The Last of The Swedish
The men were ruthless, with eyes of steel and hands as rough as sandpaper. They looked at the muscled man in front of them, wicked intentions boiling in their minds. One of them stepped forward, a long iron rod in his hands as he looked over the chained creature that was on its knees. "Shift." The stoic man ordered, his voice deep as it echoed off of the stone walls of the castle's dungeon. There was no reply from the bound man before him, and so he placed the iron rod beneath his chin and forced him to lift his head. "Are you deaf, dragon? I said shift." The last word was spat at him, and Juron growled in response.
"Fan ta dig, smutsiga människa." The elder dragon muttered in Swedish, his pale blue eyes narrowing at him. The insult earned him a hit with the iron rod directly across his face, drawing a nasty cut along his cheekbone. Juron did not allow himself to be fazed, spitting blood onto the stone floor beside him. He drew his head up and set his eyes on the man keeping him in bonds. "Du kommer inte undan med det här. Jag lovar dig det." He smiled slowly, blood staining his normally perfectly white teeth. His canines were sharper than that of a normal human's showing that he was not simply human.
"You do not think so?" The man asked him, his head canting to one side in fake curiosity. His hand moved to the left and he held the end of the iron rod above the flames that were used to light the room. Juron glanced at the fire, the flames dancing within his eyes.
"Fire cannot harm a dragon." He said, attempting to put the other man off. But he simply smirked, knowing more than Juron wanted to give him credit for.
"Then I suggest you become one very quickly." The other man was playing with him, trying his very best to get Juron to shift so that they could kill him and take his skin to sell. But he refused because he was strong and would not give into them. The iron rod was brought back over and the man pressed it against Juron's chest. The sound of skin sizzling was sickening and the dragon let out a cry of pain as he was branded with a harsh line across his soft, human skin. "Shift!" The man shouted directly into his face.
"Never!" Juron shouted back even with pain contorting his features. In a matter of seconds the room shook as the wall behind Juron caved in. Both men in front of him looked up, backing away as fear came over them. The dragon did not have to look to know what had come. A large green dragon crashed his way into the room, letting loose a loud, ferocious roar at the man before him. They rushed to escape but the beast managed to clamp his jaws around one of them, large sharp teeth tearing flesh and crushing bones. The man's screams stopped after a moment and they were left in silence.
"Juron." The voice was so familiar, putting the elder dragon at ease in his chains. "Juron. Är du okej?" Hands easily broke through the chains and Juron was suddenly happy to have such a strong man on his side. Sigmond crouched in front of his leader and drew him into his arms, holding him close.
"Vi måste lämna." Juron said sadly, closing his eyes as he leaned against his best friend for support. "Vi måste lämna."
Seven, there were only seven of them left. The dragon population in Sweden had once been vast and numerous, and now they were only seven. The hunts had started and somehow the humans managed to get the upper hand, and it was obvious to Juron that there was no longer a way for them to stay in their home country. It saddened him to have to leave Sweden behind, but what he did, he did for the safety of his clan. The safety of his younger sister, of his friends, of his family.
There had been rumors of the island for a long time, a safe haven for their kind. Juron had never been keen on going there, but that was before this all had happened. Now it was their only choice. He had to take the remains of his clan there and hope that they would no longer be sought out by the hunters. He wanted them to live in peace. He didn't want to have the nightmares anymore. He couldn't sleep and it was having an adverse effect on his moods. No, he needed to leave Sweden and take his clan to the island. It was the only way.
"Brother, we are ready." Sabina's soft voice touched his ears but he kept his eyes out over the landscape. The view from the cliff had always been his favorite, and he feared this was the last time he would ever be allowed to see it. His younger sister approached him and touched his arm, prompting a soft sigh from his lips. "I'm going to miss it too." She told him, leaning against his side. "But it's not longer safe here." She looked at him with pity and he couldn't stand it. "We are no longer safe here." Juron turned his eyes upon the younger woman, looking at her for a moment. She had grown into such a beautiful thing, and he was ever so proud of her. He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, keeping his lips pressed there for longer than normal before he pulled away again.
"Let us go." Juron said softly, turning to walk away from the edge of the cliff. Even flying it took them a while to reach the coordinates that were said to contain the island. The seven dragons lowered onto the small sliver of land they found. It looked empty and very small, but Juron had a feeling that this wasn't the real island, that the real island was hidden to keep those that fled there safe. Upon landing, he shifted from his large black dragon form into his human one. "Is anyone here? Show yourself to us." He called out, pale blue eyes moving around the piece of land. He expected a welcome for him and his people. Anyone that had seen them coming would know they were dragons, that they belonged on this island of safety. He only hoped they were in the right place.1. Fuck you, human filth.2. You will not get away with this, I promise you that.3. Juron. Are you alright?4. We have to leave.