• That should be me.

    This one thought licked up in Damion’s head and spread rapidly as he found more and more justifications that it should be him standing by Ava Cautia and not that sorry excuse for a man. Jack Winthrop was the luckiest man in the world to even be near to her. This said, Damion sent an earthquake in their direction in order to separate them. The ground trembled beneath his power and split open, creating a chasm between the two.
    “Jack!” The words jumped from her mouth and surrounded the air around Damion; her sweet voice was dirtied by that indecent boy’s name.

    That should be me. I should be the one she calls out to with such anxiety.

    Jack probably hadn’t even heard the worry in her voice, he was sort of preoccupied with dragon that was about to burn him to a crisp. The sword in his hand was shaking violently; his shield had clattered into the abyss between him and Ava. Damion could have saved him, but why would he? This was what he wanted, an end to this irritation by the name of Jack. Damion’s plan was to court Ava after the death of her current … companion. He was going to comfort her in her time of need. She would accept him, of course, for she had no idea that Damion himself was responsible for Jack’s death. Yes, the plan would work quite well.

    Then, a burst of light. A blinding flame. Jack’s end.

    As the smoke cleared a silhouetted figure stood before the shadow of the dragon.

    Jack.

    Damion burned with ferocity, his hatred was hotter than two suns. Jack was alive, badly burnt, but alive. Jack had fallen to his knees, the severed head of the dragon before him. Ava called to him, fervor pouring from her tone. She was worried about his injuries but so very glad he was alive, and the fact that he just killed a dragon in order to protect her probably only made her love him more.

    That should be me.

    The winds howled and the sky thundered. “Enjoy this small victory, for you shall surely go through the deepest depths of hell once I’m through with you.” Damion growled, no one could hear him of course, but the threat left a dark atmosphere hovering in the air. He spun on his heel and walked away from the scene, disappearing in a cloud of dust.