Natalia Yacobson

Dame Dragon


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me Dragon

      Natalia Yacobson

      Translator Natalia Lilienthal

      © Natalia Yacobson, 2023

      © Natalia Lilienthal, translation, 2023

      ISBN 978-5-0060-6452-2

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      Magic evidence

      From the writings of Edwin, emperor of all magical creatures and lord of the Dragon Empire

      Lady Camilla’s bloodstained earrings lay on the table in front of me. The large diamonds glittered dimly under the blood that had not yet set. It was strange how two exquisite pieces of jewelry that had once been so admired could now provoke horror. No one wished to keep them. They were brought to me. I remembered perfectly the day I had seen them still in the ears of their rightful owner. She was a charming woman: delicate and graceful. Expensive jewelry suited her very well. And she was justifiably proud of it. Especially she was proud of those earrings. Not only because of their beauty and cost, but also because of some long history associated with them. Rumor had it that they were made for her by an unearthly jeweler at the request of a lover… It was a very romantic story with a touch of magic.

      And now a dragon’s claws have ripped those earrings from her ears. Not my claws!

      I sat and stared at the shimmering jewels for a long time. Somehow the blood on them seemed to me even more tempting than the diamonds themselves. I vividly pictured the sharp claws, each larger than a large mace, reaching up to Camilla’s horrified face, scratching her cheeks and greedily tearing the gold pendants right out of her flesh. I’ve always marveled at the custom of women piercing their ears to insert the hooks of earrings directly into living flesh. Why was the torture? The shiny pendants were begging for someone to rip them right out of their earlobes along with the blood and flesh. And someone did. Only this time, it wasn’t me. But hadn’t I done the same thing myself in the past?

      The jewels that glittered enticingly on the necks and ears of ladies often attracted me. Perhaps even more than women’s beauty can attract me. Sometimes, I seduced only to turn into a dragon, snatch the jewelry and fly away, leaving the victim only a lot of scars in the places where rubies or sapphires were shining before. Not that I was greedy, but the glitter of gems suddenly captivated me and I acted on instinct.

      And then someone else began to repeat my actions.

      Another dragon!

      How long it had been since the others had been seen or heard of. Even the rumors of them had lost their relevance. And then a half-crazed woman with a burnt face swore before she died that a dragon breathed on her face.

      Rumors immediately spread through the neighborhood. Those who knew me knew perfectly well it wasn’t me. First of all, I didn’t care about Lady Camilla and her meager wealth. Secondly, I hadn’t been out of the castle for days. I had a country to run. And now I had a rival. It was a creature as strong as I was, but out of my control. It struck a direct blow – made known. I had to do something about it.

      When my subjects brought me the bloody earrings, they were only warning me against inaction. It wasn’t the earrings themselves; the problem was the creature that had begun to act in the same ways I had. And, apparently, it possessed the same powers I did. Recently, it had begun to raid without separating human settlements from the habitats of the super beings. In addition to the dead, there were many disgruntled and injured. Everyone expected me to do something about it.

      But for some reason, I was strangely indifferent. I looked at the fresh blood scarlet on my earrings and felt a bit hypnotized. Perhaps the dragon, unknown to me, had done the right thing. It was high time to instill fear in both humans and non-humans. It had been so long since I had committed any atrocities.

      The earrings torn from the dead woman’s ears seemed like an act of justice to me, too. She had no right to wear them. They were indeed made by an unearthly master. Now that the blood had begun to soak into the surface of the stones, I noticed it too, as others had noticed and gossiped before. No reason to spread unnecessary gossip about us across the land. There are plenty of curious ones already.

      In fact, I needed to think about how to capture and subdue another dragon. But I was in no hurry to set spells and snares. A girl I’d never seen before persisted in my mind. Half of her face was covered vertically by a patterned mask. Her eyes were like gems implanted in flesh. Her appearance superseded all other thoughts.

      Like a ghost, she flickered beside me every time I was alone in the darkness, alone with the sparks of the fire dying out in the fireplace. She seemed as capable as I was of breathing fire and lighting a sorcerer’s flame right on the coals.

      She would have loved the trophy that now lay before me. And the sight of blood on the jewelry would captivate her, not frighten her. On a sudden impulse, I leaned over the tabletop and licked the blood off the earrings. After all this time, it hadn’t clotted yet, but it wasn’t warm anymore. It wasn’t much, but the familiar taste made the beast in me wake up again.

      Predictions

      Rose and I parted ways for good. She had settled into her Black Magnolia Manor somewhere in the meanest corner of the human world, I had stayed in the Magic Empire, and I could consider myself a happy bachelor. Outwardly, I was very handsome and young, and I knew I would never age a year. I could choose whoever I wanted to keep me company, but I had grown accustomed to solitude. It did not prevent me from enjoying life; on the contrary, in the absence of an all-consuming love for one object, everything around me seemed to become more beautiful. I lay in the fields of hops and lazily watched the leprechauns milling about in the thickets. They were hiding or looking for gold. I had more than I could count. And if we talk about romantic pursuits, Rose is not the only beauty in the whole world. I’ve recently begun to notice far more beautiful fairies than her in my Empire. I wonder where they used to be. Probably right under my nose, I was just too blind and obsessed with one person to pay attention to anyone else. Falling in love blinds people and even creatures like me. It makes one person seem more beautiful and desirable than all the other creatures in the universe. It’s just self-deception, like witchcraft.

      I used to be stupefied like all those creatures. They fell asleep in the fields of this hop. A couple of leprechauns, regardless of the danger, sneezed at the pungent odor and began to fall asleep right beneath the soles of my boots. One dozed right under my palm between my fingers. I squeezed it in my fist, but it didn’t even squeak, except to snort. Yeah, the hops in my fields are pretty stupefying. If a village fool had been lucky enough to come here, he could have easily caught the leprechaun and claimed his treasure, if he had not fallen asleep earlier.

      I was only slightly intoxicated by the stupefying aroma, and that was only because I was in a melancholy mood today. The sun was shining brightly, even too brightly. I felt good about the fact that I was finally alone and that I didn’t have to worry about anyone else. No matter how I looked at it, the flighty and unscrupulous Princess Rose was the biggest problem in my century-long life. And since my life was endless, I couldn’t, like mortals, get rid of an annoying marriage by simply going to my grave. The only way was to get a divorce and forget about Rose like a festering wound that suddenly healed.

      It would be worth throwing a grand party for the entire Empire to celebrate my release. The only hindrance was that because of the feast, they might think that I was going to choose a new ruler, or at least a favorite. I didn’t want that just yet. The solitude was too pleasant. I am my own master again. The dragon no longer has a mistress, no object of worship. Only treasure, power, irresistible strength, and undying youth remained. And somewhere in the back of my mind there was a dark feeling that I had lost the most valuable of my treasures.

      It was a feeling that could be dealt with. It was foolish to compare a half mortal woman to the most expensive of my jewelry or the most exquisite of the sculptures that adorned my castle. My treasury hadn’t suffered at all after Rose left, even though the former empress had tried to take as much wealth as possible with her.