by Celeste Raye
A good rebellion didn’t happen overnight. It took full cycles upon cycles to plan. Careful outlines of dedicated shifters who were sick of living under the dual ruling of a human female and our dimwitted D'Karr. In truth, I was surprised he expected as much loyalty from us as he did.
We were promised a new ruler since our previous leader was murdered. Yet, we were still here on Dobromia. Dying. Except now we got to starve to death in the pitch blackness that took the place of the sun.
“How many groups have been sent down so far?” I asked and fluttered past Tesyduss just to bother him.
“Ten,” he said quickly. “We’ve got rebel bases all around the west, ready to go as soon as we get there.”
I grinned. “Then we’d better get there soon.”
There was a change in the red shifter’s demeanor suddenly: his fingers flocking through his wild red hair and attempting to push the long mane out of his eyes.
“What is it?” I asked, tense. “I’m fresh out of jokes, if that’s what you’re waiting for.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Tesyduss said nervously. “Vesuviun isn’t coming,” he said finally, speaking of my brother.
“See!” I chided. “I knew it was something. It's always something when you give me that look. Why not? What’s his excuse this time?”
He stared at me gravely then, a look unbecoming for the half dragon. I blinked suddenly, and a terrible sinking feeling flooded down my spine and tingled its way through the boning in my wings, making them feel like they were vibrating.
The dark-skinned shifter let out a throaty breath that was long and loud: a protesting sigh that told me he’d lost some kind of bet and had been designated the one to reveal this information to me.
“He died today,” he said quickly.
“Ah,” I said with a click of my tongue. “Well… that’s a damn good excuse.”
“I’m sorry,” Tesyduss offered quietly: dignified.
I swallowed and felt something in me shatter, like a scream that echoed through my insides but refused to come out.
“That’s why we’re doing all this in the first place, right?” I said with a low sigh.
I didn’t know if I was more devastated by the loss of my brother or by another defeat at the hands of our destroyed planet.
In truth, death was becoming easier and easier to swallow these days. Must have been the defeat then.
There had been seventy-five Weredragon deaths since the new D’Karr had taken over. Not one human death—oh no! And no one had successfully managed to infiltrate their planet. This Earth everyone seemed so bent out of shape about.
The women had taken over.
Our new D'Karr was even worse than the one before. Boradrith, our golden-scaled leader who had been overthrown some full cycles ago now, may have been a hard-ass, but at least he wasn't weak. Now we were under rule from the humans, from the wretched Diana to what used to be a great warrior, Kavryiss. Not to mention their spawned half-breed.
“We heard there’s a representative coming from the Earth, some girl–”
I interrupted before Tesyduss could finish. “Another girl!” I said through chattering teeth—the cold making it difficult to speak. “I’m so sick of these… humans!”
“Some girl,” he continued with a laugh, “Coming as a diplomat to make the final treaty. An alliance between the Earth and Dobromia.”
“Yeah, I believe that,” I spat in a tone that showed I did not.
We used to be burdened by the heat from the two suns: the freak of nature that had pounded our planet into a burning sauna—too dry to grow anything. Our food supplies had evaporated, sending us down underground into a series of cool caves.
That was the old problem. As Tesyduss and I flew up out of the pit, we pulled our wings close and glided into the new one.
Above the protection of the Octantis Colony, our underground fortress, I could feel the wind bite my skin like a heavy hit of metal: the breeze and snow unbearably cold. The lava pits created by the busted suns kept us thriving and able to cultivate for only two full cycles. But once they had dried up, we were stuck with an even worse problem. Snow. Cold. Frigid ice. A never-ending winter.
Thanks for that one, D’Karr.
“Who's assigned from our side?” I asked.
The first human to come and ruin everything, Marina, had helped assign diplomats to talk back and forth between Dobromia and the Earth.
“Acottev,” the red shifter said, speaking of a young one-eyed shifter who was sent to endear the humans. Everybody knew that the D’Karr only chose him because his deformity would make him seem less threatening.
“Where?” I asked.
He pointed; a single land rover was the only thing lighting a path in the distance. I used my tail in front of me as a sensor, almost lost to the foggy night.
“Both he and I are red-scaled,” he offered, pulling his cloak tightly to him as we battled against the raging winds.
“Perfect!” I began playfully. “Hope you’ve got your party-banter ready because it looks like you'll be the diplomat today.”
Tesyduss grinned. “Then I guess we'd better get that ship.”
I pulled my wings tight and felt the wind whip through them. Both Tesyduss and I took to the sky and battled the elements until we reached the ship, my wings feeling chapped and wind-bitten by the time we hovered over the metal unit.
Tesyduss landed on the roof of the rover with a loud thump, and I followed quickly behind. I could feel the vehicle slow down under the weight of us. The red shifter clawed into the human-created transport and ripped the roof hatch away from its hinges, tossing it to the side.
I frowned at him as he did this and chided, “We could have used the ship, you know.”
He shrugged and offered me a wry grin before hopping down into the vehicle. I followed quickly and grabbed the first shifter, a diplomat in long white robes, and his eyes went wide at the sight of me.
I wondered if I had a mad look in my eyes as I grabbed his neck and gave it a quick snap to the right before tossing his body limply to the floor. I felt the rover jerk to the right. Obviously, Tesyduss had reached the cockpit.
“Everything okay?” I yelled, and my eyes shot skyward as I waited for the red shifter’s response.
I heard a shout of surprise from the pilot mixed with a dragons cry, and then a loud thud as the vehicle came to a slipping stop.
“I hope you didn’t draw blood,” I said as I watched Tesyduss grab the limp body of a yellow shifter and toss it lazily to the ground, as if it weren’t worth the sore muscles to keep him right-side-up any longer.
“Nope,” he said simply and began undressing the diplomat, shoving his deep arms into the luxe white cloak and pinching the opening in a way that said ‘Hey, look at me!’
“Lookin’ sharp,” I said with raised brows. “I knew you had it in you.”
“That was fast,” he said in return, walking over to the shifter I’d killed and grabbing his robe, struggling to get it off the body’s limp arm.
“What do you expect?” I asked with a shrug, taking the cloak from him and putting it on. “The guy only has one eye.”
“Ugh,” Tesyduss said with a disgusted laugh. “Don’t say it like that. Makes me feel bad.”
We stood there for a moment, looking down at the quick kills we’d just made and the stolen robes that would help us get to the Earth and I could tell Tesyduss had something to say. He looked up at me and seemed to think better of it, shrugging slightly and making his way back to the cockpit.
It didn’t take long before we saw a spaceship waiting in the distance. I breathed hard through my nose and pointed to the light.
“There,” I said. “You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Tesyduss said like a cliché as he hoisted himself out of the warm ship and up to the roof to the crisp air outside.
I put two fingers to my forehead and offered a ludic salute as he made his exit. I took my time tossing the
bodies out of the rover before sitting in the cleaned cockpit, nestling into the strange fabric of the seat and staring ruefully at the human ship just miles ahead of us.
I couldn't understand how everyone kept getting off Dobromia, yet the Earth remained free from infiltration. As far as I was concerned, I was second-in-command of our little rebellion, and if anyone deserved to get off of the darkened rock we used to call Dobromia, it was me.
Chapter 2:
Fiona
“Are we there yet?” came the warm, honey-filled tones that entered through the sliding doors of the main ship deck. The voice belonged to Christina Dalhousie, my raven-haired friend and fellow communications expert working as a diplomat between the Earth and their space relationships.
I was the lucky one who had been assigned to go to Dobromia. I couldn’t say I was excited about the mission. In fact, I’d practically spent the last two years saying that the creatures didn’t exist: some urban legend designed to scare people out of exploring space.
As if we needed another one.
But here I was, ready to meet these apparent ‘dragon-men’ with a patronizing smile and some paperwork that would allegedly assure that we were now allies. As though Weredragon shifters would be bound by paperwork.
I’d only just made it to Dobromia; our ship still rolling slowly along the darkness. As though my best friend had a built-in radar, Christina somehow knew we were close to stopping.
“Yes,” I finally responded. “Just landed. I assumed that’s what jostled you out of your princess-like coma?”
“Dobromia!” Christina cheered, a bounce in her voice coming through brightly as she pressed her hands up against the port window. She was young. Just twenty-years-old now, celebrating a birthday on our way to the shifter planet.
“Dobromia,” I repeated a bit dimly. “Not as… bright and cheery as I thought.”
Christina watched me with a wet-eyed blink and offered me a lecturing look. “Yeah, Fi, they were plunged into darkness. For like, years now. You want to have a little sympathy?”
“Never said I didn’t,” I corrected quickly casually. “Just, dark, is all.”
“You should be happy to be here,” Christina lectured. “I worked hard to get you this gig, okay?”
“Never said I was ungrateful,” I said with a slight laugh, “But it’s a real talent, the way you speak for me like that. Do you use your magic mind-reading with Tom, too?”
“Shut up,” the black-haired vixen said with a chuckle, now waving me off.
Christina had moved into space communications two years back when she married Tom, a higher-up in space relations. She had raved about it ever since. Of course, Christina was a big proprietor of change because change, to her, always meant something good. A new career, the beginning of her marriage, of children, and homes by the ocean.
My experience of change wasn’t for a new start as much as it was a virtual life-explosion with me left alone, picking up the pieces.
I exhaled a full sigh through my nostrils, causing a burning wind to course through my body. The ship stopped, and through the window, we could see a vague, small light in the near distance.
“That’s them,” Christina said and immediately stood from her seat, all business. “They said they were sending their diplomat out to us. We’ll chit-chat in here, and then they’ll take us down to the Westfall region.”
“That’s where the big… hole-err,” my voice lilted, and I raised an unsure brow to my friend. “The… the caves are?”
She nodded. “They call it the Octantis Colony.”
“Right,” I nodded. “Right.”
Christina’s eyes darted easily to mine as we heard a quick rap-tap-tap on the outside door.
“You ready?” she asked with a lilt in her tone, trying to sound excited but unable to shield the slight nerves that crawled through her.
“Yeah, let’s go,” I said with a tone that didn't reveal whether I was looking forward to our new adventure or not.
I didn’t want her to know, but I was nervous. I had been doing missions like these for five years, ever since I turned twenty-one, but none of the creatures I met were ever part Dragon.
I just wanted to know what they looked like. Were they human-sized? Did they have wings? What did they smell like and feel like? I knew that once I could answer these questions, I would be just fine. Or, at least a little more settled than before.
Christina unlatched the heavy door to the outside world, and my mouth gaped. The creature stood up in the doorway, illuminated by the blinding white lights of our ship. He squinted at us at first, probably unfamiliar with such bright light after years of living under the shade of night.
Stupidly, I breathed an audible inhale at the sight of him. He was nearly seven-feet-tall with fire-red hair that shot out like a mane. His eyes were pale yellow with long slits for pupils. The man had dark skin with snake-like scales that cascaded a shimmering red throughout his body. He wore a heavy cloak and reached his hand to me directly.
“Greetings,” he said and didn't wait for me to slip my hand into his before pulling his clawed fingers away.
It was as though he'd only been taught half of our human-gesture. I wanted to tell him that a handshake usually required two hands to actually... well, shake. But I thought better of it. Probably not the friendliest way for me to start off our peace talks.
“Greetings,” I nodded and exchanged uneasy eye-contact with Christina.
Christina smiled at him, but I could tell she was shocked. Someone had made a sketch of the creatures before we arrived; the kind of crudely drawn caricature you'd see on a cocktail napkin written in lipstick as some sleazy bar. But nothing compared to the real thing.
My partner looked behind the red shifter at the door behind him. She asked unsurely and then finally said, “You don't have an associate with you?”
“He's back on our rover,” he replied quietly.
“How come?” Christina asked.
He looked at us quizzically then, like he hadn't anticipated us questioning him and I immediately became unnerved.
“We thought there would be an escort,” he said without missing a beat. His slit eyes roved about the room with a quiet calculation, and he continued, “Don't you have a security team with you?”
I swallowed. He wanted us to provide security? I almost snorted. Surely a bunch of humans on foreign terrain would be better security than a half-man, half-beast.
“We have a few downstairs,” I lied. In truth, they were out surveying the land. We hadn't expected to run into the representatives so soon. It was only myself, Christina, and a blonde girl named Elizabeth, who we all called Libby.
“Ah,” he said. “Well, my name is Tesyduss, and I'm the one you'll be speaking with about Earth negotiations. Shall we get started?”
“Sure,” I offered.
Christina and I sandwiched the man between us as we walked down the sleek corridors to the only thing close to a boardroom our ship had. We sat at a long built-in desk, and I pulled out an electronic notepad that contained our agreement.
“Coffee?” I asked and immediately my face flushed at the idiocy of it. This guy probably had no idea what coffee was.
The red shifter blinked and then gave a genuine shrug. “Alright.”
Christina brought the instant cup to him and provided the complimentary cream and sugar packets on a saucer next to the mug. Tesyduss looked down at it fondly and thumbed the sugar between his thumb and forefinger. He instinctively ripped the package open and poured it into the black liquid.
“This,” he said, taking a dramatic pause for emphasis as he pointed down toward the mug. “Is amazing.”
Christina smiled, looking pleased with herself before the red shifter leaned forward on the table, staring down into his cup in wonder.
“We commend you on your frontline battles here on Dobromia. I don't know if you're aware, but your army has been helping defend our planet against predators in the meantime,” the shifter
explained.
“We've heard the reports,” I smiled politely, looking down at the documents in front of me. “I hope by now you have a better grasp on your feelings about our alliance?
“Yes, of course. We are ready to go ahead with it.”
“Great,” I said with a quick breath. “I know your...” I referenced the paper and felt my hand begin to shake a little, “your D'Karr had a few issues with our alliance that's had us stalled for a little while.”
“Hmm,” he grunted.
“So, there are a couple bullet points here that I'm sure you've gone over by now,” I said mindlessly, the same way I had done for years now. “Earth requires complete peace between our planets; that's a given. We will supply you technology and artificial light and promise to have Dobromia growing food within a five-year timespan. In the meantime, we'll take groups of Weredragon refugees to the Earth in groups of...”
My mind wandered, and I looked up at him. Suddenly, it occurred to me that I hadn't heard so much as a festive interjection or a subtle 'okay' from him since I started speaking. He wasn't even looking at the document in front of him. He was just looking around nervously, inspecting our ship.
I felt a sudden change in his demeanor as we heard footsteps on the floor above us. Heavy footsteps.
“Everything alright?” the red shifter asked slyly, flicking his wings back and slapping the tips of them against his chair uneasily.
“Funny,” I said, my hand now reaching for the laser pistol at my side. “I was just about to ask the same thing.”
Christina had the knuckle of her pointer finger embedded firmly between her teeth as the tension in the room rose. The shifter and I locked eyes, and a smile crept up the side of his lips. “That must be your associate,” she said nervously and went to the door.
“Christina,” I warned, and she looked at me seriously then.
“What?” she asked, sounding childlike.
I cocked my head to the side as if to say ‘no’ and Christina turned on her heel before her eyes darted skyward at the commotion above us.
I could hear Libby's screams from the floor above, her body being dragged down the staircase as another shifter came in from the airlock. I grit my teeth and the red shifter and I began a battle of the eyes. He glared at me and then exhaled a slow breath.