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Looking back at least once, Brandon made sure that he was not seen. Zaptor and Zel still in the front of the house, speaking amongst that was lost to him. Walking toward the red beast of which the Goddess spoke of, he held the blade he had around his hip with one hand, and as he edged closer, the Wyvern with large red cat like eyes hissed and went low to the ground. Brandon stopped and bowed his head, with eyes closed and hand off his blade.

"I was told you can help me fair beast." He spoke lightly, after the Wyvern stopped growling. "Please...my mate has been taken, and I need your help...please..." he felt a bump on his forehead, looking up and opening his eyes, he came face to face with the dragon that could not speak. It nodded its' head slightly before turning to its side and lowering its' body to the ground. Brandon smiled, climbing up its' back. As it stood tall, it took a few short steps, before taking into the air, climbing high in the sky.

Already a day had past since Tentra had been in the cell she was in now; only a thin mat used as a bed and a bucket for restroom. There was another cell beside her on each side, and also across from her were many more cells, all empty. Sage told her when she threw her in here that she would be the second life to rot here, but so far, she felt alone. Holding her knees close to her, she huddled herself to stay warm, but no matter what, she still felt as cold as ice. A blow of food was pushed into her cell, causing her to look up, a man dressed in blood armor, wearing a helm that covered his face but not his eyes glared back at her.

"Don't know why you're being fed beast," the man grunted. "You should just starve like the traitor." And then he left, without another word. She wondered who this traitor was, did he mean Brandon? She didn't know. Looking down, she saw what looked to be guts from a sheep, a few slabs of meat which was drowned in water, making it look like soup. She groaned from the way it was made, but it was the only food she had gotten in the last day and a half, and she was starving.

"Excuse me?" came a voice beside her cell in the darkest of the area. "May you share some of that food with me, I'm awful hungry." Tentra turned to her right to see what looked to be an older human, male with red eyes. He bore no shirt, making many scars easily seen on his body, which looked to be rotting away bit by bit. He did look young for a human though, in his late thirties no doubt, his brown hair long and messy.

"So you're the traitor that that human spoke of?" then Tentra sighed, knowing this human couldn't possible understand her.

"Yes, that would be me," he answered still speaking in human tongue. Tentra turned to him with wide eyes, as he laughed with a raspy voice. "Shocked that I understand you?" he asked as Tentra only nodded her head slightly. "It's a long story on how I came to understand your tongue, true I can't speak it, but your kind can sure understand us just find, so it works out anyway." Tentra gave a small smile, the way the man was speaking, and it reminded her of Brandon. Thinking about her mate now, made her feel worse seeing how she was so far form him now. "What is the matter fair lady?" he asked moving closer sitting crossed legged behind his bars. "I have been watching you since you got here, and I hear you cry in your sleep, what is it that makes you unhappy?"

"Why have you been thrown here?" she asked looking up. "I don't want to talk to anyone...even a human who they say betrayed them." the man sighed softly looking away.

"I fell in love." He answered simple. "With a dragoness,"

Tentra was once more shocked as the man spoke once more.

"It was many years ago in fact," he answered. "While going out scouting, I was ambushed by some mage haters; they almost killed me if it wasn't for Lenora." Again he sighed. "She took me back to her village; hidden deep within the forest, at the time I couldn't understand why she helped me, but when she started to teach me your tongue while I healed, I found it was because she couldn't watch someone die who did not need to die. Over the weeks, she taught me many things of which we humans would think unthinkable! My powers grew, and also hers' as well as I trained her in ways she was never trained. It took a while, but the village thought of me as a friend." He sighed and closed his eyes as he remembered his past with a smile. "I know you dragons don't do marriage, you just ask to be mates and if you want, boom, your mates. But I wanted to show her what it was like to have one. A year later, I asked her to be my bride. We were married and lived a happy life, but I knew I had to return to the king soon, or he would send to find me. I kissed her goodbye, and left, this was over three weeks ago." He shook his head as Tentra watched. "That women...Sage, somehow she knew what I did, and proved it to the king by bringing a small dragon boy before me. This boy went missing close to a week before I left, and was from the village I now still call my home. They told me to prove I was still loyal to the king, I must kill the child! I refused, and they killed him themselves, and threw me here to rot." He looked down again. "Everyday that Sage would go into my mind, trying to find this village, but I was strong, and I was able to keep her out; but still...I grow weaker and weaker."

"I'm...so sorry," Tentra answered as the human sighed loudly.

"I will never revile the home of them for as long as my body breathes air that is my vow. And what of you, how did you end up here miss...?"

"Tentra," she answered with a nod.

"Martian, but you may call me Mar, all my friends...or old friends use to call me that." Mar frowned a bit then smiled. "So why are you here?"

"That Sage," she answered. "She wanted my mate, so she pulled me along so that he could come to her!"

"Your mate?" he asked. "Why would she want a dragon or drake?"

"He's human."

"Oh my," he answered back. "So me and Lenora were not the only cross lovers I see." Tentra laughed slightly, and then remembered what he asked her before. Sliding the bowl to him, to someone who had not eaten in three weeks, he ate with dignity.

"If I may ask?" Tentra asked. "If you haven't eaten on three weeks, how are you...?"

"I didn't say I haven't eaten really..." he answered. "You see, as a mage, we are able to send our spirit out. So I would go inside the body of a human, eat something, and then go back here. It fills my soul making my body still work, but not the body itself; get me?"

"I think," she answered with a nod.

"So why did Sage want your mate then?"

"Maybe because he's the prince of the Dragons," Mar slide the bowl back, some food still in as Tentra ate it slowly. "I'm not really sure."

"Hrm," he hummed while thinking as the sound of a door opening was heard, Mar moving far away from Tentra as she backed away from the cage, two men walking in, going to the far end of the hallway, sitting on the chairs around a table, pulling out glasses and a bottle.

"I just wish I could help Brandon," she whispered to Mar as she saw him nod slightly.

"Listen," he spoke. "I know you can do magic, I sense your power, small now, but with a little training, it will help in the long run, but be warn...this magic I'm going to teach you in hard to use, for it uses the very shadows of the world."

"You're a Shadow Mage?" she gasped as he nodded.

"That's the one thing they didn't know," he chuckled. "Here I am at my strongest, well...if I have food." He shook his head. "But listen, if we combine our power after I teach you the basic, we can simple faze out of these cells and leave; just like that!"

"Then why haven't you leaved yet?"

"Not enough food, but maybe after that bit I ate, like I said, if you and me work together, we can get out." she thought for a moment, Brandon did teach her some spells, and she knew how to attack with the many loose stones around. Giving a nod, Mar smiled and turned fully to her. "Now, just close your eyes, and feel the shadows around you..."

A huge chunk of meat was torn off the now dead solider. The Wyvern which Brandon rode, landed far off away from the fortress holding his mate, but close enough that he would be able to walk there.

"Enjoying your meal girl?" asked Brandon clipping the new sword of the solider on, his old sword and his father arms guards he strapped to the two legged beast as she looked up and made a growling noise going back to her meal. Luckily for the human, he was able to fit into the armor, and it did have a helm that would cover his face. The large squared shield bearing the mark of the king, he lifted and placed on his left arm, the mail around his legs that were not covered in a shell clicked as it hit them; moving back to the Wyvern, who had removed any trace of the body, looked to Brandon as she lowered her head. "Go back to the village, alright?" he also placed a small note he made and tucked it in the saddle. "Now go!" with a roar she reeled back and flew into the air, as Brandon turned and started his way toward the fortress.

The sun was slowly setting, Brandon being in the middle of the Human Territory, he was a long way off to any help. Before going toward the gate, he placed the helm over his head, walking past the guards and made his way inside. Men armed to the teeth patrolled the area, as if they were thinking an army would come.

"From what I heard," said one man on the side. "That Sage woman kidnapped the prince of the dragons mate; why else do you think we're always working more now?"

"If she keeps working us over," answered the second one. "We won't be able to defend ourselves because we're so damn tried!" they both nodded in agreement as the third one sighed.

"I'm just glad we don't have to guard those two downstairs in the castle," he answered. "I mean, that traitor is a Shadow Mage Master ya heard?" Brandon had heard about Shadow Mages, it was one of the hardest magic in the world to control, let alone master. "When he was working for the king, any place he been to, boom, just goes into the shadows and he's there!"

"So why doesn't he just escape?"

"Two reasons," answered the third human. "One, he needs to be in full power, and he hasn't eaten in a while, and two; Sage can sense any magic being used."

"Even Shadow magic?" he nodded. "That woman is freaky though...remember what she did to Charlie when he was trying to woo her?" all three shuddered. "Went from being a man to a woman, because of her blade." Even Brandon had to shudder at that, even he knew that someone even working for the human king, didn't or shouldn't have that happen to them. Shaking his head slightly, he had to remind himself not to use any sort of magic while here, with Sage being here and able to sense any magic being used, it would be hell if he was caught now. And still, he needed to know why she wanted him in the first place anyway. Slowly walking toward the castle, even more men walking on the walls and bows on the towers, he felt like he was being watched, as he made his way into the gates.

"Good, good," whispered Mar. "You have indeed been trained with magic before,"

"Thank you," answered Tentra. "So now what; can we leave this hell hole and get back to my mate?" Mar thought for a moment and shook his head.

"No," he answered. "Getting out will be easy, but like I said, I only taught you the basic. Getting out of these cells will take all of my power since I'm not in the best of shapes. Maybe a day or two if you keep sharing your food with me, we can make it out of these cells and I can transport us to the village I spoke of."

"Do you really think we have the time to wait that long?" she asked him as he sighed.

"Let us just pray." The sound of the door opening was heard, both turning to yet again see another solider dressed in the red suit made his way though, head covered as well as the rest of his body, save for his hands. As Tentra and Mar watched, the head slowly turned to Tentra cell, watching her until he got close to the other two guards.

"Sage wants to see you two," the voice sounding somewhat hollowed from the helm he was wearing.

"And why pray tell does that female want to see us?" questioned a much larger human as the one who walked in shrugged.

"Look, I don't want to end up like Charlie, so I just came down here to relive you of your duties until you can come back. Unless you want to anger her?" both looked to each other and a loud gulp was heard. Not another word was said as they walked passed the smaller human, and slammed the door behind them. "Well that was easy now was it?" while laughing the human took off his helm, to show the face of Brandon, causing Tentra to let out a cry of joy.

"Brandon!" she nearly shouted. "It's really you!" he nodded and went over to a wall, taking off the set of cell keys and went over to Tentra cell to unlock it, trying the many keys on the ring as he would look up at times.

"I'm not about to let you stay here Tentra," he told her. "I will always be here to watch you that I promise you."

"So this is your mate?" Brandon looked over for a moment to see Mar, giving him a questionable look, then back to Tentra. "It is nice to meet you Brandon, my name is Mar, a pleasure to meet you."

"Uh...like wise," he answered back. "Tentra who is this?"

"He was teaching me Shadow Magic so that we may escape," she answered as Brandon unlocked her cell as she came out and hugged the human tightly. "He even has a dragoness for a mate!" Brandon once more turned to him as he only nodded.

"Do you trust him?"

"Yes," she answered, Brandon thought for a moment then turned to him.

"I'm gonna let you out," he answered. "But harm myself or my mate, and you'll taste steel."

"Deal," he nodded as Brandon unlocked his cell. "Now I think we should make hast, Tentra, if you may; we can make a doorway for ourselves." She nodded and moved away from Brandon as they both held their hands out. Brandon himself had never dubbed in the way of Shadow, he didn't feel like it was his thing, all he knew, it was hard to control. Hands still out, the shadows from around them moved toward their hands, like a chicken to it's' food, they swirled and craved into their hands; until only blackness took over the area. "Now, just release the shadows into the wall, and we will have made a doorway for us!" again she nodded as she tried with all her might, and at last, the ball of black shot from her hands as well as Mar, as a moving shadow, about the size of a door, was all that was there. "Well done!" he cried. "Now hurry, the magic will not last long."

"I said no such thing you morons!" a booming voice was easily seen above them. "Take me to this man now!"

"We better go sooner then that," Brandon answered as he took Tentra arm and pulled her toward the doorway, Mar was close behind; and once all three were in, it shut.

It was now nightfall, the three had made it in a forest of which Mar knew, setting up camp and also taking watch, the three relaxed slightly; for they were too far in the forest that if any man that did not know it went in, they would surly be lost. Tentra laid her head on Brandon lap, a blanket made of his shirt over her, as he himself used the shirt he kept after killing the one who bore the armor which he long thrown away, only keeping the sword. She snuggled closer, causing him to smell as he stroked her creek softly.

"You're Alex's boy, aren't you?" Brandon looked up at the mention of his mother name. "I see it in your face; you hold her father face a bit."

"How do you know my mother?" he question as Mar smiled, eating slowly at a deer they caught for diner as the fire slowly crackled in the night.

"I knew your mother pretty well," he answered. "Had to, since we did live with each other for a long time." Brandon tilted his head.

"Past lover?" he asked as Mar chuckled.

"No," he answered. "Older brother."

Brandon only blinked, shifting a bit in his spot causing Tentra to mutter in her sleep.

"What?" breathe Brandon as Mar smiled, he face holding a kind face that couldn't lie.

"Yes," he answered looking up at the sky. "Alice is my sister, and you my nephew, it took away for me to see it, but yes...you are her son no doubt."

"How do I know you're not lying?" the prince asked with a somewhat glare.

"What would I gain from lying to you?" he asked. "And plus, you can always ask the Dragon King yourself, I went with Alice one time to one of his Dinner Talks. This is when I started to see how dragons were, for who they really were." He smiled lightly. "That dragon, Zaptor was his name?" Brandon nodded. "He was a funny man; we even had a drinking contest, and he beat me bad...five beers and I was out like a light." He chuckled more until he sighed.

"Tell me about my mother," he looked up to see Brandon looking at him, Mar nodded closing his eyes.

"She was a kind, kind woman." He started in a low voice. "No matter what, she wanted to help anyone with just about anything. I remembered this one time, this girl; her necklace broke because of some older boys picking on her. Alice, she took off her own necklace and gave it to her, even when our grandmother gave it to her as a gift." He smiled as he thought back to the better times. "When she would go to the Dragon King, she always seemed happy, I never knew why, and I really didn't care; she was happy, and that's all that mattered to me." For the next few hours, Mar told everything he could about his sister to Brandon, what her hopes, and dreams, even a few things that Brandon wish he didn't know. In the end, Mar gave Brandon a small ring, a yellow stone surrounded by a sliver band.

"Zaptor gave her that," he answered. "I thought it would be fitting that you hold it now."

"How did you get this?"

"Day before she died," he told her. "It's like she knew...her time was coming." The area went quite save for the sound of the fire burning between them. While twirling the ring around his finger, Brandon thought about what his life would've have been if his mother never had died. Would've he have met his father, would he have met Tentra?

"Do you think it was fate?" Asked Brandon as Mar looked up from the bone he had in his mouth before throwing it in the fire.

"What do you mean?" he asked as Brandon sighed looking down at Tentra still laying on his lap as her chest slowly rose and fell from the steady breathing of her sleep.

"I mean, just think about this for a moment, mother was killed, Zaptor, my father took me in as his own son to make me Prince of the Dragons. I met Tentra, the love of my life who is now my mate...I mean...this all seems like it was...plan." Smiling to himself as he remembered the talk he had with the Goddess which to him still felt like a dream. "Do you believe in fate Uncle?"

"I believe everyone in the world has a place and duty here," he answered with his eyes closed. "What we do, how we do it and why we do it, these effect all those around yes. Do I believe in fate you ask? It is a yes and no answer; fate that we are alive and here yes, but not fate for what we do; this is what I think." Brandon only nodded as he moved his head and body back, fully on his back as he closed his eyes, Tentra moving again in her sleep to rest on top of Brandon slightly, his arm wrapping around her softly as Mar smiled. "I'll take over the first watch," he told him. "You rest," Brandon only replied with a grunt as he closed his eyes slowly, before opening his eyes once more, looking up at the stars that seemed to twinkle back.

"Yes," he muttered softly, before closing his eyes and falling asleep. And as he did, a single star shot though the sky, before drifting into the deep reaches of space.

Blood splatter on the floors and walls of the hallway which Mar and Tentra once stayed. Sage with her rage rising held her blade and blood fist tightly as she huffed and puffed loudly. The bodies of the two men lay before her feet as she kicked one of them out of her way and made her way back up to the main chambers of the castle.

"Seemed that even they out smarted you Sage?" whipping her head she saw a man with his back to a wall, one leg up on the wall, the other on the ground as he held his arms crossed. He wouldn't be considered a man, but a young man, close to the age of a nineteen year old human; hair as white as snow and eyes a deep gold. He wore clothing unlike the humans around in the kingdom wore, legging holding designs on the side, like three sliver lines on each side; a white shirt that showed off all of his muscles, with a drawing of a skull and two swords going through them.

"Know your place boy!" she cried glaring hard at him. "Just because you come from a different time then me, doesn't mean you can talk to me like I'm some retarded fool!"

"Ah but remember Sage, you brought me here." He answered moving from the wall toward her. "Quite funny, someone who was made from the Goddess of Dragons, and yet you don't even know how to make my weapons work." Sage growled slightly, her hands glowing a deep black as the man only smiled. "Now, now," he answered. "No need for that, I have agreed to help you, for you gave me what I want, but it will take time for your army to be trained to use these tools I have brought with me."

"Master says you have but one month to bring them up to speed on these, weapons." She snarled moving past him as he followed behind.

"And he will have them up to speed in that month," the white hair human spoke. "But like the painting of art, it takes time to make everything perfect!"

"I know that you fool!" she cried loudly pointing her blade to him, the tip nicking his neck, as he held his own tool of killing toward her. It was small enough that it could be held in his hand, a shape like an L with a hole at the place where he pointed it at her. He smiled at her as she only glared, none moved until she removed her blade as he lowered his weapon. "You just better hope these 'guns' as you call them," she hissed as he hostler his Desert Eagle in the pocket behind his pants. "Or what you asked for will be easily taken away!"

"I understand Sage,"

"And don't call me that!" she screamed slapping him across the face. "I'll tell you this once, you may be the dissented of the king, but since your blood is not of full like his, I will kill you given the chance; you will call me Mistress or Sir, understand Terra?!" the human smiled and wiped the blood from his cheek, chuckling as he walked past her toward the gate that led outside before looking back.

"As you wish, Mistress." And with that he left, the door closing behind him.

_This is for you Torben...*clear throat* He no getting no powers yet! Na na na na na naaaaaa! HA! I hope you like this chapter as much as I have, this took me about a hour to write and another hour to look it over to see if I made any mistakes, yes I know my grammars and spelling sucks, so I am asking anyone who would like to re-read the story and fix said problems, I will update the story like that and place your name on the top sating it was you who fixed it. Also I am starting commissions for art, (Since I do not have PayPal yet) so my price is $20 max (We can talk about prices as well) if you draw I will take any art you do for said price, if not, I will ether ask for a story as well from you, or to ask if you can buy a art from another artist. For I am already doing this with another named Johnny1988 so until his story is done, I will be working on his Commission. Also, if you buy the art from another to give to me, you must ask me what I want, I will tell you and so froth, and if the price for said art is over the $20 mark, every $20 after that will add another story for you, so if it goes up to $40 then you get two stories! I hope I get a lot, and I hope to hear you ideas soon for commissions! _