Azian Prince of Dragons

It was the unholy hour.

The darkest and the quietest of the twenty-two hours of a day. Only the wind was heard howling its way around the city, towns, and villages near Paria (which means mother) the first city ever built in the supernatural world. The ancient city.

It was a city surrounded by the western village to the west, and the sea to the south, and the east and the north were covered in a vast thick forest, one none ever dared venture, especially during the last hour. The name of the forest was Ignere, derived from the Latin words "Ignis" meaning fire and "Cinere" meaning ashes.

Legend had it that the forest was once much larger than it was now, though only a fool could deny how vast it still was. However, a large part of it got burnt down during the Megalos Machi (great battle) between the Dragons and the remaining species of the supernatural realm long before anyone alive could actually remember.

Almost half of it had been completely burned away, leaving the other half which stood proud and tall like a survivor.

It grew denser trees and longer shadowy branches as if to warn anyone that might want to hurt it again.

Those brave enough to venture into the forest made sure they only ever did when the sun was still guarding the skies, for those who went when the sun retired were never ever seen again.

There was something in those trees, something that even the greatest of men dared not to discover, one would rather mourn their loss and move on.

Everybody knew that the forest was off limits as soon as the sun came down.

Yet deep in the forest, right at the heart of it, during the darkest hour, a woman's cry could be heard.

A minute past the fated hour, another cry was heard; this one, however, was that of a youngling, a child.

The Vampire King, King Alec Diarnov looked up as he sat on his throne, his dark eyes glowing like two lit candles in the dark.

His palace stood just at the outskirts of Paria before the sea. He felt a chilling shiver creep over his shoulder, his eyes turned dark, his face falling as he studied the space before his throne.

A woman entered his chambers, wearing a plain black dress that covered her body till it dragged to the floor. Her fingernails were painted black and looked as if she had not cut them in years, yet her fading beauty was undeniable, her grey hair flowing to her shoulders.

She stood at a perfect height and lifted her head, and their eyes met. "He is here."

Alec paused in the trance he was in as he studied her, though his eyes failed to cover the hint of fear that struck him.

A sudden deathly strong wind swept through the palace, blowing all the doors and windows wide open, dropping the portraits that hung from the castle walls, and breaking vases, frames, and mirrors.

The strong wind passed through all the land, leaving a trail of destruction and a long silence that not even the sound of crickets was heard for the whole hour.

The people peeped out of the windows to see what it was, or who it was.

A sense of fear gripped them all even though all they saw was wind. It was where it was headed that dreaded them.

Ignere.

Alec stood up as the wind passed through his palace. The woman before him gasped, touching her heart.

He looked at her intently. "Emma, great witch of the north," he began, carefully choosing his words.

Her eyes flickered back to him, her face still filled with horror and raised a hand as if to tell him to stop talking.

"He is stronger than I perceived" she replied, as one of her hands dropped to her side, the other still holding the locket that hung from her neck.

Alec could see her hand shiver, doubting if she even noticed it. He walked toward her, stopping a few feet away from her.

"Are you sure he is here?" he asked.

She looked at him in disbelief. "King Alec Diarnov, did you not sense the power?" She spat, giving him a vicious look. He growled at her.

"Even if he has finally come, he is but a child, an infant. If you give us his location, we can put an end to his miserable life."

She remained quiet for a while, then suddenly shook her head, her hands still shaking.

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"No, I do not want to be a part of this."

He moved to her in a supernatural speed with anger in his eyes till he was face to face with her.

"Do you think you will not be involved? The vision came to you. The prophecy was revealed on your lips!" he boomed.

She stood her ground.

"The vision came to many. Those before me spoke of it, and those lesser than me have seen it, but no witch was able to stand before you. They fear you. You didn't believe my vision until the first sign. The prophecy had long been written through time, passed on from generation to generation. You just heard and saw it first from me."

He growled in her face.

"Do you think that when he is fully grown, he will not kill your people as well? You know the prophecy."

"I know," she spat, her head held high in pride, not willing to cower before him, "that is why I came to you."

He held her gaze for a moment before looking away.

"Then tell me his location, so we can end this."

"I will not obey you; you have no authority over me. You are not our king," she spat.

He sped towards her, but in a second, she had vanished into thin air.

He growled angrily, breaking a statue nearby. His fists clenched tightly, and his jaws were ridged. Though he was as angry as the burning flames of Set, he couldn't help the fear ripping through his heart. "Luke! Get your ass in here!" he yelled.

A tall muscular man walked in looking around. He didn't seem intimidated by the King's ruthless face, but he did look as if he too was terrified of something.

He looked around the room as if he was looking for something.

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Luke looked back at the king, raising an eyebrow.

"How?" he asked, amazed.

"I should be asking you that! Didn't you give her the potion before she entered?"

Luke nodded.

"Of course, My King. I did as you instructed. I can't understand how she teleported with the spell in her system."

"She probably double crossed it. Emma is not stupid; she isn't called the Mother Witch for nothing," Alec muttered.

He turned around facing Luke, breathing out harshly.

"He has arrived," he announced breathlessly. Luke looked up at him in disbelief.

"A-are you sure?"

King Alec nodded, walking back to his throne.

"The wind that-"

"That was him" he replied, standing before his throne.

Luke paused as if he was trying to gain balance. He regained his sanity and stood up at attention.

"What do you propose to do My Lord?" he asked respectfully.

Alec breathed out.

"We need to reunite the five kingdoms, find this threat," he trailed off, staring at Luke as he sat down on his throne, "and eliminate it."