Introducing Draco Vaolcris...excuse me while a get a glass of ice water to cool myself off ^_^

Glass shattered on the floor, the tangy crimson liquid spilling out onto the white fur carpet of the beige candlelit room. Sunlight, amber and bright, spilled into the room, glistening on the crafted steel of a katana sword that laid still on the table.

"Sorry, master. It was never my intention." The girl, as young as sixteen with midnight long hair that complimented the paleness of her moonlight skin and her indigo eyes bowed deeply, the material of her dark-hued skirt kissing the floor.

Dark cerulean eyes mixed with emerald and ringed with a ruby circle stared at the girl, his fingers tapping on the curved hand of the throne he sat on. His legs were crossed over one another, a book cradled in his lap.

A dark cloak, almost as black as the night draped to the carpeted floor, the front held together by a handcrafted golden barrette in the middle of the cloak

Pursing his lips together, he simply nodded his head. "Mistakes happen Delia. Just fetch me another one please" he requested, his fingers curling around a pen. "And clean up this mess."

The girl simply nodded, using her fingers to curl a strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Yes, master. I will do so" she uttered quietly to him, bowing once again before turning around and making her way towards the gold double doors that led to the barely lit hallways.

He watched her with careful eyes, tracking her every move as the young girl curled her fingers around the hem of her skirt, running through the narrow crack of the doors before disappearing down the crook of the hallway.

Just as she disappeared around the corner, another figure came through the door, confident strides with a cocky smile on her face. "You'll have that poor girl sweating through her skirt if you don't stop your smoldering."

"I don't smolder, Yongui" Draco rebuttled.

 She raised a brow, shaking her head. "Yes, you do."

Letting a sigh escape his lips, Draco Vaolcris lifted his head to see the door close, watching as the lock turned, hearing the click of the door come into place.

Yongui made herself comfortable at his desk, pouring herself the last of his wine, smelling the honey-lemon scent before she took a sip, wincing at the strong aftertaste. 

"Are you done for the day?" she asked, watching as he paced back and forth. 

Raking his fingers through his own hair, he casted his gaze down to the book in front of him, scribbles of dark lettering scattered across the pages. Words that were written in ancient languages that he had mastered to read and speak fluently met his vision, circling around his mind until the mere thought of them left a headache throbbing in his head.

"There is always tomorrow to complete today's work" he whispered to himself, his hands pushing the paper in front of him in between the pages of the book before letting the book close, pages covering the papers.

Lifting himself off his throne - as he liked to call it - he headed over to the tall structure that was his table, dark wood polished to perfection twinkling in the sunlight as he set the book down. The pen twirling around his long fingers fell between his grasp, clattering to the wooden surface.

"How do we find ourselves in these situations, Yongui?" he asked, looking up to meet her gaze. She frowned, pondering on his question. 

"I've been alive for too long to not have the answer" she replied, taking another sip of wine. "When you find the answer, dear friend, you tell me."

Draco himself surveyed the table in front of him, taking in the numerous books that were scattered on the wide surface in an unpredictable manner, candle flames flickering before dying from the night before, and the thin coating of dust whispering against the surface of the silver detailing of the table.

Fat beams of sunlight were spilling into his hall through the thick scarlet shades, turning the dark beige walls into a light creme and glistening upon the dark steel of the katana sword that laid still on the table.

His stay at his estate on the richer, more capable side of Serius has been too pleasant for him. The quietness was unbearable, even hearing the songs that the wild birds chirped in the morning air enough to make him want to slit his ears off.

The quietness was too unfamiliar for Draco, who himself was used to hearing the cries of civilians at his feet as he pried their still-beating hearts out of their chest and crushing their ribcage until clean bone split through skin.

The quietness was too kind to him, knowing himself well that the deafening sounds of the outside world were what usually accompanied him. The quietness was too bright, too blinding even in the early hours of dawn where sunbeams would slither their way inside his chamber.

It was too safe, too sure.

And he wanted more than anything to go back to his home where darkness welcomed him and the outside world embraced his soul with the piercing sounds of whatever was surrounding him.

He wanted to feel free, to fly. But Draco himself knew what he was signing himself up to when he had instructed one of his trustworthy hybrids, Castrin Madarlon to keep an eye out on Alesandria Erovex.

Truth be told, he had been interested in the rumored Mind Siphon for a while, knowing she was in the crossfire of many tribes who wanted to use her to their advantage. Yet he knew he couldn't spy on her by himself.

Besides, Castrin was an easy person to bond with. He was certain he would have no trouble bonding with the girl.

But that didn't mean he enjoyed staying at the unusually quiet estate for a year now.

Moving away from the window, Draco took one look at his dark cloak, noticing the ruby stains from the wine he drank earlier seep into the material and how his shirt underneath felt too soiled from the blazing heat of the room.

Unclasping the gold barrette in the middle of his cloak, he let it fall to the floor, his fingers curling around the neck of his shirt as he pulled it up and over his head, the material dangling from his fingertips.

"Draco, I love you, but I will not stand here and watch you change in front of me" Yongui hissed, turning away. He chuckled, kissing his teeth with a slight click of his lips. 

"Get over it, Yongui. You're even lucky to see me like this. All vulnerable to your dispose" he replied, giving her a quick side-eye. She chuckled, finishing the wine. 

Stars and dust glistened around his bare back, revealing the dark tattoo that encrypted his back to hide the nine long marks that marked his flesh, the shortest one starting from his shoulder blade and stopping around his upper back.

Black and red feathers and bones pushed through his wounded skin with ease, weaving themselves quickly as individual feathers became braided themselves to make wings, hiding the bone underneath them that held them together.

The stars and dust on his back coated the black feathers of his wings, intertwining themselves into beautiful designs that rested on the delicate surface of each feather. Horns, curved and sharpened rose at the tips of his great wings, glinted underneath the sunlight. His wings stretched far and wide, brushing against the floor as he gave them flapped them once, relishing in the strong wind they produced.

Reaching down and retrieving his cloak, he walked across the hall of the room to the small makeshift dresser that sat still in the back corner of the room. The copper dusted doorknobs glistened with rose gold rhinestones, the carvings of flowers decorating the doors of the dresser.

Gently, he opened the dresser, letting his fingers run over the material of the shirts and cloaks hanging on delicate hangers that swung from the wooden bar. Letting the clothes in his hand drop inside the dresser, he began sifting through his clothes, his eyes taking in the texture to the color.

The double doors swung open in the middle of his decision-making, Delia walking in with a silver tray holding a fresh glass of homemade wine.

"Master, I have brought your-" Her eyes looked up just as he turned over to her, a midnight blue shirt hanging from his fingertips. Her cheeks flushed red, indigo eyes growing wide as she took in his defined physique and the gorgeousness of his mighty wings. Clearing her throat, she pried her eyes to look down at the floor.

"Master, you're naked!" she shrieked, holding the tray up high to hide her wandering eyes. A curtain of dark hair fell in front of her face, hiding her scarlet cheeks. A laugh bubbled from Draco, letting his hand close the doors of the drawer.

Yongui suppressed her smile, getting up to grab the wine off the tray. "Thank you, Delia and sorry for the show. This man has no shame."

Making his way over to her, wings whispering against the floor and the shirt hanging from the crook of his shoulder. When he reached the young girl, her fingers shaking as she held the tray, he smiled once again.

"I prefer the term indecent" he corrected her, taking the wine from Yongui's hand. Delia's fingers were still shaking as she let the tray fall from her blossoming red face, indigo eyes still concentrated on the floor.

"I should have knocked. How very rude of me" she continued to apologize, reaching up to tuck a strand of long hair behind her ear. "Forgive me, master."

"You did nothing wrong. Don't be so hard on yourself" Draco whispered to her, tilting the glass to his lips and letting the wine pour slowly down his throat. The sour taste made his stomach burn, his skin crawl as he shut his eyes, relishing in the taste of the wine.

He opened his eyes once again to see Delia standing in front of him, the tray now plastered against her stomach, her pale fingers curled around the edge of the tray. Her face was still red, her eyes still straying to anywhere but his face.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked, meeting his gaze. Her innocent face, perfectly carved with the simple beauty of a flower, faced his, her plump bottom lip caught between her pearly teeth.

He shook his head once again, licking his lips clean. "You have done enough for today" he said to her, smiling as he did so. "You can go entertain yourself with whatever that may please you."

The young girl nodded once more, letting her eyes trail to the defined muscles of his chest. Her cheeks lit red once more, her gaze dropping to the floor as she cleared her throat once more.

Her nimble fingers tapped alongside the tray, her body retreating from his. "Of course. I will get a towel to clean the mess on the floor then start making lunch" she uttered to no one in particular, letting her body retreat from his in quiet steps.

Another laugh slipped from his lips as he watched her with entertainment, taking a few steps away from her before making his way across the room. "I said entertain yourself Delia."

"It is entertainment" she retorted back, a smile slipping on her plump lips. "Entertainment to me."

The two magical beings shared a laugh in the silent room, not another sound to be heard.

Holding the cup between his lips by his teeth, Draco pulled the shirt over his head, covering his defined physique. His wings disappeared, retrieving back to their original place as they cocooned themselves back into his body and disappeared. His hands wrapped around the wine glass once more, his feet ready to walk his body out of the rather suffocating room.

His eyes didn't linger around the table, his gaze meeting nothing but the door and Yongui's figure walking towards it. Yet his senses told him to turn around, to let his eyes gaze upon the table.

And when he did so, he was surprised to see a letter rolled up and held together by a ribbon sitting on top of one of his books, dust and stars surrounding it in a dark cloud.

"Well, that's no surprise" he whispered to himself walking over to the table to retrieve the letter. The door slammed shut, indicating Yongui's exit when he let his fingers grasp hold of the letter, his eyes trailing along the beige paper.

The paper seemed blank, untainted except for a name elegantly printed in a curvy font along the front side of the letter. Castrin Madarlon.

"Finally" Draco whispered to himself, letting his fingers unravel the ribbon that held the letter together and allowing the paper to roll out into a long letter. The red ribbon fell to the floor, grazing past his feet.

Holding and drinking the wine from one hand, Draco carefully read the letter, a frown forming on his lips as his dark eyes grazed past every disgusting word his trustworthy hybrid had written to him.

He let himself read on about the recent attack on Alesandria and how her powers were growing out of control, the new intruder that had offered help to discover more about Alesandria's true power and how her family was in danger.

He let himself grow intrigued about the less unfortunate places of Serius and how many townsfolk were struggling to survive every day, selling what they had at the markets to bring back enough food for their family and in return let himself feel remorse about the many others that wouldn't make it through tonight.

Taking another long sip of the wine, it wasn't until he read the last paragraph of the extremely long and detailed letter that his soul seemed to crunch underneath his flesh. His eyes grew wide just reading her name, a frown etching its way on his lips.

Damn it. Curses, bloody curses. What could that silver thorn, heartless bitch want from his trustworthy hybrid now? Didn't she already learn her lesson once a long time ago?

He thought Yagein would think twice before stepping foot into a kingdom where all her possible enemies where. Then again, if she was coming here, it had to be important.

"Curse the bloody gods" he uttered to himself, throwing the letter aside on the floor before devouring his wine. When the sour liquid couldn't quench his thirst, he threw the glass on the floor too out of aggravation, burying his fingers in his hair.

Oh, he was going to get her. He was going to make that heartless bitch think twice if she even thought about hurting Castrin.

The door flew open once again, a concerned Yongui flying through the opened door with a gray towel in one hand a bucket of soapy water in the other. The water splashed on the white tiles of the room, slipping in between cracks on the floor.

"Master, what happened?" she asked, turning her gaze over to the shattered million pieces of the wine glass on the floor. The sun glistened off the fragments, creating a diamond effect that sparkled on the walls.

Draco simply didn't answer her question, pushing himself off the table as he paced back and forth, his head turning and pounding until he could think of nothing more but to pound his head against a wall.

Dark ruby ringed eyes drifted over to the high almost noon sun in the sky, the glass windows shaking with the powerful wind that shook the glass.

"Get the horse ready for travel tonight after dinner is finished, Yongui. I will be heading to the less fortunate parts of Serius" he simply instructed her, not meeting her gaze as he continued looking out into the ever-blue sky.

His gaze stayed there, concentrated on the sky before drifting off to his table, the first glint of the steel blade of the katana sword meeting his eyes.

"Why? Is there an intruder Master?" she simply asked, watching him with fearful eyes as he made his way over to the sword on the table. His fingers grazed past the fearful blade, sharpened with diamonds and made with the blood of the enemies it had shredded apart.

The sword was a monster feared by many when it was created, tossed and handed down to only those who hands were covered in the blood of their victims. Once in the possession of somebody's hand, the weapon wielded nothing but destruction, one of nature's great powers.

The head of the sword was a dragon's head, it's tail intertwined around the head to create a cross where his hands could rest. A dark sapphire gem was embedded in the heart of the sword, the only source that was keeping it from dying.

The katana sword was an assassin, ready to kill.

"No" Draco whispered to her, letting his hands wrap around the dragon's head. "Let's just say someone's head will roll off by the end of the day."

Yagein Washli watched with gray eyes as the Kingdom of Serius materialized into her view, the crystal waves of the sea crashing upon the golden sands of the beaches.

The winds were wild and high today, blowing through her silver locks as her grip on her silver broomstick tightened, her strong legs wrapping themselves around each other.

Behind the SilverClaw Witch was her top coven witches, each gliding upon the wings of the wind with their own specially crafted broomsticks. Alysra, her top coven witch stayed close behind her on her right while the others such as Roxanne stayed on her left. Ivory and Storm trailed behind the eyes at the back of her head.

Together, the five of them glided upon the powerful wind with their silver steeled brooms, their eyes concentrated on the bare sand in front of them that faced the roaring ocean.

No civilians seemed to be around, only the fascinating evergreen emerald forest and the sapphire mountains watching them as they slowed down.

"Witches, prepare for landing. Upon the rocks closest to the shore" Yagein instructed, letting her long nails dig into the neck of her broom. Behind her, Alysra nodded, turning her head to tell the others.

Closing her eyes, the SilverClaw Queen relished in her favorite part of being a witch, when the wind seemed powerful as it pushed her down towards the sandy earth and the ocean seemed more like a song than a roar that echoed in her ear.

It took her back to her days, the days when she was young and youthful and so vigorously burning with power throughout her body, her hair not silvery gray but rather a kissable white against snow. When her skin was free of wrinkles and her eyes with the fire that took over her soul.

She let herself relish, let herself fall until the sandy rocks met the neck of her broom. Then she opened her eyes and the feeling was gone, leaving her with nothing but reality.

Breathing out a frustrated groan, Yagein let herself slip off the neck of her broom, grabbing her ride and slipping it inside her silver dress were leather straps were locked onto her skin.

The broom slipped in with ease, locking in place. Brushing her hands against her gown, the queen turned around to see her fellow witches also slide their brooms down their back, composing themselves to look as mortal as possible.

Roxanne bent down to pick up something she had dropped, a magenta-ruby held by a gold chain containing the last few drops of blood from that dreaded bloodline the queen had saved. "Be careful with the amulet Roxanne" she snarled. "It is precious."

The Amulet of Durvalein. She had kept that amulet close to her after she was certain the child had died, ripping it from her neck and hanging it up in her glass display.

 It was a special amulet that had belonged to her sister, one of the last people who carried that damned bloodline in her bones. It was also the only thing that was compatible with Roxanne's numerous binding spells. 

The amulet was made for the child that the SilverClaw Witch despised. 

The one that was supposed to die a long time, a birthing gift that would be given to the newborn child by Yagein's sister herself.

Simply nodding, Roxanne tucked the amulet back into her cloak's pockets, plastering it to herself. They couldn't afford to lose it. 

It was a powerful amulet, one that contained powers beyond knowledge and the only thing that could be used as some sort of magical guide they could all use. Since the inside of the ruby was filled with the last few drops of blood from that bloodline she so despised, it only glowed when someone of that specific bloodline was near, narrowing their search and making it rather easier. 

Still, she wished the amulet had burned with her sister. 

"Welcome to Serius, my fellow witches" Yagein uttered, curling her hands around her dress as she climbed over the jagged surface of the rocks to meet the sinking, unstable surface of the sand. "A place of darkness, you see.

"And to think this place was a lot more corroded and filthy" Ivory hissed underneath her breath, crossing her arms over her shoulders as she looked up the mountains, her red eyes scouring over the tall peaks.

"And bloodier" Storm added on, dusting off the sand off her satin black skirt. A laugh bubbled from Yagein's lips, a wicked smile pulling on her lips.

"Oh trust me, this kingdom will be bloody by the time we are done with it" she muttered, curling her fingers around her dress as she picked it up, stepping over a rock. She beckoned her witches to follow her as she made her way up the rock shores to a path that led to the forest.

A hush fell over the group, hands and sharp nails clawing at rocky texture as the SilverClaw Witch and her coven of witches climbed their way over a boulder, sharp nails cutting into the rocky inside.

Beyond the boulder was an uphill path that would lead them straight into the forest which would eventually lead them to the great villages in Serius as well. 

Roxanne was the first to break the silence as the group pried their way up tot he top of the boulder. "Your grace, if I may ask, who are we looking for exactly?" she uttered even as the queen herself jumped from the top of the boulder and landed on a dirt path.

"We are looking for that wretched girl's connection" Yagein answered her, waiting as her other fellow witches also fell to the ground on their feet. "If she has connections in this kingdom, we must find them in order to find her."

Her footsteps were quiet as the SilverClaw Queen made her way up the stone path that led to the forest, every her quick feet picking up a pace her fellow witches had to walk faster to keep up. "And what is your connection to this girl?" Alysra asked her as they neared the towering forest. "Why is she so important?"

Yagein didn't stop to think about the question, frowning as raised her hand to push back the locks of hair behind her ear. She herself knew why she couldn't let that girl live. She was a curse and she would ruin everything the great queen herself had ever built.

She would destroy the entire witch community bu just simply being alive.

"Well, all of you seem to be so intrigued about this girl we are so desperately trying to find" Yagein whispered as they finally entered the shrubby entrance of the forest. Dead leaves tickled the skin of her face, branches licking at her skin as they pushed their way through the thorny entrance. "Perhaps you would want to know her name too."

Another silence filled the air, even the forest seeming to hold it's breath. "It would be helpful to know her name. Maybe it would make the search easier" Alysra suggested, casting a look over to her fellow witches who kept their lips sealed.

A laugh left the queen's lips, her gray eyes seeing the first light that spilled into the forest as they finally made their way out of the entrance and into the heart of the emerald beauty. Trees, lush trees with barks made of silver and brown sprouted from the ground to the sky, reaching high up to touch as if to touch the gods above.

Yagein walked over to a white ash tree, resting her hand upon the bark. Her fingers let go of the material of her dress that she held so tightly, the white lace whispering among the rich forest floor.

Gray eyes ringed with charcoal gazed up at one of nature's beautiful creations, her touch dancing on the ageless bark, its leaves pure white and silver and nothing more. Its skin was smooth, which intrigued the queen to know how many rings would be underneath if she were to rip the tree out of its roots and split it in half.

"If I tell you, how would I know that you wouldn't abandon me? That you wouldn't run off to whisper it into the ears of the other witches that roam this damned world?" she asked, her eyes still gazing at the tree. "How will I know to trust you?"

The silence between her words wasn't long, Ivory and Storm sharing a look with Roxanne and Alysra as they took in their queen's words. All four of them knew they would be faithful to their true queen forever, that even death could not break the deadly bond that linked them together.

Yet still, the question held so much heavy truth to it, as if one of them would run off if the truth were to be exposed.

"We are your top coven witches" Ivory informed her queen, crossing her arms over her chest. "You have chosen us to be by your side, to fight for you, and to keep your darkest secrets. We have been serving you for years, your grace."

Her words passed on the tip of her tongue, her gaze traveling over to her other witch friends who simply returned her gaze with a stare, cold and longing as they silently begged her to continue speaking.

"Why would we betray you now?" she finished, raising her brows at the queen even though she couldn't see. "After all these years, why?"

The words that left Ivory's lips were almost comical to Yagein, each word sharpened to a point that seemed to stab at her flesh over and over again. Loyal, these girls were. Loyal, smart, and brave. They have fought for her, through darkness and light, and have never given her one doubt to not trust them hence why they were her coven witches.

Yet still, they were all utterly foolish if they thought they were going to stick with their true queen forever.

"All of you seemed to be so sure that you will stick by me forever" Yagein whispered, her fingers curling around a thick branch, "That you will always fight for me and never abandon me."

The branch broke in her grip, splinters flying into the air as the white ash branch sat still and dead in her grip. The cries of the tree seemed to speak to her, now uneven and jagged from the broken branch.

Violet eyes appeared in the SilverClaw Witches mind. She could see the violet eyes that stared back at her the night she held the newborn in her arms. The way her beautiful face and mad eyes stared at her as if she was a stranger. How locks of white blonde hair fell into her eyes.

"All you need to know is that this girl is the daughter of my dead hybrid sister who cruelly betrayed the family" the queen muttered, staring off into the distance. "This girl is a curse to our kind and she must die before others hear about her."

Finally, when all was said and done, Yagein finally turned back to her witches, her gray eyes locking eyes with her witches. They all stared back at her with curiosity burning in their eyes, a fire that the queen herself hadn't seen in a long time. "Any more questions?"

"What is her name?" Storm asked hesitantly, her voice almost like a whisper. "What is the name of your niece?" The SilverClaw Queen nearly gagged on the reminder of her niece's name, knowing if she even uttered a single word about her name, the forest would set itself on fire.

So instead, she walked over to the group of four witches that stood in front of her, locking eyes with all of them. Then in a tentative whisper, she gently spoke, "Her name is Venixus Eriniya Juqaris Draywin and she must be found and killed."

Taking a breath, she turned around from them, her back facing them and the wind as she looked deeper into the forest, searching for a path, listening for a soul. "Patience my lovely ones, we should get going" she cooed, clutching the branch and letting her eyes admire the lush forests that would soon be nothing but a blood sea. "Soon enough, there will be nothing left of this wicked kingdom."

A/N: And that is the end of another chapter! *cue cool closing credits music*

Sorry I have been MIA for a while. I am horribly sick with a nasty cold all thanks to a last minute snow storm and I just haven't been in the best shape to write.

I got over the writer's block thank god but now my head is killing me from the cold so I had to relax a bit with a nice cup of green tea, some rest, and some books to catch up on and finish. 

I'm feeling slightly better so hopefully, I can update more this week!

But hey, we finally got to meet Draco Vaolcris. So sexy, so muscular, soo dreamy. *swoons* The joys of making characters. 

Nice face, Draco!

He is a very interesting character so I can't wait to get him more involved with the story and see what kind of trouble he stirs up. Let's just say Draco has history...bad history with one of the main characters.

I know...cliffhangers man XD

Yagein is also back in the picture with her plans to talk to Castrin. Emphasis on "talk to Castrin." Trust me, when it comes to Yagein, there is no talking or negotiating with her. It's a one-way street.

Been there, done that. She's such a drama queen but she is a darn good one! *hair flip*

Anyway, I will definitely go back and edit this chapter but for now, this satisfies me! 

Before I forget anything a special dedication and shout out to winterinheaven who created the gorgeous new cover for The Catalyst Oath(or TCO) IT'S GORGEOUS!

Thank you guys for all your constant support. It means so much to me that you enjoy this book. I enjoy writing it and to hear your feedback always makes my day!

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Until next time Lovelies!

With love, May