What Your Love Felt Like: The Dragon Saga

There was a scuffle from among the ruins.

There were two distinct figures, sitting behind those closed doors.

"It's almost time."

one said.

"Hhhhmm, almost. I hope they don't make any mistakes."

The second one picked a cup of Rosemary tea.

"Ahhh!"

"What's the matter?"

the first one asked.

"It's too hot. I almost burnt my hands," he said, examining the small patch of burn on his right palm.

"Must be difficult not having your Dragon Scales for protection in certain places."

The first one smirked. Almost as if scoffing.

"It isn't something I can help. I was born with this disease. It's part of my defects.

Just like the human blood running in your Dragon veins."

The second one didn't show any mercy with his words either.

There was a thud, followed by the shattering of the cups that they were drinking from.

"HOW DARE YOU?

How dare you mock my birth!"

The brown eyes fumed with anger. Raging. But it was unable to change colors like the Dragons did.

"Don't push your luck on me Halfling. We still need each other for our mutual goal.

Rest assured that I have no intention of associating with illegitimate disgraces like you.

If our plan succeeds tonight, you and I will once again become strangers."

" Psst! "

The first one scoffed.

"You dare call me illegitimate.

Fine.

I would rather be illegitimate than disloyal.

Anyways..."

He turned his gaze towards those closed doors.

"You should go and check if it actually worked. "

The second one nodded and then instantly disappeared.

Leaving the first one all alone amongst the loneliness of the ruins.

He stood up and walked over to the door. It responded by flipping open as if sensing its presence.

However the scene that he was greeted with was not the ruins that stood in front of the physical gate. He was greeted with the greenest meadow that had a canopy of the brightest blue sky. He stepped in. There was a memorial right at the center of the landscape.

"Mother..."

Tender words of affection, left his tired face.

He walked the casket enshrined into the moment. Touched it gently with trembling hands.

"Mother.

How have you been? Are you resting well my beloved uncrowned queen?"

His eyes splashed with affection and longing.

But the beautiful Dragon body inside was unable to respond to it. It lay lifeless. Rigid.

"It might happen tonight, mother. Or we might fail yet again.

But rest assured mother that this son of yours will not rest until he gets your revenge.

Those Dragons that call him mighty and Royal, sitting inside the comforts of the mighty Dragon Palace, will all pay one by one.

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Rest assured mother. Rest peacefully on your stone bed, knowing that you have left behind a worthy successor.

He brought his lips forth and kissed the casket on the head side.

"Tonight it begins with that head strong Draco. "

He turned again to walk out of that place through the door which was still open.

The second person in the picture had reappeared.

"Tell me. Your face reeks of bad news."

The first one closed the door securely behind him as the two were back amongst the ruins.

"He took the bait.

He went after the one we sent. She was even able to stab his right chest with the Ivory Blade. But... "

The first man came closer.

"But what?"

"But instead of reeling on the ground with pain, he disappeared."

"What?"

"Everything was going according to plan. We were even able to get him out of the battlefield. But then..."

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"What are you even talking about? How could this be the case? He was not supposed to be able to move after being stabbed with the Ivory Blade. It immobilizes Dragons. How could he disappear?"

"I do not have an answer to this. But apparently that is what happened."

"If he survives this, he will not let it pass lightly. "

"He is already suspicious of his inner circle. He tried testing all of them.

Had I not stopped that in the nick of time, our aids might have been exposed. "

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You better head back to the Palace immediately. Don't let anybody know you are missing.

Let the boy run between my place and yours if need be. You don't show me your face for a while."

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"Hmmmm, guess you are correct. Might as well take our precautions.

We don't want the mistakes we made with the Queen to repeat itself.

He was about to take his leave when the first one stopped him.

"Wait a moment. Have you been able to learn anything more about humans?"

The second one shook his head.

"Yes.

She spends much of her day with me and my herbs. She is a simple one. Nothing very special about her.

I fail to understand why Draco kept her by his side. Especially with his temperaments."

"Hmmm. We will see. We will see. Keep your eyes and senses open. And now get going.

Wait.

Just a moment.

Didn't you say Draco had that poison? The one we used on the Queen?"

The second one nodded.

"But it's impossible to retrieve it without human help.

The two of them locked their eyes. Their blinks shared a few meaningful pieces of information.

"Now I get it.

He has been using her as a tool. "

"But then does it not mean that he already knows the ones who poisoned the Queen have human aid. "

"Of course he knows by now but I am sure he has not been able to figure that riddle out. There is practically no human in his realm apart from the woman he brought back at the moment.

Not a single Dragon has a human in their harem. He must be trying hard to figure out this human presence."

"Then shouldn't it be a cause of concern for us?"

"Yes. It would have been if he had not been so arrogant. But since that is his nature, he will never ever be able to join the simple ends of the puzzle. He will keep searching the depths for answers, ignoring the eminent surface. Hence resulting in sure failure. "

The calm and poise on his face was unparalleled. One would fail to fathom the connection his dignity had with the stark destruction of the rubbles he resided on.