The FrostWing Chronicles

Chapter 8- The FrostWing Empire Reborn

Within the soul-chilling city of Northwind. Eyrokar looked around as he was unfamiliar with his Mother’s kingdom. The cold wind howled loudly, and the dark clouded skies thundered. Through a flash of lightning, several cloaked Draconian soldiers surrounded the Wolvar and their Draconian leader. Pointing spears of ice at them, one Draconian revealed herself, “I was beginning to wonder how long it would take you to get here. And I see you broke through to my foolish husband.” said the Draconian, looking at Drakon. “Loriana? Wait, you married the Overseer Lord, MY SON!?!” Eyrokar growled. “It wasn’t my choice, Twas Devarius’. “I’m sorry. Who are you? I can’t be married. I’m just a… child?” Drakon asked himself. “You are no more intelligent the day I lost you? Great.” Eyrokar growled. “I am so confused right now.” Drakon sighed.

“Take them all to the Frost Queen,” Loriana growled as she held out ropes. “You are not binding me, nor anyone. I will fight you all to protect my family!” Eyrokar growled. “By Dragonic law, Eyrokar, you are still the property of Lady Obsidian. We can’t just let you waltz into the keep unchecked. Not until we determine you are truly free of Angrathar’s grasp.” Loriana sighed. “What does that, or me being a slave, has anything to do with me wanting to talk to my mother!?!” Eyrokar asked. “You are Dark Fallen. The others can enter without binds,” Loriana said. “Bah, Just keep your claws away from my Tail, and don’t get any ideas. Let's just get this over with.” Eyrokar growled as his wings and claws were all bound. The Draconians all revealed themselves to be all female and led the Frost family to Frost Dragon Citadel.

Eyrokar broke down in a growl as they entered the citadel's dark tower and then let out a heart-stopping roar! The runes across his body glowed brightly, and the ones on his head pulsed with a slight purple hue. He shivered slightly as he flared his nostrils and showed his sharp jagged teeth. Sif reached out past the Draconians to soothe her new husband. Her touch calmed him. “The powers within these halls are adequate to destroy the world and the universe as we know it. All because of how Eyrokar was brought back to life.” Loriana said as they reached an antechamber, where Eyrokar dropped to his knees! He growled quietly and let out tiny hisses. A Beautiful White female Draconian walked down a spiral staircase across the chamber, “After all these years, I finally get to look upon him. Release him, and he will not harm me.” Said the Draconian approached Eyrokar as he was cut free of the binds. She laid her claws upon his crystal. Eyrokar looked up to the Draconian. Ereadus had to adjust his eyes a few times as the Female looked exactly like his father, just white. “Eyra… You are still as beautiful as the day I severed our connection. How is my Wonderous sister doing?” Eyrokar asked happily. “Sister!?! He has a Sister?” Ereadus asked. “I’m fine, Eyrokar. Still a frozen ball of hatred, huh?” Eyra asked as she giggled. “I am not a ball,” Eyrokar growled as he pulled her claws off him and stood up. “So, Who is the Wolvar?” Eyra asked, looking behind her brother. “Uhh, That is my oldest Ereadus and his younger brother Drakon alongside their newest mother, Sif,” Eyrokar said, pointing at Ereadus and Drakon with his tail. “Ooh, The Offspring of Kayla. Yes, I remember when she laid you. I hate sharing pleasure… I felt every moment.” Eyra giggled. Eyrokar blushed, “Not in front of my idiotic children!” Eyrokar growled. Eyra slapped herself. “Ouch… Stop that!” Eyrokar growled.

“Haha... I still have no idea why you took my pain. Come, I’m sure you would like to see mom.” Eyra said as she skipped away up the stairs. Eyrokar looked back at his sons, trying not to laugh. “If I hear a single peep from any of you, I will freeze your mouths shut!” Eyrokar growled. “Your sister seems… like your opposite.” Sif giggled. Eyrokar raised his claws, “Her name is ‘Eyra LightClaws’ For a Reason! We were born opposites in the main appearance, but since I am Dark Fallen, it just fits for my middle name being DarkClaws. Ereadus, Drakon… Eyra may seem not as combat-ready as I am, but she could tear your little heads off without a second thought. In other words, Don’t cross her as you wouldn’t me!” Eyrokar growled. “I was not thinking of that Father, but since she is an Identical Twin, you would make one sexy Draconian.” Ereadus laughed. Eyrokar glared back at his son, “I will pretend you did not just say that.” he snarled as he followed up the stairs behind Eyra in her white Robes.

They reach the top of the spire where Tyrara stood overlooking all of Northwind and far beyond the walls of Northwind. As Eyrokar set foot on the packed ice atop the spire, he dropped to his claws! Eyra turned towards him in worry. Ereadus and Drakon both walked past their father. Eyra reached down to place her claw upon him. “Don’t… The Souls’ Torment will backlash into you. He must resist his murderous rage.” Tyrara said, still gazing out into the snowy haze. “After all these years… Why did you keep the damn runes!” Eyrokar growled as an incredible amount of pain struck him. Eyra looked back at him in concern. “They transfer your soul’s might to the spire rock to the display a barrier across the Karsara Lands.” Tyrara sighed as she continued staring out past the lighting and howling winds. “Oh, that thing works perfectly, doesn’t it?” Drakon scoffed.

“Eyrokar keeps a muzzle on your dog. I will have you know since Kayla’s death, the barrier has weakened, As she was the secondary conduit.” Tyrara said, looking over her shoulder at her son and Daughter. “So… argh, you were using Kayla and me because you are too scared to fight Devarius yourself?” Eyrokar growled. “I will have you know the barrier was not intended for the demons but something far worse. Angrathar is the greatest threat we have ever faced, and I had only hoped he had destroyed himself. His return is all but certain now. You want to die will entail his return, and with it will come to the end of all things. You are not strong enough to stop him, Eyrokar.” Tyrara growled as she turned to him. She blankly stared at the wolvar, “When did you start collecting wolvar?” She asked. “Oh, This is Ereadus, my oldest son, and Drakon, my middle child. That is Sif, the new Queen of Howlsdall.” Eyrokar sighed as he stepped back from the glowing runes on the floor.

Tyrara blankly stared at Drakon, and Ereadus shifted back and forth between the two wide-eyed. “You Never told me you got busy with Kayla… Two adult Frosts, offspring from my son. Now I understand why Eyra had those random… Orgasms.” Tyrara said, clearing her throat. “MOM!” Eyra growled. “As weird as it were for you, I’m sure it is more so for both Ereadus and Drakon.” Tyrara sighed, twitching her eyes. “So… my father’s sister felt him… squirt us into our mother. Glad to know the entire family is so closely connected.” Ereadus sighed in disgust. “As if I have a choice? Being hatched from the same egg as a Dark Fallen is no easy feat! I shiver to remember the pain he must feel just to survive merely. Eyrokar, it’s a pain that keeps you alive, right?” Eyra asked. “No, the pain is merely what keeps my soul from freely leaving my body. I still live due to my connection with the Dark Fallen and my loved ones. Imagine wanting to sleep, and something keeps disturbing you. That is the kindest and most subtle way to put it. In reality, I am a living mockery of life itself; Forced to continue existing in a broken shell called a body; ice shards impaling my very being, my blood flows in a restricted manner, carry razor shard ice shards through my body causing more unnecessary suffering; My soul wants to leave this wretched prison, and on countless attempts, it is only constricted by the ice that is my body. Felt the heavy plates of ice pinch and rub my already weakened flesh. The whispers of death call to me, maddening as they sound, resisting only opens my mind to the whispers of the Dark Fallen energy wanting me to kill everything in my wake. The runes across my body, although seemingly small, burn like demon fire furthering my maddening descent. My teeth don’t properly fit my mouth, their jagged nature uncomfortably stabbing me from within. My skeleton was shattered and impossible to reconstruct, yet Tyrara attempted, and not only does my body feel the pain of the splinters and shards, but so does my soul. Most of my head and waist remained intact, Which allowed me to reproduce yet, As it was part of Devarius’ plan. Me being enslaved only angered and endured more pain upon me. Not only was I enslaved by those who wanted me dead, but I was humiliated by Farison… I was raped, and never have I felt a more enraging endeavor. All the pain I had felt in my young, little life was finally focused. Nearly Eighteen years later, I married Kayla, for she too has a slight undead curse like I. Together, the pain faded; we found that the more we were together, the more alive we felt. So please excuse my endless want from being reunited with her.” Eyrokar growled as he walked up to Tyrara. “I needed you, and had I not brought you back… You and Kayla would have never gotten married.” Tyrara said, sticking her nostrils to the sky scornfully. Eyrokar abruptly hugged her, “Only the touch of those I love can stall the pain, And I have lost enough for one life, don’t make it a second.” Eyrokar sighed in relief as his pain stopped. “You use me as a conduit for your barrier, but did you know the pain of all living things now courses through me? As if my malpractice resurrection was painful enough. Kayla’s death not only started me but feeling her pain was… I don’t want to think about it too much.” Eyrokar sighed. Tyrara wrapped her arms around him, “Had I known the effect of the powers upon you, I would have left you dead. I was so mad at myself; I tried every known magical ability on you to bring you back, with no regard for the outcome as long as you returned to me. And here you are, back in my arms. But you lost something… You are no longer my son but a creature of my making. In the small amount of time you lived, I felt safe. In this version of you, I feel safe, loved, and that I can finally have that relationship I never had. I love you… perhaps to a notion that is similar to Kayla. I… I lust for you, your caring touch, your strong resolve to protect. I shamefully have touched myself at the thought of you. I remembered something… The last male Frost Dragon was killed when we first got here on Novotora. I never had a chance to feel true love, and I am naturally attracted to you. Bah, you would never fall for me; I am not good enough for you.” Tyrara said tearfully as she pushed Eyrokar away. The Pain spike with Eyrokar made him grab his horns in agony, and he grabbed onto Eyra. “I want nothing to do with incest, Tyrara. But I can’t live with myself allowing you to go on without the touch of a mate; Neither can I let you do the same, Eyra. I am willing to take both your claws into my own. But do understand, the possibility of us having children is improbable. Not because I won’t see to your needs, but… If our kind has brought this much chaos, it would be best if our kind died with us.” Eyrokar sighed. “I… I understand. I will happily marry you, my beloved. Uhh, you realize we just agreed to marry in front of your sons?” Tyrara looked at both Ereadus and Drakon, flabbergasted in disgust. Eyrokar darted his eyes to his son across Eyra’s shoulder. “You two will be nice to them, and you don’t have to call them mother too. If you were the last male Frost Dragon and Had no choice but to marry your mother or sister, you would understand. I still don’t like this, but Dragons are inbred, Bisexual polygamous creatures, and I am possibly the most un-Dragon-like out of all my incompetent race! Anyway, Can we please head back to the throne room? I hate how the runes make my pain increase.” Eyrokar sighed.

After they all walked back into the Citadel, Tyrara sat upon her throne, “I am honestly quite excited! I had never been married, nor was I expecting to be. What do newly married couples do their first night together?” Tyrara asked. “I don’t know, I didn’t touch Kayla for about three weeks after we got married, but I think that would be the proper event. I haven’t had sex in over twenty-five years, and I am not going to anytime soon.” Eyrokar growled. “Gods, Smite me. Tyrara, where can Drakon and I sleep for the night… somewhere we won’t hear you… three.” Ereadus growled. “Ereadus, this tower is made of solid Dragon Steel and Ice. Noting can get through the walls. Loriana, please escort them to the chamber you have provided. And remain away from Drakon. He still needs to be reintroduced to his life slowly.” Tyrara growled. “Y… Yes, my Empress. I can’t keep Loressa from bothering him, though.” Loriana sighed. “She is fine at the moment. Remember he is a Child in an adult body,” Tyrara grumbled as she turned to Eyrokar, standing beside Eyra, hanging on his arm. “Who is Loressa?” Eyrokar asked, concerned. “Hi!” shouted a small voice from below him.

Eyrokar looked down at a baby female Draconian, and she was a maroon scaled, Green-eyed dragon with little pointed ears. “That is Loressa… She is Loriana’s and Drakon’s Daughter. Loressa, say hi to your grandfather, Eyrokar.” Tyrara giggled. “Ooh… Hi, Grand…” Eyrokar stopped Loressa by clamping her mouth shut, “Complete that sentence, and your parent will have to make another one of you!” Eyrokar growled as he let go of her face. “Oh, you don’t like that… I’m sorry. I am happy to meet you! Why is my daddy not knowing anything?” Loressa asked. “Long story. But to make it short, he won’t be a bad guy anymore. Now run along.” Eyrokar sighed. “Okey! See you in the morning!” Loressa said happily as she ran off to find her parents.

“Cute, My Drakon is a father… odd. But then again, I have no idea what to expect anymore. Why are you giving me that look?” Eyrokar snapped at Tyrara, giving him googly eyes. “I have finally waited for the day I would be married to extinguish my sexual cravings. I would very much like to experience it all now that I am married. You know how to please your women. Aris told me all about your… capabilities. Care to share them with me?” Tyrara said as she stood up and towered over her short new husband. “Why is it that I keep getting wives who are taller than me?” Eyrokar sighed to himself. He bats his eyes between Eyra and Tyrara, “Look, I am not in the mood. Sorry for ruining your plan, but I have other greater things to worry about.” Eyrokar growled as he looked up to Tyrara drooling. “Even I can’t always resist myself. I hope the bed is large enough… Let's do it before I change my mind!” Eyrokar growled. “Good Boy, Oh, " Kayla told me I am not the one you call mommy. Let's test that.” Tyrara giggled as she picked up Eyrokar. “I am immediately having second thoughts!” Eyrokar screeched as she carried him off with Eyra closely behind her.

The following morning Eyrokar sat upon the throne alone, deep in thought. Ereadus walked out to him, “Hey, Dad. I suppose you railed them, huh?” he asked. Eyrokar glared at him, “You have some weird wish to be part of it? And for your information, No. I knocked them out and just sat out here all night.” Eyrokar sighed. “You like getting women drooling all over you but refuse to give them what they lust for? That is the equivalent of giving them blue balls.” Ereadus chuckled. “I have no idea what that is, and I don’t want to know. I’m just… paranoid, I guess. Where is Drakon?” Eyrokar asked. “He is still asleep with that little Draconian named Loressa. She seems to like him.” Ereadus said nervously. “That Draconian is his daughter. I am surprised that a Draconian even settled for a mortal.” Eyrokar sighed. “You did. How would anything else be different?” Ereadus asked. "Loriana is Aris’ sister. She, just like Aris, was madly in love with me… still is. They were Dragons in the past; if you haven’t noticed, we are quite proud creatures. My best guess is that she got with Drakon only because he was the closest living thing to me, just as you are.” Eyrokar sighed. Ereadus looked down and sat on the arm of the throne beside his father. “That’s what I hate about you the most. Women worldwide know our name and think I am just as good as you. But I let them down, unlike the stories that have reached the other continents. No woman wants Drakon or me… they want you!” Ereadus sighed. “That is not my doing. Your Mother is to blame for that. She boasted that rumor to other women to make them jealous… just made more females want me. It took me away to believe it, but… Your mother used me. Since she was Bisexual and more attracted to females, she used me as bait to lure more women into her fold. Not for me. I was happy with just her… First, she married Aris, and then Aris added Isarnia and Winter… I never wanted a harem.” Eyrokar sighed. “Alright, I know that is a lie, dad. Any male would want a bunch of females all over them! I do. I have no doubt Drakon would too. The ability to have that is just natural for you.” Ereadus growled. “That would sound like a lie, but I don’t want more than one wife. Out of all the females that threw themselves upon me, I chose Kayla because we were similar. After all, she felt just as secluded as I did.” Eyrokar said as he looked up at the ceiling. “So you’re telling me Mom was a Nymphomanic?” Ereadus asked. “Well… Yeah. She has accepted that. That woman is crazy, and I love her for all her stupidity and craziness.” Eyrokar laughed. “Mom hasn’t slept with another guy, has she?” Ereadus asked nervously. “No, She told me she is lesbian and only married me to get more girls. You and your siblings are only creations of pity.” Eyrokar sighed. Ereadus’ ears folded down in disappointment. “I’m teasing you. She is not that crazy. We both agreed to have children, and here you are. Made from love and want. As all offspring should be.” Eyrokar growled. “Dad, I understand that you are a product of war through rape. Please don’t push your beliefs onto me. Some children can come into existence by accident.” Ereadus chuckled. Eyrokar snarled, “You think proper parents would want to bring offspring into this terrible existence? Life is pain, and there is nothing in life worth bringing a child to suffer through it!” he said as he grabbed Ereadus. “Just saying from personal experience, sometimes two adults don’t want offspring and just want to have fun,” Ereadus said nervously. “Gods, you are your mother’s son.” Eyrokar scoffed and threw Ereadus on the floor. “I do not think that way. If you don’t want children….” “Take it in the behind or swallow, right?” Ereadus interrupted. Eyrokar tweaked his eye, “Well… I… I’m not going to, yes. But Kayla will say otherwise.” Eyrokar growled, clenching his teeth. “Oh my god! Mom liked Anal sex?” Ereadus laughed. “No, She loved it… Why am I having this conversation with you? I don’t like to talk about my personal life with my wife to others! It was very odd when she tried to teach me how to make love to her… Nothing beats the first time.” Eyrokar sighed. “Kayla had to teach you how to mate. How did you not know? I thought it was a natural thing?” Ereadus asked. “Don’t say your Mother’s name. I had an idea, but being raised as an enslaved person with no females was not the best learning curve. Besides, She thought it was cute.” Eyrokar chuckled. “So sex with her is good?” Ereadus asked. “Why do you care? But yes, she likes a multitude of positions. Likes it rough and gentle… nothing is better than slow, gentle lovemaking… Stop asking me these questions. The Woman is your mother. You can’t know!” Eyrokar growled. “You put me inside her! This is more your fault than mine. I just want to say, this painting of mom you have. She is so beautiful… Since you got with your mom, can I get with mine for a night?” Ereadus asked. “How did you get that? Look, Boy, I may not want a bunch of women all over me. But I am an Alpha male! You will not get with her! I will KILL you!” Eyrokar snarled. “Ok, Damn… I don’t even like Wolvar. I’d sooner sleep with a human. Oh, that soft skin.” Ereadus sighed. “I hate humans. Once you have lived among them for over two years, you get annoyed by them. I guarantee it.” Eyrokar sighed. “Alright, Dad, don’t lie to me. You slept with that Human Queen, Leoira.” Ereadus said. “No, you idiot. No matter how much she wanted me, no matter how much she tried, I would never betray your mother.” Eyrokar sighed. “Sounds like she betrayed you with other women. And you just accept that. Heh heh, your like mom’s slave.” Ereadus laughed. “I am not her slave. Yes, she used me, but in the end, she still loves me, and I love her. Get your brother and Sif. I will go wake Tyrara and Eyra. We must return to Sharmsorn for the final preparations. The end of the war is in sight.” Eyrokar sighed as he stood up and turned away from his son. “Dad… I’m glad you and mom got together. Let's finally avenge her death.” Ereadus said with a slight smile. Eyrokar looked back at Ereadus, “Don’t think of how your mother and I mated, and just think of all the good times we had as a family. I guarantee you will fight for her better than way.” Eyrokar sighed. “Is that for yourself or me?” Ereadus asked. “Both.” Eyrokar growled as he walked into the dark corridor. Ereadus felt a sense of pride for his father for coping with Kayla’s death so well and how he united all of the Karsara Lands against the Dragunity Empire and Thawsor.