Johnathon's POV

Johnathon stood near the river with his knights as he assisted them in spilling gasoline on the dirt, a bit further away from the water. He heard thumping of hooves and clanging of metal hitting the ground, he looked up in surprise. There had been at least a hundred soldiers coming their way. Their heads were shaped like small cones, an iron helmet fitting each of their heads. A fabric was tied around their hips and a belt full of animal skulls went around their waist. They all carried iron clubs dragging it along as they walked, hunched back. Before the ogres came any closer he called out, "Stand back! We have more than enough fire to melt that monstrous face off!" Johnathon and his knights stepped back as the borderline of the river was set aflame by a dragon's breath. The ogres' eyes widened as they saw the flames dancing, becoming larger by every breath they take. Most hid their tails beneath their legs and ran while few still stayed, Johnathon those found memorable. It didn't take long until they all fell to the floor, holding their faces as it started to melt off. Johnathon's heart panged in guilt as the only sounds that could be heard were the crackling fire and screams of agony that grew louder with every beat.

As the last sunlight was shadowed by the moon, Johnathon went off for a brisk walk in the forest. Leaves were rustling against each other, creating a soft harmony with the howling wind. His ears were still ringing from the blood-curdling screams as one by one they dropped dead like flies. "You're not what I imagined at all for a king, you seem weak," said a voice behind him making him. Startled, Johnathon turned around and went for his sword resting at his belt.

"At ease, King. I am not here to harm you, my name is Torrion."

Johnathon kept his fingers at the handle, "Than what are you here for, Torrion?"

"I came here to seek you out, I request that you journey with us to Kyrin and together we kill Brixius."

Johnathon raised an eyebrow, "This is the most foolish thing I've ever heard. Who's us that you speak of?"

Then, he felt it a low rumble that shook the earth's core. He heard the thump of wings beating each other. As he looked through the woods, he saw a golden dragon emerge, he looked like the sun himself. He stared in awe as the dragon came before him kneeling, green cat-like eyes watching his movement. "Gideon, at your service," growled out the dragon.

Johnathon sputtered, "Wait it can talk? I've heard of such things before but never believed it was true."

"That is true, King, they can shift to humans as well. Although they are rare and usually killed."

"That's extraordinary!"

The dragon rolled its eyes sarcastically, "Yes, yes very. Now stay focused please, I'm here because I've been sent here to assassinate you."

"Excuse me?" Johnathon stiffened

"Brixius blackmailed me here by taking my sister captive."

"Then how can I trust you?"

"I didn't say I want to, obviously if I did you would've been dead already."

"Well, I can't say that isn't true."

The dragon leaned forward, " We must hurry, the two of you climb on."

Hesitantly Johnathon stepped forward, adjusting his sword to not pierce the dragon as he climbed on. He nearly fell off as Gideon started to fly, he took hold of his scaled neck. From behind him, Torrion had a struggle staying on as well, but they managed.

As Gideon flew his golden scales gave off a glow in the pitch black. Johnathon could vaguely see the castle that was covered by clouds from below. They landed on the sandy beach near the castle which was surrounded by ruins and vines. Johnathon's cheek stung from the strong breeze, the ocean was blue like the midnight sky. "Give me your sword," Gideon demanded, back in human form.

"Why?"

"I'm going out hunting."

"Right, give me some fishes as well once you're back please," Johnathon deadpanned.

"I will try to, no promises," Gideon took the sword from Johnathon and went off for the woods.

Johnathon watched him go, "I'm with idiots, seriously."

Not too long after Gideon came back, his white shirt covered in scarlet blood with the hilt of the sword stained red. "What have you done," Torrion asked, eyes filled with horror.

"It was a deer, do not fret. The king will think it is your blood, Johnathon."

Johnathon was disguised as one of the royal guards, cloths which lent by Torrion and a helmet in hopes it would cover his face. Torrion and Johnathon were both shoulder to shoulder by Gideon's side as they entered the palace. Torrion led them the way around the corner where they went through a hallway. The dark aura of the castle was giving him goosebumps, heart pounding with anticipation as they made their way to the throne room. His blood went cold, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but he had sworn he saw Satan. He was sitting on the throne, legs crossing one another while fiddling his deep red crown in his hands. The door slammed shut behind them, Brixius looked up startled, "Back so soon?"

"Yes your highness, Gideon's assassination attempt was successful," Torrion said.

"Great! Where's the body?"

"You see, I've taken it upon myself to burn the body," Gideon rushed out.

"Alright, I won't hold it against you. As promised I will have your sister release. We shall celebrate his death publicly."

"There will be no need for that," Johnathon stepped forward and took off his helmet.

Brixius abruptly stood up, as he roared the ground shook, "What is the meaning of this?!"

"You've ruled this kingdom long enough! It is time to put an end to your reign."

"Foolish boy, you think you can stop me? Guards, seize them!"

With his sword, Johnathon stabbed a nearby guard in the shoulder blade and kicked him onto the floor. He heard a thump behind him, turning around he saw a limp body of a guard with Gideon raising a sword that was dripping with blood. "Thanks," Johnathon panted out.

"No problem."

Before any more guards came to grab them, Torrion was quick on his feet as he grabbed the sword in his belt. He took hold of Brixius' neck and lifted his sword nearing its skin. He felt him gulp when the sword pricked the neck, drawing blood. "We must end this now my king."

"Don't do this Torrion, you'll regret it. I practically raised you," Brixius stammered as he gave him a nasty glare, eyes full of betrayal.

I will never forget you, forgive me."

Swiftly in one motion, Brixius' head rolled over to the floor as the blood-splattered the floor and his clothes. Lifeless black eyes meeting his, Torrion gently closed them. His heart was heavy, filled with guilt, he let the tears fall. The guards stood by the door, in shock of how easily the most feared king can be killed so quick. In their grips was a young girl, no less than the age of seven.

"Cecile you're here," Gideon cried out as he pulled her into a warm embrace.

"I missed you," Cecile said with cheek stained tears but then she pulled back grimacing. "Why is there blood all over you?"

"It is not mine, don't worry."

One of the guards spoke up, "What are we to do now? We have no king to rule over."

"I'll be the next king of Vrizar," Torrion said as he sat on the throne. "We must make changes to this monarchy. First, an alliance shall be created with the people of Oprathia if their king desires it."

"Yes, I agree to it," Johnathon walked towards him and firmly shook his hand. They had created an oath that would never be broken, not even the devils if they so beg for it.

A/N: Thanks for reading the short story, hope you guys enjoyed it!