What Your Love Felt Like: The Dragon Saga

In the Dragon Kingdom, the entire palace was a mess. There were soldiers running in every direction. Females wailing in the background. It seemed like the picturesque place had been turned upside down.

But it wasn't supposed to have been that way. It was supposed to have been the happiest day in the kingdom, full of joy and celebrations. The queen was about to give birth to her first child.

The midwives were ready. The palace was decked with floral decorations of the rarest type. Everybody was waiting patiently for the good news.

As the queen went into labor, nothing seemed out of control. But within a few moments, she started going pale. The doctors and caregivers went into a frenzy trying to find out a cause for that. The errand boys and girls were running across the mountains and clouds, trying to find the herbs they were instructed to. Every possible anecdote was made and given to the queen who was severely withering in pain.

"Has anybody sent word to the master?" yelled the lady in waiting.

"Yes, they have. He is on his way," answered a young assistant of the senior doctor.

"We also need to send word out to the front line. Master Draco needs to know about the situation too. Things are escalating very fast out of our hands. " The lady in waiting signaled another assistant to immediately write a scroll and dispatch

it. The males in the dragon kingdom usually stayed away from the birthing process. It was women who usually handled it. But the sudden exacerbated condition of the queen had pulled everybody out of their chambers and had made them surround the Royal Birthing Hall in anxiety. There was a panic amongst the nobles as well. Dragons had near to no complication rate during labor. This situation was so complex that they had to call in the Master, that is, their heavenly doctor, breaking his decade-long meditation retreat.

An emergency note was sent to the ruling dragon king, and husband to the queen in labor, who was fighting at the borders. He was widely known for his bravery and courage. With his widespread expeditions and expertise, the dragon kingdom was able to reach its farthest trenches, unifying lands that nobody had ever dreamt of annexing. He was a true namesake, a versatile, fearsome dragon, Draco.

"Girls, give me a hand here and help me sit up, " The queen whispered with whatever strength she was left with. She soon started spitting blood all over herself as two of the ladies tried supporting her. They immediately panicked and tried pulling her back again but she raised her hands, instructing them to stop. She pointed at the head of the midwives and asked her to come over to her left side.

The little maid ran at her order.

"Yes, Our Lady, what do you want me to do?" she asked with enthusiasm.

The queen reached her ears and whispered something that made her enthusiasm disappear. Her eyes and mouth were wide open, "Not possible. You cannot do that our lady." She was trying to pull away but the queen caught her hands. "You have to do it. It's for the sake of our kingdom. It's our duty. You cannot run away from that."

The little maid stopped for a moment at the queen's words and then nodded her head with a smile, filled with sadness.

"Everybody please evacuate the room. The queen needs something done in private. Quickly now." She shoved everybody out of the room as they kept looking back with mixed feelings of sadness, worry and confusion.

As soon as the room was empty and the door was shut, the little maid stood there perplexed, urging, " My lady, it is going to hurt. Should you not..."

But before her speech was ended the queen harnessed whatever little energy she was left with. A crystal light engulfed her and it strained towards her right. It circulated upwards at the heart and the queen, with the final ounce of strength that she had saved, pulled her Core out. With trembling hands and dripping body fluid, she secured the core, around her womb.

"This will keep him safe till the birthing is complete," the queen whispered, gasping for breath. " Take us to the Hidden Fountains. Keep him safe. Hand him over to none other than his father. Trust no one." Before the maid could even confirm, she had to rush to support the queen's limp arm. She looked at her Queen with a deep look in her eyes and then diligently proceeded to fulfill her duty assigned.

People, unaware of all the tragedy, grew more and more worried as they waited outside. They couldn't even barge in as it was the queen's order. But one from amongst the crowd slipped away, totally unnoticed. He kept running, till he reached an abandoned ruin in the outskirts.

"My Lord, my lord, master, master," he huffed as he reached the broken doors.

"Is it over?" called back a sweet and melodious voice from behind the closed doors.

"Yes, Master. I have done exactly as you have instructed. But the queen has locked all of us away from her chamber. Only one of the midwives is with her. I thought you needed to know, so I came here right away." He said it all together without a pause.

"Hhhhmmm, that's interesting. But you shouldn't have been this careless. How can you come here straight from the palace? Now go back and keep doing what you do best." The melodious voice rang with rhythm again.

"Yes Master. I will be careful not to commit any more mistakes in the future," He bowed and swished away as fast as he could, on his way back.

"The queen locked herself inside in this condition. Interesting." The melodious voice was heard, contemplating, from somewhere far inside those ruins, behind two closed doors.

By the time the assistant was back at the palace, the imperial doctor, also referred to as Master by all, had just arrived. Everybody moved aside, paving his way. He looked at them, waiting for somebody to open the doors. But everybody was just staring back at him.

"What's wrong? Why aren't the doors being opened? I thought it was an emergency I was called for." He looked over his half moon-shaped scanners, hanging from his head, over his fat, chubby face.

"Master, well, ummm, the queen has locked herself in, along with one of the midwives and asked us all to wait outside. It's been awhile but we couldn't interfere because it's an imperial order. Maybe you could try calling," replied one lady in waiting.

The doctor was already looking at the door with a weird gaze, through his crescent scanners. He slowly walked away from the doors, and instead of asking permission to come in, rammed right into it. The doors went flying in two directions, leaving the entrance wide open for all those waiting to pour in.