Her jade green eyes narrowed. What the hell are they doing here? She thought angrily. Rumors had been circulating over the last few months that her murderous uncle, Gustav, was either still alive or his ghost was wandering the lands seeking to rekindle the chaos he had died for. Further fueling the rumors were reported sightings of Gustav’s favorite dragon, Gunnar. Disgust rose like bile in the back of her throat and tried to choke her, but she cleared her throat and stood her ground while two of her guards approached the trespassers. A man stepped forward to meet the guards, and she now recognized him as Titan.
“Then, my guess is that Celia and either Thorne or Laria are with him,” she whispered to herself. She watched one of the guards begin to make his way over toward the main island, and she descended to ground level to meet him.
“My Lord,” he said, slightly out of breath, “Titan says he comes in peace and only wishes to talk to you. He would not let us take any messages.”
Obsi nodded. “Thank you. Go ahead inside and warm yourselves.” The guard bowed, motioned for his partner to follow him, and headed into the Meeting Hall. Obsi made her way over to where the visitors waited. With Titan, as she had suspected, were Celia and Laria.
“What the hell do you want?” she demanded.
Titan held his arms up in front of him. “Calm down, Obsidian Dall. We mean you no harm.”
“Why are you here? You have no business being here.”
Celia stepped forward. “We assume you have heard of the sightings of Gunnar, not far from here, along with some of the other drakes from the Blackblood stables?” Obsi nodded once. “Well, we have heard them too. Meaning we are not the ones responsible for them. We are not trying to carry on…his…business. We want to put all that behind us, as we are sure you and your sister do as well.”
“Fine. Noted,” Obsi snapped. “If I find out you are lying, I will kill you myself. Now get the hell off my base.”
Laria opened her mouth to speak, but Celia stopped her. “Let’s just go. Obviously she does not want to have a rational conversation at the moment.” Laria nodded, and the trio mounted their dragons and flew off.
Obsi watched until she could not see them anymore, then she made her way to her chambers. Night was beginning to fall, so she changed and crawled under her heavy comforters and slept, dreaming once again of the death of her uncle.