Chapter 90 90 - Last Wish, Will You Really Strip Me Of This Choice?
Quarelling with the young master had put Roselia in an extremely foul mood, and thus to soothe her heart, she was making her way to meet her brother. All the way to the ice-sealed door, the only thought in her mind was why she was even there, trying to adhere to a bind that could easily end with her.
'The last Frost, if he dies the bind ends, but then…' Biting her lips in frustration, she looked forward at the dragon seal that was the cause of all her problems. 'Stupid Klain, I don't know if I can hold onto my rage for much longer.'
The moment she approached the seal, she wasted not a single second before defrosting the ice that kept it shut. Although the seal was fickle and was broken easily by the hands of a fire dragon, its real effects only kicked in against enemies having the same nature as the seal of ice.
"Klianstein? Are you awake?" Pushing the door open, she stepped right in.
Her voice echoing through the dark room earned sharp screeches from the bats living by the dark ceiling. Slowly, as she moved further inside, the sound of her heels resounded with a bang.
"It's me…" she called, letting her brother know that there was no reason to be alarmed.
'As if it's ever anyone else.' She thought.
Holding open her palm, she created a fireball in her hand to navigate through the dank place. However, the light illuminated her path, she no longer had any real need to move further into the frost dragon prison. Laying grumbling in front of her eyes was the giant head of the dragon she was looking for.
"Jeez, you scared me," she grunted before a crescent smile took over her lips.
"GHhhh," Growled Klian, the frost dragon.
Pulling his head up, he stretched his body making a few of his ice-like scales fall off on the ground. Peering up, he tilted his long neck left and right before letting out a deafening roar to clear the frozen air in his throat.
"Haaaaa," letting out a sigh, he glanced down at his smiling big sister. "It's been a while has it not?"
"It sure has," Moving closer to his cold body, Roselia pressed her head against his creaking heart. "As cold as always, aren't you?"
"I wouldn't be so certain," settling down once again, he gently pushed her away with his dark horns. "These chains…they've grown heavier, I feel."
"Shut up…" Knowing exactly what he was trying to say, Roselia tried to hush him from speaking out the truth. "It's just a matter of a century and you'll be free to go, and so will I!"
Trying to escape reality, she kept her eyes closed and tried to wonder exactly what being free again would look like. However, as Klian's tail moved around clanking the accursed chains binding him into the room, she was once again reminded of the bitter truth.
"That's a century too long for me, Roselia," huffing out a blizzardic gust through his nostrils, Klain crossed his arms on the ground and nuzzled in between them.
"You don't know that…" Her eyes still closed shut, she wrapped her hands around his sharp scaly arm. "Don't say that you idiot, it's not going to happen, we're gonna fly out of this damned place together when the curse binding us to the Frosts finally weakens enough for us to break."
Uttering not a word more, Klain simply kept his head low and grumbled. Roselia, although a bit reluctant knew what was going on, but clinging on to the possibility of escape she begged her brother to continue on struggling.
"Please, just a while longer!" Tightening her grip around him, she could feel his scales digging into her human form. "I don't wanna lose you, not now, not ever…"
Swept with tears strolling down her face, she could feel under him, the short breaths by her brother getting even shorter. And although his scales were drawing blood from her body, physical pain was not even the least of her concern.
"How's…your favorite child Tiara? Ahaha," his eyes still closed, Klian tried to soothe her sister's heart. "You should go meet them once I'm no longer a prisoner to this body."
"Hold on! Please!" Hiccupping and she wept from the very thought of losing her brother, she strengthened her grasp further. "For me! For your nieces and nephews! They've always wanted to see you-"
"Roselia…" gently brushing her off of his hand, he first prevented her from hurting herself further. Peering at her with a frail smile, he wiped her blood with one of his fingers. However, the moment he touched her, all the blood froze up before falling to the ground and shattering entirely. "As a dragon of frost, you are bound to lose me before I would ever lose you."
"I know but!" Despite knowing full well that the lifespan of a fire dragon exceeded the lifespan of frost dragons by centuries, Roselia wasn't willing to let go of her brother.
"Will you really strip me of my last choice, Roselia?" Uttering those words, Klain took Roselia by shock. "It's nothing but a stroke of luck that you arrived here today, and even if you convince me to hold on, I can't promise to be here when you come back to meet me again."
Stumped, and left speechless, Rose's mind was rushing with revelation. So far with every visit she'd convinced herself that she and her brother will be fine so long as she abided by the terms put forth by the primordial Frost. But now, with a real sense of losing her brother, she'd finally come to realize the true nature of the situation.
'He can't die, I won't let him. There must be some way…' Her eyes jittering, and her body shaking from the ominous thoughts, she searched for any answer that would let her brother escape death even momentarily.
"I don't care…I'll break the bond, I don't care!" Chatting the same thing again and again, she glanced back into her brother's eyes. "I'll kill him! I'll kill him, the last Frost child, if he's dead then there's no master to the cursed bond!"
Glaring back at his sister with frowned eyes, Klian knew his words were about to fall on deaf ears.
"If he dies-"
"I know what killing him entails, but you'll be free and that's all I care about right now!" Watching as the once-lost flame in Roselia's eyes returned, Klian knew he had no choice but to witness the fruitless massacre.