The Dragon Prince

“Sir, a message has come in from one of your siblings,” the offcier hands Jafar the report. Glancing at it briefly, he gives it back. “Tell the others that I will be in my chambers. Have no one disturb me unless its important. Understood?,” his said coldy. The officer salutes and reports back to his station. Leaving the bridge, Jafar travels down the corridor and enters his chambers. The room was large, due to his dragon size, with the walls covered trinkets from previous campaigns. In the center of the room was a massive table with a glass covering. Pressing a button, the table made a slight hum sound. Then a blue light fills the dark room and with it several images emerge around the table. They were his brothers and sisters from all across the solar system, all fighting for the glory of their father.

“How is everyones progress,” Jafar said to the hologram.

Fafnir spoke first. He was the greediest of all the dragons. Gems covered his leathery, batlike wings and iron hard red scales. Rune stone decorated his large skull and frill. His spike tail, tip with silver heads, were meant to show off his glamor. However, he was not to be triffled with. With rows of dagger-like teeth, skull-spliting shriek and ability to breath fire, his temper was on par with jafars. “The Brachyura proved to be little more than a challenge, but they did have a treasure trove of gems from the different planets they invaded. It was a wonderful site. I simply had to have them,” said Fafnir.

One of the sibling rolled their eyes as they made a sarcastic remark. “As if you need any more Fafnir,” said Futs-Lung. He was a serpintne dragon with red-orange scales, yellow eyes, head of a tiger, paws of a lion and horns like a bull. There was a slight snickering amongst the others. Fafnir was not amused. His bright, angry eyes glared menacingly at the Serpentine. Lung simply raised a paw at him. “Carefull, Fafnir. Father warned you about that explosive temper of yours.” Jafar knew what would happen next. Deciding to diffuse the situation, he turns to his youngest sister Wyvern. Though not the largest of the dragons, she was not to be taken lightly. Her green, armored body and poison tail makes her able to compete with her brothers.

“Dear sister, I trust you have been successful in your conquests,” he noticed that some of her scales were missing from her underbelly, a telltale sign of recent fighting. She gave a slight nod to him. “Correct Jafar, though I am coming to a realization that our fathers reign may not last any longer.” This grabbed the attention of everyone, including Jafar. He lends his ear to her.

“What do you mean by that exactly,” the general was curious about her answer. “Simply this, the stones are becoming extremely rare, if not impossible to find. Eventually, they will cease to exist and fathers longevity along with it. When that happens, we must divide up the empire amongst ourselves. It is only a matter of time.” Many agreed with Wyverns observation. They all knew their fathers rule would not last eternity, even gods must die. However Jafar was not fond of this idea. He cared about his family, but he loved his father. Thus making him the prodigal son. He would never let anything happen to him.

“While that is true, sweet sister, we would never let that happen to him. Not after I return home with the stones from this invasion,” the general began to eye his siblings. He noticed some were giving him dirty looks already. He knew that they were jealous of him, it was not a secret. Back home, all knew the exploits of the great Jafar, much to the irritation of the others. Yet, one decided enough was enough.

“One stockpile will not change anything Jafar. Wyvern is right, we need to think about our future.” Jafar looked ahead of him and saw it was Cyrene, the second eldest brother. He was just as large as Jafar, in both forms, but he was the strongest of them. His massive body was covered in iron scales. Powerful muscles in his wings help him soar across the stars. His elongated neck, sturdy talons, and solid, thick skull help him establish dominance in the face of an enemy, even if its his brother. Jafar tries to calm him.

“Brother, let’s not make a spectacle,” but Cyrene would not have it. “Spare me your concern brother, we all know you revel in it. But one of these days, your going to realize your cant rely on dads fear forever.” The room went silent. The general blinked a few times. This was the first time anyone question his authority.

“Dads fear?”repeated Jafar. Cyrene smirked. “Face it brother, you are who you are because dad allows it. He inflates your ego, fills your head with granger. To him, your a pawn, like the rest of us,” Cyrene continued. “Your men respect you because of dad, the people you enslave fear you because of dad. You have everything because of dad. Without dad, you are nothing.” The atmosphere was getting dangerous cold. Eyes flickered back and forth between Cyrene and Jafar. The general, trying to hold back his anger, attempted one last time to end the argument, however it was easy to spot the anger in his voice.

Very rarely does Jafar show his anger, especially in front of his borthers and sisters. All knew of his dangerous personality, yet never seen it before. His eyes were turning blood red with every second. The horns on the top of his helm began to grow and his voice grew deeper and deeper.

“Brother, I assure you, I do not need fathers help to inspire fear. I do that on my own. I have never lost a battle. Never shown defeat and never shown fear. When people hear my name, their world shakes. Those that do fight back, I bath the stars with their blood, reminding those who dare oppose me,” Jafar growled. Thinking he had won, the general gave a smug grin. “Anything else to say, brother?”

Cyrene was not intimidated by his Jafar. He wanted to lash out. Instead, he spoke in a calm tone. “Only this brother. Something one of my slaves told me,” he paused before continuing. “He said when god bleeds, people will stop believing in him. Dad will eventually die, and with it your propaganda,” Cyrene last statement shattered his brothers patience. “When that happens, you will be the one who is fearful and afraid.”

“Shut Up!,” a massive roar erupts in the room. Its power was heard all through the ship and stop everyone in their tracks. Cyrene had unleashed his brother’s anger to the point where Jafar turned into his true dragon form. His wings outstretched and his body poised for a fight. He reared his long neck up and let out a stream of smoke from his nose. He narls his teeth, exposing his glistening fangs. Swishing his tail, he slams it heavily on the floor, creating a dent in the ship. His fists, clenched so tightly, that his razor-sharp talons buried themselves into his palms.

“Well, on that note, I believe we should adjourn this meeting everyone. I think Jafar needs some alone time,” Cyrene said in a cool tone. Everyone agreed and ended their transmissions, leaving Jafar alone, angry and full of rage. Just then one of his officers enters the room. Sadly, the officer did not see that Jafar was not in a pleasant mood until it was to late. Before getting a chance to speak, Jafar pins the officers head against the wall and crushes it. Blood oozes between his claws as the officers lifeless body hangs motionlessly. Letting go, the dead body slumps to the floor, blood staining the wall. Licking his hand, Jafar glances at the report on the floor. He picks up and reads the status of the invasion. To his surprise, they had arrived a day earlier. Then a message is sent over the intercoms of the ship. “Attention, Attention! We have just entered the planets atmosphere. All soldiers report to your stations for planetary assault. I repeat, we have just entered the planets atmosphere.”

As the intercom ends, Jafar smiles and turns back into his human form. He took his time getting armor on for battle, he did not mistake duing the invasion. As his father told him, “All being make errors, but do not make them mistakes.” As his wings adjust to the armor, he grabs his warspear dubbed Dawnbreaker from the closet. Before leaving his room, he thinks about what his Cyrene said to him. He dismisses and leaves his quarters with a few parting words of his own.

“We will see who is truly afraid dear brother.”