock hurriedly waddled off to fetch assistance. “Mademoiselle, can you hear me?”

Your eyelids tremored a bit more, a sickening crunch of ice echoing in the cell as you slowly opened your eyes. First squinting harshly at the light before you, your eyes soon adjusted and you looked too the small man before you. Hunger had captured your mind, you were dizzy with frost, the glowing little man before you startled you very little- you brushed it off as a hallucination or alteration of reality. Mustering your strength, you lifted your head and nodded once. 

“Good, good!” Lumiere praised, “Now, please, can you stand at all?” 

Swallowing what little you could, you breathed in the frigid air and moved your stiff arms. The stone floor was ice against your palms as you attempted to push yourself up. Not without great difficulty, you managed to stand, albeit wobbly at first. Blood rushed to your head, hunger striking much fiercer than before, you clutched at the wall for support. Lumiere stood with baited breath as you attempted to remain upright. 

At what could only be described as the opportune moment, Mrs Potts came with her trolley and with some difficulty, managed to get your weak form upon it. “Come now, Mademoiselle, let’s get you to a better room.”

♕The Dragon’s Euphony♕

-Chapter Two-

Chapter 1

Author: Jaegeronice
Pairing(s): Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki
Setting: In a Fantasy world filled with sorcery and species unknown, the dragons rule above all, yet they are unseen by most. Due to the rare abilities of Izuku Midoriya, he has been tasked with the role of “Dragon Keeper” as the human guardian for the entire Wyvern race. But Midoriya, as usual, gets himself caught up in a mess where he has to embark on a quest with a barbaric King of the Wilds, a love struck Prince, and a reckless bounty hunter to get back what he had lost.
- Dragon Keeper!Midoriya Izuku
- Prince!Todoroki Shouto
- “King”!Bakugou Katsuki
- Bounty Hunter!Kirishima Eijiro
(And several others)
Tags: Violence, Blood, Slight NSFW, Slight Angst/Tension, slow burn for the plot. No quirks.

Originally posted by nicorobins

Zephyri’s wings cut through the air at incredible speed, sharp winds tearing through Midoriya’s tangled hair mercilessly. But it felt thrilling. It was awakening; livening, even.

Izuku freed a hand from his grip on the dragon’s horns to adjust his hazed goggles that shielded his eyes from the harsh blasts of air. Every once in a while, he would get to ride Zephyri like this; an intense, arduous race through the sky. It was by far his most enjoyable experience he’s had yet. Midoriya gazed below at the ocean beneath him, the aquamarine hue blurring into streaks as Zephyri surged over top, kicking up a spray of water that split beneath into mist.

The dragon tilted her body, dipping her right wing into the water, slicing open a thin trail into the calm ocean. Midoriya laughed, relishing the fact that it was he and his dragon that were ravishing the seas; two mighty wings shaping the currents and carving up the waves.

“Fly higher,” he told her, gazing forward at the faint shapes in the distance that became clearer to make out. It was the towering sea stacks that formed a maze amidst the wide ocean that appeared to go on forever. But Izuku knew that wasn’t true.

Zephyri flashed her pearly wings, rising further into the sky. In less than seconds, the sea stacks were all around them, looming and snaking over one another. Izuku held tighter onto the dragon, clutching to her as she wove between the pillars of earth and spun under arches, as if she had memorized it.

Midoriya yelped as she without warning ascended into the sky at hellish speeds, pushing clouds apart as she shot out of the small gap that shone light through the twisted rock formations. The fog dusting the tops of the stacks cleared, swept away by the beating of her wings.

From here, Izuku could see it all. In the midst of a calm, collected ocean, the horizon went untouched by mist. The edge of the sea was speckled with land to the south; the borders of The Southern Kingdom. There, reigned the castle of Fahyuhr where the twin towers of Bleyz and Heylstöhn speared the sky with unrivaled integrity and pride.

“Straight ahead to land,” Izuku spoke, pointing in the direction he wished to fly.

Without any hesitation, Zephyri did as she was commanded. She may be the Goddess of all dragons, but in the skies she and Midoriya meld as equals.  

In due time they were circling above in the clouds, below them a city that held the illusion of appearing smaller than it actually was. And in the heart of the town’s mass, was the very focal point of the land; Castle Fahyuhr.

As appealing as the city looked, Izuku knew better than to show up with none other than a dragon in his company. Debatedly, few had ever seen the dragons, and some never really lived to tell the tale. So if anyone saw a dragon now, there would probably be an uprising and a greedy pursuit for riches. The dragons preferred keeping their race detached for a good reason, it would seem.

“Beyond. We can’t have you being seen in Fahyuhr after all. Maybe we can find him roaming the outskirts again,” Midoriya offered, his eyes tracing the roads in the earth from where he could see from such height.

“The Prince doesn’t exactly fit into his own kingdom, does he?” Zephyri mused to herself. Simply nodding in response, Midoriya leaned forward and beckoned her to fly faster. Away from Fahyuhr as soon as possible.

Once out of range, they settled lower to the ground, swooping over the land with ease. As they breached the hilltops, the mellow crystalline sunlight fanned out in mesmerizing clarity. The Southern Kingdom was a beautiful place, after all. Despite all of the mysteries it held.

But like a trick of the light, Izuku thought he saw something. It could have just been his eyes playing tricks on him from this distance, but no. Below in the grassy valleys was a shadow dancing along to the galloping of a pure white horse. And riding that horse, was someone the dragon keeper recognized even from this distance.

“That’s him!” He called, ushering his dragon to pick up the pace.

Zephyri purred, flapping her wings to give a momentary burst of speed. “You were right all along. Fahyuhr is not exactly confectionery to the Prince’s taste.”

Soon they were over top the horse and it’s rider, casting a beastly shadow over them. The rider seemed startled, the sudden wind through his hair and the looming shadow of the flying creature above him causing him to reel in his valiant steed. Midoriya sat up still on Zephyri as she landed in the grass, her clawed feet scraping the ground as she eased into her descent. Midoriya didn’t wait to unlatch himself from the saddle and hop off his dragon, running in the direction of the rider.

“Your Majesty,” he bowed as he ambled to a stop. A smile laced his features as he felt the echo of two boots hitting the ground, belonging to the rider himself. The scuffing of feet on grass strode towards him. Then a hand cupped his shoulder, warm and firm in grip under the silk navy gloves.

“Midoriya,” greeted the smooth voice of the familiar figure, inviting the boy to lift his head. And Midoriya did as such, coming face to face with the one he was searching for since he left the Wyvern island.

Izuku grinned, pushing his fogged goggles up to rest in his untamed emerald curls. “Prince Todoroki, I had figured you’d flee the castle at this time.”

The Prince hummed a sound of agreement, reaching up to sift his bangs out of one arctic blue eye. A breeze tousled through, flowing his rich attire and sifting through his hair. His roots were split down the middle, one side a flaring crimson that radiated the heat of the sun, while the other was a calmer array; a silvery white that shone like silken starlight.

“You searched for me again, Dragon Keeper?” inquired Prince Todoroki, glancing freely in Zephyri’s presence.

The Prince was different than most. If it wasn’t spoken already, few of the living have ever laid eyes on a breathing dragon. But due to strange connections and the strings of fate, Todoroki of Fahyuhr was one of the lucky ones. If it wasn’t for his unshakable friendship with Midoriya, his chances of ever meeting a Wyvern would never have been realized.

“Yes, your Majesty,” Midoriya admitted fluently.

Prince Todoroki did not respond verbally, more so he passed the reins of his horse onto Midoriya as he carefully approached the stunning winged beast with a hand extended shyly. “It’s always pleasant to see you again, Goddess of the Skies.”

Zephyri nudged her snout against the open palm of the Prince’s hand as a sign of respect, before sitting back on her haunches formally.

“Why are you here, if I may ask?” Prince Todoroki inspected inquisitively, taking back his horse from the Dragon Keeper.

Midoriya glanced between the Prince and Zephyri, bringing his scarred hand up to sift through the back of his tufty green hair bashfully.

“I see. So dragons hibernate during the winter just like bears,” concluded the Prince after a in depth conversation.

Midoriya gave a half nod, wavering slightly. “Sort of, in a sense.”

“So if the dragons are awake, where is your companion Cyril?” Prince Todoroki sought, threading his gloved fingers through the gold strands lacing the hem of his royal navy overcoat.  

“Catching fish in the ocean. He’ll pick up our scent like a hound and find us before we know it as usual,” Midoriya commented, observing his surroundings habitually.

The Prince seemed satisfied with that answer. “I may not be able to understand dragons, but to be in their presence is a blessing in itself. Let alone yours, Dragon Keeper.”

Midoriya shied from the words. He was still getting used to carrying the weight of the entire Wyvern race on his shoulders, and the secret of his mentor’s death. But being complimented by a prince was satisfying to say the least.

“Well, you knew me before I became Dragon Keeper. The title doesn’t regard my status in any way.”

Prince Todoroki looked slightly offended at that. “I beg your pardon. You are the epiphany of knowledge and gift. If my father knew that I’ve been meeting with dragons in my spare time, he might call for my head.”

King Endeavor of Fahyuhr was well known for his dragon hunts. He wanted his hands on any kind of fragment that they existed, then he’d find them. He’d take their scales, claws, horns, and teeth for himself, and sell the rest to the nobles of the Northern Kingdom. So naturally if he found out his own son was conspiring against him and actually living side by side with myth and legend, he’d be more than a little unhappy.

“I’d bet,” Midoriya breathed out lazily.

The two had settled down at the edge of Dryad Meadow, a peaceful spot. No one ever really saw the faeries that often, since they only came out in favorable seasons like autumn or when the sapphire moon floats in the sky. Of course, that only happens every eight years. Soon the woodland creatures formed a habit of hiding on spiritual days just to avoid the greedy myth hunters and fortune trappers that tracked them down.  

Yet they sat under a willow tree, melted sunlight tangling in with the fluttering leaves. Prince Todoroki’s ivory steed, Galeriyn, nestled under the shade of Zephyri’s wing.  

The Prince let out a wistful sigh. “Your job seems so fulfilling. You have a true purpose as the Guardian of the Wyverns.”

Midoriya took the underlying compliment graciously, although he wondered why the king’s son would be so joyless. He questioned, “But isn’t your position as Prince of Fahyuhr adequate as well? I couldn’t see myself in such an decisive spot.”

The Prince let out a farcical dry laugh, clacking his tongue. “If only,” he dropped his line of sight down to his feet, crossed over one another. With a quizzical look from Izuku, the noble boy went on.

“I am next in line for king of a Kingdom that wasn’t even meant to be. Before humans, the dragons roamed free; along creatures of all kinds. Now they are crawling away from us and our destructive ways. That’s why you live among the dragons, with aspiration and pure intent for their future. I don’t have a rightful place in this world.”

Midoriya dipped his head to acquiesce, not entirely agreeing with the Prince’s words; that he was unworthy to rule the southern lands. To Izuku, the Prince’s benign heart and strong will was deemed worthy to be king.

“I don’t see it that way,” he speaks his opinion, tugging at the blades of grass beneath him.

The corners of the Prince’s lips turned up, a faint smile in return of the kindness that the dragon keeper offered. After a serene lull in the atmosphere, a brush of wind sweeps over the fields of grass, stroking through Izuku’s plush curls. His goggles fell down his face, crookedly landing on the bridge of his nose.

“Ah,” his throat hitches, bringing up his hands to sort himself out. But Prince Todoroki had taken to fixing Midoriya’s goggles himself, smoothing out the boy’s ruffled hair as he did so. His hands left Izuku’s face, but stayed at his sides firmly. But like the snapping of a branch, the trance was broken.

“Apologies,” the Prince was quick to judgement, pressing his hands together for atonement. “I didn’t mean to touch you so intimately.” Out of nowhere, Midoriya laughed. Mismatched eyes peered up at the keeper in curiosity. “Did I say something funny?”

“Not on purpose! I just thought that… it’s unusual behavior for a prince like yourself to serve other’s feelings tenderly,” he responded, and followed it with a thoughtful, “I guess that’s why I am so fond of you.”

The complexion of the Prince swiftly picked up a rose glow, the tips of his ears burning indistinctly. “Fond?” he repeated, the word resonating much sweeter on his tongue.

“I assume you fled another gala at the palace? Usually the fanciful parties are all held during this week,” Midoriya ratted him out, a slight tease behind his words. Yet he could never fully reprimand or force any sarcasm on him.

Prince Todoroki gestured in acknowledgement. “But I’m glad I did. At least I can spend a few hours of sunlight with you, before my inevitable return to Fahyuhr…”

Midoriya cast his childhood friend a grin, sinking further into comfort. He caught a glance of the Prince’s hand moving inside of his coat pocket to search for something, his fingers deftly curling around the edges of a square object. He began to pull out his hand wrapped around the object along with the beginnings of, “Izuku, I have-”

But, there was a rupture in the silence. A thunderous detonation that shook the very earth beneath them, soon followed by the mighty roar of a beast. Birds squawked as they fled their branches in a haze of frenzied claws and feathered wings.

Zephyri immediately perked her head up in alert, her pupils contracting to sharp slits. Galeriyn bucked and whinnied, frightened by the sudden burst of chaos. Both Midoriya and Todoroki were on their feet at once, the Prince stuffing the object back into his pocket hastily.

They turned their heads to where it came from; within the willow forest.

“What was that?” Midoriya exclaimed, as Todoroki rushed to calm his horse.

“Something bad, Izuku. Terrible things!” Zephyri hissed in ancient Draconispök to the boy, who repeated it out loud so Prince Todoroki could understand.

“But that could mean anything,” Todoroki said as he drew his gemstone encrusted blade, merely letting go of Galedriyn’s reigns for half a moment… before the animal bolted away in a spur of fear. Galloping back to the direction of the castle, it would seem. The Prince cursed under his breath.

“Do we venture forth?” Izuku mumbled anxiously, his eyes darting back and forth between all variables. Flee with the Prince on dragonback, stay in place, or go in and explore what in the fiery damnation had happened. But it didn’t appear to be his call.

Zephyri was the first to enter the trees, without a second thought as her tail swished behind her restlessly. Despite whatever terror she detected lay beyond, it must of been compelling enough to stoke her curiosity. The Prince and the Dragon Keeper hastily met eyes in unison. It was impossible to turn away now.

Midoriya followed after his dragon, Todoroki keeping close behind him. Who knows what could be beyond the presumably friendly meadow.

Soon came another roar, strangled and pained. It sent prickly shivers up Izuku’s spine, stabbing at his nerves. It was louder this time. And the less distance they put between the threatening growls and themselves, the more Midoriya could make out the sound of voices.

Human voices.

Zephyri crouched into the thick shrubbery, mangled bushes obscuring her from view. Midoriya and Prince Todoroki followed in suit, sinking into the brush that acted as a barrier between them and whatever lay beyond.

Izuku parted leaves away slightly, breaking open a hole to the other side. He peered closer, his eyes catching onto a gang of outlandish men and women. Their clothes were scratched and bulky, as if they had been tossed around or ripped up. The next commodity he noticed was the alarming arrangement of blunt weapons and sharp nets they carried on their backs.

He soon pieced it all together. These people were myth hunters. Or Mythers, more commonly known as. And an unusually brutish pack of them at that.

Fear struck his heart, an instinct to cling to his dragon rose. “You can’t stay here, Zephyri,” he hissed in Draconispök. But the goddess of gold and clouds did not budge. Her gaze was set in stone, seething a glare as she lowered herself. She had noticed something that neither him nor the Prince had.

Midoriya risked himself to get a better look, his sight encapsulated a shocking discovery. A massive crimson red wing was spread out limply on the ground, snagged in barbed netting. Hooked spears pierced through the leathery wing cruelly. Midoriya soaked in the rest of the image fixated before him, rendering him at a loss for words. A young mighty Wyvern, far bigger than any he had ever laid eyes on. It was alive, it’s lashed torso rising and falling with each rattling breath. Smoke plumed out from it’s nostrils, emanating a offensive growl each step a Myther took towards it.

“Is that..?” The Prince inquired under a whisper, clutching faster onto his sword.

Midoriya couldn’t believe his eyes. He thought all of the dragons were accounted for and safely back at his island. What was such a strong beast doing out here alone in the first place? Unless, the dragon wasn’t alone. Further analyzing from a safe ways away, he figured out why the winged creature didn’t just fight back and escape. Powerful claws caged in the unconscious body of a boy, shielding him from the Mythers as the dragon bore it’s teeth with hostility. Unfortunately the dragon’s wing was also gravely injured, with no hopes of taking flight any time soon.

“It’s protecting someone,” Midoriya muttered. He eyed the body of the boy that twitched slightly, letting out small groans of discomfort in his unresponsive state. He was hurt too.

“We have to help them,” Zephyri urged, careful to stay as quiet as possible. After all, dragons were a legend worth killing for.

The Prince shook his head when Midoriya retold her words. “As much as I hate these illegal traders, we can’t risk the sky goddess’s life.”

Zephyri snorted disrespectfully. “I’ll have you know that I-”

“Shh!” Midoriya hissed, fearing that the Mythers had become aware of their presence. Everything went silent, all except pained grunts of the boy and the menacing growls of the fallen dragon.

For a moment, Izuku relaxed. He let his guard down, touching a shaky hand on the upper curve of Zephyri’s scaled leg. “Stay still,” he put a finger to his lips, his eyes flickering all around in creeping paranoia.

Midoriya’s heartbeat was nonetheless wild, yet it practically exploded out of his chest when he heard the bloodcurdling shriek of a war cry above in the trees that filtered ashen light onto their skin. His hair stood up on ends as a throwing axe cut through the air, reeling passed his ear in horrifying proximity. He felt the breath of the blade skim by him in a sharp slice. It rustled into the bushes, slicing open a gash in the barrier that protected them from the Mythers.

Only, said Mythers were now surrounding the unfortunate souls, bearing weapons high and flashing wicked grins. The moment greedy eyes settled upon Izuku’s pearly golden dragon, it looked as if they were gazing on their last meal. And they were ravenous for it.

“Midoriya, stay behind me!” The Prince rose, spinning his sword by the hilt threateningly before grasping it with a resolve to defend and attack.

Midoriya did as he was told. But alas, Zephyri did not. She waited for an opening; and with one mighty blow she struck down two barbaric men with flashing claws- clipping one Myther by a slash down the side of the face. The man wailed and buckled to the ground in agony, ensuring a chance to pounce in the direction of her fellow Wyvern brethren and it’s human boy.

This was all while Midoriya was frantically calling after her to retreat and escape to safety.

“Grab them and bring them to me!” The leader of their hunting group ordered, raising a muscled arm in direction of the Prince and the Dragon Keeper. She had a cloak of mountain boar hide, an illegal item only obtainable across seas the the Northern Kingdom. These people… must be more than what Midoriya had determined. Thugs, it would appear.

Midoriya yelped as Todoroki clashed his sword against the chipping iron of a rusty cutlass, belonging to the strong hands of a man much larger and more rugged than he was. The Prince couldn’t hold out for much longer under the crushing weight of the onslaught.

Izuku was stuck in his own head once again. There was so much going on, he couldn’t keep track of what he needed to do. And for all he could manage, he mustered up the courage to pick up the axe that was lodged in the bushes and grasp it between shaking fingers. As another murderous brute charged forward with unwavering strides, a bolt of fear rattled Izuku from the core as he made a daring choice; and whacked the Myther over the head with the blunt end of the weapon.

The body hits the ground with a thud, sending a chill through his already quivering bones. Thus, Midoriya turned to see what his ears failed to warn him of. Prince Todoroki had lost the battle of strength, his gloved fingers desperately digging into the arm that strangled his freedom.

“Mido…riya–!” Prince Todoroki choked, his free hand clawing for the shining sword that was out of reach, gleaming under the light like and unobtainable beacon where it stood up from the ground.

“Your Majesty!” Izuku cried in horror. But taking a step forth, he felt a firm hand clamp painfully around his ankle from where the he had previously struck down the Myther.

His heart stops, sparing him a mere second to realize what he had done before he was pulled out from underneath, his body slamming full force into the ground. His head hit the surface of a mossy rock, dots swimming in his vision as the air was extracted from his lunges with a sharp stab. His ears rung. He couldn’t hear a thing, other than the muffled growl of a dragon in the distance. Midoriya opened his blurring eyes, feeling the blood trickle down his forehead from the impact. His sight met with Zephyri, who was snapping her jaws at the Mythers who dared approach her and the captives, spreading her wings out like a blockade over the much larger, yet helpless dragon and the unmoving boy.

She then saw Midoriya. Her blue eyes glowed like fierce flames, worry striking her dragon heart. She knew his undying resolve to protect the dragons. But Izuku could trust her that she would live, right?

“Run,” Midoriya wheezed, pain seething through his head and ribs. “Fly, Zephyria Ozentaros!”

But she did not.

[To Be Continued]

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