The Fae World: Jaromir: Creating the Dragons
What happened in Aeron’s story from Jaromir’s point of view.
The voices of the other dragons were impossible to ignore, even though Jaromir knew he had to focus on the fae who surrounded him. If he was going to convince them it was in their best interest to create his people their own bodies he had to use all the skills with diplomacy he had available to him. After spending time within a jar he’d begun to get to know who was working on his body and what job each of them did, so he’d always known that Enna was going to say whatever she thought would save her skin. Malina, the quiet recorder, had surprised him, and he was grateful that someone really was trying to think of a way to deal with the problems they were having, even though he was sure she was only helping because she was scared of him.
“Thank you,” Jaromir said, smiling with relief. “You may be the first to swear your oath to me.”
Malina nodded, the fear in her eyes becoming more obvious as the choice she was going to have to make was going to change her life, but Jaromir didn’t know what else he could do. “If I am to swear an oath I’ll need your name.”
“It’s Jaromir.”
Breathing deeply Malina knelt in front of him. “No, we’re not doing this,” Enna said, her voice harsh, making Malina jump. “We follow the orders of our Queen and no one else, especially not a creature we’ve just made.”
‘You need to stop her, Jaromir,’ his main adviser growled, anger filling Garth’s mental voice. “If she has her way we’re never going to have bodies.”
‘Calm down,’ Jaromir commanded. ‘I’m not going to let her leave any of you in those jars, but I have to do this my way.’
‘With all respect, your majesty, it’s obvious to us that your way isn’t working.’ Shamira sounded just as angry as Garth. ‘What right do these creatures think they have to play with us like this?’
Before Jaromir had a chance to say anything more he felt the sensation of one of his Dragons shoving his awareness aside. “You have a choice,” Shamira replied, using Jaromir’s voice. “Swear your oath to me or die.”
‘Seriously, Shamira?’
‘I refuse to stay in that jar, Jaromir.’
‘Forcing them into a corner isn’t going to make them do what you want them to. It will make them fight harder, because they have sworn an oath and they’re doing what they believe is right by that oath. We don’t matter to them, even though they created us.’
Jaromir gently pushed Shamira back into her jar. ‘You should have taken over Enna,’ Garth said.
‘Enna’s too connected to her body. The only reason I could take over Jaromir is because he isn’t fully connected to that body yet and I doubt I’ll be able to do it again.’ Shamira sighed. ‘If I could take over Enna I would. She’s the only reason we’re still in these jars.’
“We made you,” Enna said, sounding as though she couldn’t believe what Jaromir had just threatened and he wished he’d been able to stop Shamira from doing something so stupid.
Quickly, Jaromir tried to work out how to go along with what Shamira had forced upon him without scaring the fae, especially Malina, even more. “True, and I am grateful to you for that. Under any other circumstances I would let you survive, but I know that, because of your oath, you’ll go straight to your Queen to tell her what’s happening, which is something that I really think I’d rather not let happen.” Jaromir glanced at the jars that held the spirits of the other Dragons. “I want you to finish creating my race.”
“I know.” Enna ran a hand through her hair. “The Queen, when she finds out about you, is probably going to put an end to this experiment, but I might be able to convince her that we should continue.”
‘She’s doing it again,’ Garth muttered. ‘Does she really think that we’re going to believe her when it’s obvious she doesn’t want to continue creating our bodies either?’
‘I think she does,’ Jaromir replied, hoping he was keeping his feelings, and the conversation he was having with the other Dragons, from the fae. ‘Enna wants to survive, Garth, and she’ll say anything if she thinks I might buy it. She doesn’t know that we’ve been watching her ever since they created us.’
“What do you think?” Jaromir asked the still kneeling Malina, making her jump a second time.
“When the Queen finds out about you it seems unlikely that anyone will be able to convince her that we should continue the experiment, because you’re unexpected and she really doesn’t like the unexpected. If you swear an oath to her and serve her faithfully she might change her mind in the future, but I can’t see it happening any time soon.”
“Your honesty is appreciated.” Jaromir looked at the jars again before turning back to Enna. “I will not ever swear an oath to your Queen. I’m a King in my own right and my people are sitting there.” He shook his head. “I need to do what’s best for them, not what’s best for you, no matter how much I appreciate the hard work you did to create my spirit and body.” Both Shamira and Enna had left him with very little choice, for different reasons, and trying not to show how much he hated what he was doing he finished with something he never thought he’d say. “Swear an oath to me or die.”
‘Thank you, your majesty,’ S said, her respect for him returned once she thought he was doing the right thing. ‘We only need a couple of them to make our bodies, so it’s not exactly a problem is Enna chooses to die rather than swear the oath.’
‘If you deserve to live then so does she. I know you’re angry with her, but that doesn’t mean she should die simply because she’s doing what she truly believes is the right thing to do.’ Jaromir didn’t hide his feelings from his people. ‘Think about this logically. As there are only six of us we’re going to need to fae if we want to reproduce.’
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.