The Chosen One to Rule Them All Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Skarethia vs Ericka, Part 1
Rex snapped out of his rage and took in the devastation around him. Chunks of the school building, shattered benches, uprooted trees, and fragments of the pathway were strewn across the entire campus. The once-peaceful fountain in the courtyard had become a roaring geyser shooting water into the sky. Several areas of the campus were now engulfed in flames.
He felt a strange wetness on his skin, carrying a sharp, metallic scent. The sensation was foreign—wrong. When he finally looked down and understood what it was, his stomach dropped. Blood. And he knew without question it belonged to Dirk and Jax.
Rex's mind began to splinter, reality warping around him. He refused to believe any of this was real—surely it had to be a hallucination, a cruel trick of his imagination, a nightmare he would eventually wake from. He longed for the safety of his ordinary, mundane life, desperate to escape whatever this horrifying new reality was becoming.
Then, as the blood dripped onto the ground, he finally saw them—the mangled bodies of Dirk and Jax. Their limbs were twisted at impossible angles, their forms barely recognizable. Rex's psyche shattered even further. He collapsed to his knees and vomited, the horror overwhelming him.
Hands trembling, he covered his face as questions tore through his mind. Why did I do this? What will Regina think? Will she hate me? Despise me? And then he broke completely, whispering the same words again and again, voice cracking with guilt: "I'm sorry, Regina…" I didn't mean to… I'm sorry, Regina… I didn't mean to…" He repeated it endlessly, as if the words themselves could undo the nightmare around him.
Regina was the first to speak, her voice erupting in pure, unrestrained fury. "SKARETHIA… WHAT DID YOU TELL HIM?!" Skarethia only smiled, calm and taunting. "Well, well… if it isn't Her Holy One, Reginatrix. And are those Erickathrix, Veritriss, Sheenara, and Lilazell with you?" Her grin widened. "Tell me—what are the four princesses of the Metal Ones doing here?
"Enough with the pleasantries, Skarethia," Regina snapped. "We're here because we heard Rex's cries for help—along with reports of a red dragon rampaging. Now answer me: why are you here without permission?" Skarethia tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Oh, Reginatrix… Did you not hear Rex screaming for help? Or did I imagine it?" Her smile sharpened. "Tell me, where were you? Off running errands while a filthy human dared to plant his dirty shoes on the Allfather's face? And you just allowed it?"
"Quiet your tongue, worm," Regina hissed. "I ask the questions here. A mere queen doesn't get to speak to me like that." She laughed softly, mockingly. "Hehehe… hahahaha. And what will you do, Reginatrix? Have you forgotten your oath?" Her eyes glinted with smug amusement. "You're forbidden from harming a dragon of the opposite faction—or meddling with the mortals and lesser gods tied to us. So go on… Try to threaten me again."
"You know what? I'm not even in a bad mood anymore—not after getting to play with these little bugs." Skarethia smirked. "Fine, I'll talk. I was sent by the mistress to help our dear Rex. And why shouldn't I? After all… he is my fiancé. Hehehehehe." She leaned in close, wrapping her arms around Rex in a possessive, almost predatory embrace.
Regina's fury spiked. "Get your hands off him, Skarethia. He isn't yours—not yet. The prophecy states the Metals have the right to court him first." Before Skarethia could respond, Ericka stepped forward, her voice ringing with power. "Prode lamina planitiei glacialis… Rune Shaver!" (Come forth, blade of the frozen plains… Rune Shaver.)
The blade is an elegantly chrome-carved masterpiece. Once drawn from the sheath, the mist immediately crystallized into thin sheets of ice down the edge of the blade. The process is visible and dramatic; a pale blue vapor streams perpetually off the blade, giving the air around the wielder an immediate, chilling temperature drop.
The frost begins faintly near the tip and grows denser and more visually stunning as it moves down toward the hilt. The hilt and guard are crafted from the same chrome or perhaps from enchanted obsidian-black steel, providing a dark frame that starkly contrasts with the blade's intense white light.
Then, she removed her ribbons, and suddenly, a pair of horns, wings, and a tail sprouted from her body, and a deadly cold filled the air, but for some reason, the students were unharmed. Her appearance completely changed, becoming even more stunning.
She appeared majestic and blended elegance, power, and ethereal beauty. Her presence is regal, serene, and otherworldly. Her face was soft, refined, and delicately shaped with smooth, pale skin that fit the icy theme. Her expression is calm, wise, and slightly mysterious. Eyes that are large, bright, and icy blue, giving her an enchanting, almost hypnotic gaze. They shimmered like frozen crystals under moonlight. Long, pointed, elf-like ears that protrude gracefully from her hair, adding a fantasy charm.
Her Hair is A shimmering silver-white, reminiscent of frost or winter snow. Extremely long and flowing, cascading all the way down past her waist. It spreads out slightly with a soft, windy texture, giving the impression of a gentle polar breeze. Silky, thick, and slightly wavy, glowing faintly in the moonlight.
Her horns were two gracefully curved, dragon-like horns that rose from the sides of her head.
Silver-gray, matching the icy theme. Smooth, but ridged with natural horn patterns, giving them a majestic appearance.
She wears an elegant, form-fitting dark blue gown with silver accents. The gown has a fitted bodice with intricate silver patterns resembling frost or ice runes. Silver armor-like pieces decorate her shoulders and upper chest, blending seamlessly into the dress. She had long, fitted sleeves with icy metallic trim. Her hands are delicate and feminine. In one hand, she is holding a glowing crystal of blue light, radiating soft magical energy. In another, she had Rune Shaver.
Ericka's wings were large, feathered, angelic wings with a dragonic touch. Pale silver-white, soft, and majestic. Each feather is meticulously detailed, shimmering like frosted snow. Immense—her wings stretch outward in a protective, regal arc. A magnificent silver-white tail, matching her horns and wings. Smooth with scaled details. Long, slender, and gracefully curved behind her.
The gown flows elegantly to the floor, long and royal. The skirt is wide and layered, decorated with silver trim and symmetrical icy patterns. The deep blue fabric glows softly in moonlight, resembling a frozen night sky. The dress pools around her feet gracefully, blending with the snowy ground as if she were part of the winter itself. Her feet are hidden beneath the long, flowing gown, which fully covers her down to the ground.
Ericka leveled Rune Shaver at Skarethia. "Mistress, may I teach this fire lizard a lesson?" Regina narrowed her eyes, irritation flickering across her face. "We'll discuss your interruption later. For now… go ahead. I don't mind."
Skarethia's brows twitched in irritation, but a sadistic, mocking grin quickly returned. "So the silver one wants to try her luck, huh? Do you remember our younger days, Erickathrix? Wonderful times… for me, at least." She chuckled darkly. "I can't kill you—prophecy and all that—but I can leave a mark so hideous that Rex won't even think about sleeping with you… let alone looking at you."
"Just try it, bitch," Ericka snapped. "I have Rune Shaver now. This won't be the one-sided beating it was when we were hatchlings." She lifted her blade. "Prode, procella nivis. Monstra mihi glacialem tuam frigorem" (Come forth, blizzard. Show me your icy chill. In an instant, the temperature plunged. Dark clouds churned overhead, and a sweeping burst of snow and razor-sharp ice poured down across the campus. In an instant, the temperature plunged. Dark clouds churned overhead, and a sweeping burst of snow and razor-sharp ice poured down across the campus.
Ericka vanished in a burst of icy light, reappearing beside Skarethia with Rune Shaver raised to cleave into her waist. Skarethia caught the blade with a single scaled claw, effortlessly stopping the strike before sweeping in with a counterattack. Ericka twisted aside, using Rune Shaver's power to slip out of reach, then spun sharply, aiming a precise slash toward Skarethia's neck.
Skarethia clicked her tongue as she caught the blade in her claw once again. "Did we not make it clear, Erickathrix? We can't kill each other. The prophecy says none of the princesses die before the appointed time—yet here you are, aiming for my neck." Her voice sharpened with irritation. "Aren't you Silvers supposed to be the icy guardians of justice? Or whatever dramatic motto you recite? "
"Say whatever you want about my family, Skarethia," Ericka snapped. "It doesn't change the fact that I love Rex, and I'll do anything to protect him—no matter the cost. A lying, manipulative fire-breather like you would only drag him into rot and ruin. I hate you and everything your kind stands for." She raised Rune Shaver, magic crackling in the air. "Prodite, stiriae. Per aera volate et scopum meum congela. (Come forth, icicles—fly and freeze my target.)
Multiple blades of ice streaked through the air. Skarethia dodged most with ease, but two struck her arms. Frost spread instantly, racing across her scales into both arms—and soon her entire body was encased in rapidly forming ice.
"Hehehe… cute trick, Erickathrix—but that's all it is. A trick." Skarethia let out a thunderous roar as a wave of scorching heat burst from her body. The ice coated her frozen scales into steam in an instant. She glanced down and saw patches of necrotic flesh where the frostbite had set in, then casually released a green healing aura over her arms. Within seconds, the damaged scales regenerated completely, as if nothing had ever happened.
Ericka stood frozen, unsure of her next move. Those had been two of her strongest spells, yet Skarethia had shrugged them off like nothing more than a mild irritation. Regina stepped forward. "I know for a fact her mistress forbade her from using her dragon form—she doesn't want to offend the pigeons' god. So, Erickathrix, you have my permission. Transform into your dragon form and take to the sky."
AN: Hey, just to let you know, I am going to be using a lot of Latin in the future for the incantation of spells and whatnot. If you have not noticed by now, the translation will be right next to the Latin sentence in parentheses. Also, please let me know how I am doing. Let me know if you like it, if you don't like it, or if you have any kind of suggestions. Don't like it and got an attitude? Tough. Read something else. I am doing this to have fun, not just to make money. I don't want to hear or read your complaints; only positive criticism here because, honestly, if you can write a novel better, then do it. All trolls and assholes will be ignored. Finally, thank you for enjoying my book. Please consider some power stones and golden tickets in the future to get this book out there. Remember, writing takes time and effort.