Raise a Little Hell

Disclaimer: This story contains coarse language, minor gore and violence against dragons. Reader discretion is advised.

This is a continuation of Hell Hath No Fury, if you haven't read it I suggest checking it out first. Here:

I awoke from my rest to the sounds of a monstrous dragon tantrum. You’d think after three hours he’d have cooled down a little, no pun intended.

Huffing to myself, I sauntered down the cavern to the passage that overlooked Hell’s nesting area. As I drew closer, I could hear more than just the ruckus of his regular tantrum. It sounded like someone had disturbed him or worse was attacking my baby.

I rushed to the lookout and there I saw a small army of four men pestering my little boy, with sharp spears and weapons.

Hell fought them valiantly, spewing his ice shards in every direction but I could tell he needed help.

I ran through the caverns, sweat pouring down my temples as the war raged on, below. I had just set foot on the nest floor when I saw that Hell had taken out three of the four assailants, the last had simultaneously skewered himself and my precious baby.

I watched in horror as Hell’s ice shard drew blood from his sand-coloured belly. He thrashed and flailed in panic as the ice began to spread throughout his body, as I watched helplessly. Before I could get to him, he burst into thousands of tiny ice shards.

“My dragon!” I yelled before I even knew the words had formed in my mind, as I scooped up a few of the shards that now began to melt.

I looked up to see, that stupid human Doron, known as the dragon slayer in the Kingdom of Nevaeh.

Mighty Knight thought he was about to die a hero’s death, but in my opinion, it was a fool's death. I sought to notify him as I marched in his direction, watching the ice begin to spread to his extremities as it had with Hell.

The moron fell to the floor smiling in bliss as he became ice and then exploded into shards before I could lay a hand on him.

Unable to exact my revenge, I turned to the remains of my dragon and began gathering the melting pieces of ice. It was hard to tell which shards were Hell’s and which were that bastard Doron’s but I did my best to make sure to only collect Hell’s pieces.

I waged on, hoping to preserve them and bring my baby back. Placing as many as I could into my flask and more still in a bucket that I carried up to my room.

Unfortunately, the shards had melted before I could permanently preserve them, so now I was left with dragon soup.

I would spend the next couple of days researching and wishing for a remedy, something to revive my poor fallen angel. It took some doing but with the use of some old magic, I was able to brew the dragon soup into clay. That I eventually fashioned into an egg-like shape.

From there I was able to incubate and hatch it into a new fledgling, a female this time. Whom I named Helena, but will call her Hell for short, in honour of her papa.

Over the next year, I raised little Hell until she was big enough to begin destroying the Kingdom of Nevaeh, helping me exact my revenge on Doron and the king for killing my first baby.

We started by just terrorizing small farming communities, working our way up to the larger villages and then the Castle in the center of it all. There we sought to end the king and his men, the only thing we didn’t count on was that Doron would have a next of kin.

I guess I must have gathered some of his shards and they became part of the dragon soup. Because the little bastard only needed to touch my baby and she returned to the ice shards from which she came. Not to mention ending my reign as the evil queen of the kingdom.

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