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~°Even after they pass, the ones you cherish can truly guide you°~

Qahnariin walked down the hallway, footsteps echoing through the long passages of the palace she was in, the space large enough for two dragons to walk though side-by-side and have plenty of space. The stylish red cloak she wore dragged out behind her, matching the red banners draping the stone walls every few meters. Each had the golden emblem of the Eastern Wyvergon kingdom. It was a dragon with talons gripping it tightly, meaning to show strength. Though, Qahnariin's vision of it was a mother's claws trapping her hatchling. But maybe that was just her.
Once--a very long time ago-- the familiar scenery would have been calming. But it was far from that now. She wasn't a child sheltering under her mother's wing like a lost soul. She was independent and strong now.
Strong enough to take what should've been hers a long time ago.

Qahnariin entered the throne room where her mother was. It was much more massive than the hallways she had passed through to get here. This open area could hold about twenty full grown dragons who spread their wings out in it. How perfect.
The crimson haired Wyvergon watched her Queen with a stern, golden gaze as her queen put on a twisted grin.
"What do you need my dear?" Queen Nidfrolaaz chuckled ever so softly, adjusting the spiky crown on her head.
Dear? How dare that woman call her such a thing. This made Qahnariin want to hurt someone, but she saved it. She'd soon get her chance to pay back for all the times she felt insulted or babied by this pitiful excuse for a parent.
Qahnariin forced a small smile. "I was just wanting to visit you. I have something important i wish to share with you, Nid."
The Queen looked quite astonished, but almost instantly hid it, tucking a lock of black hair behind her ear. Qahnariin wished the old hag's hair would just turn gray and shrivelled, showing how old the woman really way.
"Very well..." The Queen said carefully.
Qahnariin clenched her fists, feeling her nails dig into her smooth palms. She took a deep breath.
I'm ready for this. She told herself firmly.
"Queen Nidfrolaaz of the Eastern Kingdom. I, Qahnariin, well ready and only heir to the Wyvergon throne, challenge you to a Royal Grah."
((A Royal Grah is a fight between a ready heir and the current Queen to decide who is going to be the ruler. The Grah is a fight to the death))

Nid stared at her daughter with a frosty anger. The Queen had suspected that was the reason her daughter had returned suddenly after so many years of unexplained absense.
The old Wyvergon was torn. Qahnariin was her only hatchling, but she wasn't quite done with her reign over her lands just yet.
"FOOL!" Nidfrolaaz hissed, shifting into her dragon and leaping off the throne at her daughter.
Qahnariin was hardly caught off guard, shifting instantly and leaping out of the way.
Mother and daughter could never seem so different.
Nidfrolaaz was an ice base Wyvergon, with eyes to show it. Her scales were midnight black rippled with different shades of blue, varying from navy to icy. Thick black horns and spikes dotted her body, giving her a more threatening look.
Qahnariin, though, was a harbinger of fire, resulting in golden eyes and a more warm color set.
Orange-red scales with a few gold stained flecks dotted her neck and wings. Instead of the spikey look, she had frills on her head and back, narrowing to nothing on her whip like tail.
Qahnariin let out a challenging roar, lunging at her mother as soon as her talons had hit the stone floor.
Nid's old body made it harder to keep up with younger agility, so she couldn't dodge.
Instead, the Queen snarled and shot out a breath of frost.
Qahnariin met it with scorching hot flames, causing a wave of steam once the two cancelled eachother out. She used this as cover as she bashed into her Queen, knocking her off her feet.
Nidfrolaaz snarled and slashed at her daughter, lashing her spiked tail around wildly.
Some guards burst into the room at the sound of the fighting, but didn't intervene. They could tell that it was a Royal Grah just by taking a glance.
Qahnariin winced as some of her scaled were ripped off her thigh and fore arms. She spread her wings and lifted up into the air, shooting a jet of flames down at her enemy.
But, the Queen was light on her feet surprisingly, and manadged to get into the air as well, tackling her daughter from the sky.
Qahnariin let out a roar of pain as her back and wings were smashed roughly into the palace stone floors, breaking it by a good amount.
The Wyvergon princess got a hold of herself quickly and blasted fire as hot as she could muster.
Nid hissed in fury as she scrambled backwards. The flames had caught her eyes, burning them beyond repair.
Her mother's distraction allowed Qahnariin to get back on her feet. She had an advantage now, but knew she shouldn't get cocky. Her enemy was still fierce and dangerous even when blinded.
But Qahnariin's will was stronger. She snarled and lunged forward, sinking her long fangs into Queen Nidfrolaaz's throat.
Crimson blood gushed out of the room as teeth pierced scale and flesh.
Qahnariin's mother clawed weakly at her daughter, coughing and choking on her blood until her arms dropped down, talons no longer harmful to the firey Wyvergon.
Qahnariin didn't let go until the spasms stopped, her mother's body giving a sickening thud as it hit the ground.
The new Queen shifted back into her human form after Nidfrolaaz's carcass did, not even bothering to wipe the blood from her face.
Qahnariin glanced at her guards, who were now staring in shock, then walked over to her new throne, plucking the crown off her mother's head as she passed.
"Clean this mess up." she ordered as she seated on her throne.
The guards fearfully did as told, probably thinking she'd kill them too.
But that didn't matter right now to Qahn. She was finally Queen and her mother was dead. She couldn't feel more relieved.
Guilt was gripping her heart like sharp talons.
She knew she shouldn't have fought the past Queen... Not when she was pregnant.
But she couldn't allow her future child to be born in a world with Nidfrolaaz as the ruler of the Eastern Kingdom.
Queen Qahnariin sighed and placed the spikey crown atop her head.
Thank you, Asher, for giving me the strength to defeat the evil in my home. I couldn't have done it without you...