The Villainess Wants To Go Home

"Father!" I waltzed into my father's office without his permission. I started to tremble when I saw his fierce amber eyes glance towards me for the first time in my life. It was the same gaze he would give to Diana, and I had thought I would never receive that type of look from him, but it seems I was truly wrong.

Standing there in the presence of a former fierce dragon rider with exceptional swordsmanship that glared daggers at you, made my blood run cold and the hair at the back my neck rise.

Suddenly his face softened when his eyes laid upon me. "Ariana" his deep soft voice calmed my heart a little. "Father" tears that I held back came rushing down.

Father rose from his seat in a swift and rushed his way to me and pulled me into a hug. "Tell me Ariana, who made you cry?" he gently rubbed my back in circles.

I hugged him back and cried on his shoulder, letting out all my tears that was burning in the back my eyes. I felt like my heart had been ripped out. A state of misery that I couldn't see the end of the tunnel. "Why are the gods against me father? What have I done to deserve this?" I asked in a mumbling mess.

"If I find whoever made you cry like this, I will kill them with my own bare hands" he fumed with anger.

"Tell me, my sweet child who is it that hurt you?" father placed his hand on my head and started to stroke my hair.

"Father is it true his highness is going after Diana in Isvand?" I asked releasing the hug and looking into his wistful amber eyes. Father's eyes reflected guilt and he let out a defeated sigh. "Father, tell me is it true? Please tell me it's all false rumours spread by the people"

He put his soft warm hand on my cheek and stared into my eyes with remorse, it signalled many sad emotions through those amber orbs of his that he did not want to express to me.

"I have no clue on what is happening anymore" he shook his head averting his eyes from me. I burst into more tears, feeling them wet my face and ruin my makeup.

"Why does she always get what I want? She doesn't deserve him. I do. I love him and she's just obsessed with him"

"I will resolve everything. You let your father fix this"

He kissed my forehead and smiled. "I will do everything in my power to make you happy again"

\~Dragon Barracks\~

Ciel buckled the saddle on the bright yellow dragon that obediently stood on all his four waiting for the dragon trainer to get on his back. "Ciel, can you hand over the satchel" Ralph asked his brother.

Ciel threw the brown bag that he got from the table and Ralph caught it in mid-air. "Thank you"

"Where do you think he had went?" Ralph spoke trying to ease the awkward silence between them.

"I don't have a clue, but I pray to the Gods he didn't go far" Ciel said in worry with a gloomy expression. The bags under his eyes showed that he hadn't got any good sleep after the incident two days ago, especially with the dragons gone restless after what happened to them.

He and the others had spent all night nursing them back to health as none would get up or eat.

The two heard the stable gates rumble open and turned their attention to the iron entrance. Three people had walked in, two wore black metal armour that glimmered from the sun's reflection, helmets that placed on their heads as a red feather hung down from the helmet and a scrawny looking man that walked in front of them as if he was a high class noble.

Ralph crossed his arms and asked Ciel "What are the dark nights doing here? And who is he?"

Ciel stared at them in doubt, the air around them felt uneasy and he didn't like it. "I don't know but let's go find out" he strolled towards them with his brother following beside him.

Before they knew it every trainer in the barracks had made their way towards the guests, crowding around each other, and whispering their thoughts on the reason why the dark knights were here and the messenger from the Dragon gates.

John who was standing in front of it all spoke up and questioned them "What are is your business for coming here?" he crossed his hands, buffing his chest up.

The messenger gave a look of disgust at John as a warning to stay away from him. The man was a scrawny little guy no bigger than 5'2 feet had put his palm out from above his shoulder and one of the dark knights placed a rolled-up scroll.

Unrolling it and clearing his throat he began to read out the speech written on the paper. "The ministry from the Dragon gates hereby announce that the dragon that went out of control and attacked the trainers before snatching a rider and escaping through the night will be sentenced to death after his retrieval" he announced loudly under his deep but creaky voice, his moustache moving as he spoke.

There was gasps coming from the crowd and whispering among them.

heart stopped beating at the mention of death. His body didn't know how to react, it just shut down. He froze to a point

to Ciel, and he saw the terrified

this!" an angry voice spoke up interrupting everyone. The messenger arched

ministry of the dragon gates?" he

are you doing?" Ralph whispered to Ciel, but he

the people moved out of the way like the ocean splitting apart letting him go through. The scrawny man eyes twitched in annoyance. "Demarcus has done nothing wrong, and he

woman that was snatched by the dragon before being devoured in mid-air" he said with a hint of malicious reflected from

the man had said. "That's outrages, Demarcus would never devour a human" John spatted

of people the dragon gates were. They sounded like people who brought order to the dragon riders world but instead were malevolent people who only liked to set up blames to the

tamers and trainers however they had no power

woman as he flew past them?" he said silencing everyone while he twisted his moustache. Ceil didn't believe a word he said,

feel the fire rage through his veins and to his fingertips. John glanced at Ciel whose ocean

orange haired man's attention and shook his head. John knows what kind of people the ministry is and their sly ways. He couldn't risk his

Ralph growled silently wishing he could

nose in the air like a prideful noble he was. "A squad of track riders will be sent out to hunt down the dragon and bring him in and a bounty will be set for him if anyone comes face to face with the rogue

repeating what you were implying

fisting his hands and glaring at him with the urge to set him on fire. "As I thought" John sighed shaking his head feeling relief that he had stopped Ciel from

shall be going now" he cackled softly to himself and turned

to him resulting the messenger to turn around and send a

pulled. The face that said he didn't belong with these different skinned people that weren't like his and go back to the tribes that lived in the mountains, the savages

of that cruel day that he wishes to forget.

not speak to dirty people whom the Gods cursed to look burnt forever" he hissed.

blankly at the ground. The man was right though. He was a curse from the Gods who created his kind to

father,

It felt like the world was slowed down as he watched Ciel's flaming fist collide with

'C-Ciel" he mumbled.

a killing intact in them and

let you slander my big brother like that and get away with it."

Ciel not even the dark knights who only stood there

pulled him closer, his face a metre away from the trembling little man. "It seems to me that the Gods cursed you with a short figure and disfigured face" he punched him again in the cheek yet this time half of the moustache

another punch Ciel felt a cold feeling near his neck. "By the order of the dark knights, we suggest you let go and step back" the masculine and deep voice

before he felt a cold arm on his shoulder. "Get up young

up and throwing the little man to the ground

as the dark

he hissed pulling away and shooting a hateful look towards Ciel. "Don't think this is over you peasant son of a bit-" he pointed his finger to him and

stood in confusion not understanding why the little man had suddenly started

familiar blue eyes again" he said with a revolting smile across

She was a wriggly

hot punch to the messenger

"PUGH!"

said before spitting on his

he was going to say anything the man had fallen face first to

man's unmoving body, one of the dark knight had karate chopped his

proceeded to grab the little man's collar and

nothing better to do then to punch people" Zackary

I would have done the same thing" Matt interrupted feeling the urge to laugh at the scene of the two dragon whisperers punching the life out the

at Ciel who stood their frozen and look of horror crawled his face. It ached his heart to see his brother remember the memories of the brothel. He

ruffling his orange hair that smelled like dragon