A Dragon's Sealed Mate

Prince Silas flew gracefully through the chaotic and smoke filled skies. He was a dragon of death, a predator, a formidable force to be reckoned with. His scales reflected the most dense midnight black, and you would swear that stars danced upon him as he soared through the skies. He deeply inhaled the rustic scent of blood and the acidic scent of burning flesh. He would surely give the w****s of Tamera a hard time tonight. A good battle was always just the thing to get his urges roaring. His wings were steady as he used his deep violet colored eyes to observe the c*****e below. He relished the cries of death and destruction that was a result of the great victory he had led with the imperial army. The warriors of the Zelle kingdom had fallen, and he had secured yet another territory for Demir, his brother and king. As he soared above, he felt a tug in his heart and a bond snap into place. "NO!! Not here and not now!" he thought to the gods. He could feel the tug of a mate bond, forcing his magic to submit. He landed, causing a massive wave of dust and debris to cloud around the camp. The transformation was easy and blissful as if his mate had wrapped it in love. And he loathed the feeling. He knew that this meant years wasted while he waited for his mate to come of age. This transformation meant years of searching for her and the drive to protect her once she was discovered. Astor, his right hand man, was there and more excited than Silas. Dragons can wait hundreds of years for their mates to be born, and Silas had waited over 300. Astor found peace when he found his fairy mate Stella, and he had long awaited this same peace to be found for his best friend. Silas only wanted the strength that came with the bond. He simply wished to mark, mate, and breed his true mate while she remained locked away in a castle. A mate that is safely locked away could never become a weakness. When a dragon's mate is born, the dragon takes on their mate's form. The gods make this rule so that the majestic dragon can form a close bond with their mate if they are from another species. This forced change gave the mates a better understanding of each other. The dragon then takes on the powers of their mate and is able to locate them. The pull from the mate bond draws them together and gets stronger and stronger as the years roll on. Silas succumbed to the transformation and rose surrounded by the dens the pile of midnight scales left behind. He looked over his new form. "A f**ki*g witch! This is useful, " he cheered. He looked to Astor and was surprised by his look of surprise and fear. Astor was clearly afraid of what I would do with this newfound power once I mastered it, Silas spoke to his inner dragon Mal. Mal chuckled maliciously in Silas' head. "No, Silas, you are not a witch. You are a magic forsaken human." Mal thundered with more laughter. The laughter seemed to bounce off of the walls of Silas' skull and fill his brain to the brim. Silas lost it. He began destroying everything his human form could lift or toss. How in the bloody h*ll was he supposed to live as a human until he found her? "When I find her, I'll kill her." he roared out into the night skies.