My Seven Foot Tall Savior

My Seven Foot Tall Savior By: Kael Stefan stefankael@gmail.com

This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between related minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere.

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Chapter 3: Who Am I?

"No, I'm not." I defended myself. "What did I ever do to you, Storm Lord?"

"I, Dmitri Kerrigan, sentence you to die." The Lord of the Storm shouted. Why does he want me dead? Is it because I was the last of my kind? The last of the Elektri? Maybe so. "Guards, seize the boy."

"What are you talking about?" I raised my voice, my brows confused and scared all at the same time as I do everything I could to let go of these bad guys holding me down. "Let me go!"

"I thought you said he was supposed to be a temporary prisoner." Lucas stepped for once, punching the three bad persons who almost captured me and hid me from his behind, which felt strange because my face is facing his buttocks protected by his rear armor, so I looked behind my back, witnessing another set of soldiers with long spears and hidden daggers.

I heard the Lord of the Storm screaming to the top of his lungs, almost failing to finish his sentence from his throaty voice. "He's a disgrace to the Eye of the Storm," He explained between a raging cough, "and so are his family and all his other-"

"I can't have you kill this boy, My Lord." Lucas Dayne Dragonlance interrupted. "He's just a weak and spoiled young prince. But he's not a disgrace."

"He's a threat to the Kingdom, foolish Bounty Hunter. . . if this boy grows up well-fed and sheltered, he'd turn and stab you behind your back. Beware. He'd wipe out thousands of army men and has the bloodthirsty instinct to overthrow an empire. All of us will be put to mercy upon the tip of his finger. You had the least knowledge as to what this young prince is capable of." The Storm Lord said, his sharp, grey nails tapped his throne's armrest like that of a spider's legs. "But my. . . I never told you the possibilities I had to offer."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Give me the boy and you could have everything you want. I, as the Lord of the Storm, will be honored to double the price I had set to you, Bounty Hunter." The Storm Lord trailed off his hoarse voice, letting a fleeting moment of a short time. To my shock, he suddenly cracked a painful jolt of laughter as violent blues of storm began to thunder like electric wisps above us, brightening the candle-lit ceiling. The Storm Lord is clearly showing off his powers. "Get me the royal chest. Scram!" He wailed at his sapphire-crested servants.

I took Lucas' hand behind me and gripped it with both of my hands. Although his hand was metal-cold, I warmed up quickly upon realizing that he decided to grip both my hands back. But just proper enough to not break my bones, so I almost flinched yet felt comforted and secured at the same time.

Sadly, he wasn't looking at me.

His eyes were focused somewhere else. . .

Somewhere distant and shiny and better than me. . .

On the treasured chest. Gleaming with its priceless intricacies and royal collections of crystals, diamonds, and lightning-symboled coins. Golden, rare, and ultimate in the offering. I gulped a dry saliva knowing this is the end of me; I'm going to be sold for a given price.

But at least I'm worth a treasured chest.

That made me grin.

. . .

But not for long.

"Is this how much he's worth to you? A chest of jewels and gold?" Lucas began. A second later, he started looking back at me with a stone-cold stare, making me tremble and shake as drizzles of sweat came running down my cheeks. Then he looked back upon the Storm Lord. "All of that would be mine?"

"A-ha-ha-ha! Bounty Hunter, when a ruler declares His price in front of his most skilled warrior, He meant it. No tricks. No games. No foul play. All of that would be yours."

I just can't help it. My hands started to fall off from Lucas' hand. All hopes are lost. I can't possibly persuade him to turn the Storm Lord's offer down. I couldn't even persuade him to stop capturing me on the day of my kidnap. How much more if he's offered so much gold?

"Just take it, Lucas," I said, not facing him as my back was turned.

"Say what, kid?"

"You can take it." I lowered my head down. "Stop pretending to be guilty, Bounty Hunter." I turned my head at him as I made a scowling snare, clearly showing that my face is pretty much disappointed at him. Disappointed at that annoying face that I could only wonder what it really looked like behind the helm.

Lucas instinctively almost raised his hands up in defense, but immediately hesitated and composed his stance properly, clearly trying to man up because please. . . who would want to take sides on me? A weak stupid prince. I know that he did that because he just wants to make me feel cared for along the journey. And when he hands me to the Storm Lord like a plate for dessert, I never see him batting an eye.

Because his face was covered in armor, I know.

He started kneeling down for me.

Yeah, I expected that!

I was furious, and I made sure he saw my scowling purple eyes. "Don't you think I should be the one hating you?"

"No."

"I never hated you when you kidnapped me. Or channeled my anger at you when my city and my family, and my friends, and my teacher, and my best friends, and my other teachers were pulverized. Now I hate you."

The people around us were laughing, which made me start sobbing in shame. "I hate myself for crying too much. You did this." I said, and the Storm Lord started cracking up in laughter, making me sob more until I couldn't help it anymore.

"Listen, boy. Listen." He took hold of both my elbows, massaging them and making me heat up awkwardly despite the terrible storm brewing up inside me. "Listen to me."

"What?" I looked away and started shaking my arms off of him. Yet, he never stopped holding me tight and firm. And I liked it.

No, I mean I hated it.

"You're going to be fine, buddy." He cooled me down with his warming presence. Of course, I couldn't see his face, but I felt as though he was not pissed at me anymore. And I couldn't understand clearly as to what I'm feeling for him at the moment. But it was really weirding me out despite it all.

"I'm going to be fine?" I asked, looking deeply at his shadowed hollows.

"You're going to be fine." He assured me.

"I am?"

"Yes, kid."

"Okay." I quickly snatched my arms off from him and began drying up my tears, and I could feel his palm caressing my messy hair.

"Take the kid." I heard Lucas Dayne Dragonlance's voice, deeper than usual. Without a moment's notice, I felt my wrists locked with a chain.

Lucas betrayed me.