What Your Love Felt Like: The Dragon Saga

And then there was Draco, with his feet planted firmly on the wall, his bare hands clenched into fists at his sides. On the other side, the ferocious Hell Hounds howled, their eyes fixed on their prey. The air was thick with tension, as if a single wrong move would trigger an all-out battle.

Behind him was a Ring of fire.

An inescapable Ring of Fire, that he had breathed out himself. And inside that fire were trapped his own soldiers.

Draco didn't need their sympathies or their distractions. He wanted to crack some knuckles in peace and his loyal subjects weren't allowing him that.

"We will stand between you and the Hounds till our last breath my Lord," one had chirped as the others had joined him with bowed heads and sitting on their knees. Draco shook his head and chuckled.

"Alright.Alright.How many of you are willing to die for me?"

He asked, very amused. He was amused because his soldiers did not contradict his irrational order to break into the Hell Hounds' formation on the other side. Instead, they looked more concerned because he said he would be leading them in that attack.

All the soldiers huddled together when he asked the question about who was ready to die for him. Little did they know what his wicked mind was planning.

As soon as they were all kneeling together, he breathed in and then breathed out the fiercest Dragon Flames that the kingdom had ever seen.

All the soldiers cowering in fear as Draco laughed out loud.

The flames, however, did not char them at all. It encircled around them like a huge gigantic serpent and then made a circular border around them with fiery walls. The walls were made of huge unscalable flames. It was at this point when the soldiers realized that they were tricked by their Lord, himself.

They tried desperately to jump over. Some yelled their lungs out to stop him as he turned towards the hungry Hounds beyond the walls.

But Draco didn't even seem to hear them or heed their attempts at warning.

This was what he needed.

This was what he wanted at the moment.

Draco's face was a mask of pain and anger. The one he had loved in his lifetime with all his heart, was gone, and the pain of her loss was etched onto every line of his face. But there was something else there, too - a fierce, burning rage that seemed to fuel his every move.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with emotion, and let out a guttural roar that echoed off the walls. The Hellhounds responded in kind, their howls growing louder and more aggressive.

For a long moment, there was only silence, as both sides measured each other up, waiting for the other to make the first move. But the tension in the air was palpable, a living, breathing thing that seemed to press down on them all. And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the standoff was over. The Hellhounds turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving Draco alone on the wall with his pain and his anger. But the Dragon Lord did not relax. He sprang up in the air in his dragon form above the territory of the Hounds.

The soldiers cried aloud in despair and fear in unison as he did so.

The Hounds took no time spitting their poison darks at him from the shadows, making it impossible for him to detect from where they were coming.

Draco dived right into the midst of the oncoming darts, to everyone's surprise.

"Dragon Lord....."

The trapped soldiers yelled from behind with their voices magnified.

It definitely seemed as if Draco had a death wish. His actions were nothing less than that of a lovesick lunatic.

But no matter what the situation looked like from the outside, Draco was still the infamous king that everyone feared.

He swirled right in the middle of the darts to determine from where they were coming. The shadowy camp of the Hounds was now exactly in front of him. He moved like butter, avoiding the darts as if he was playing a game. The Hounds leaped out in fear as he approached them, at high speed. His wings were wrapped around his body and his body rotating at high speed, creating a tornado with the wind.

The intensity tore their hideout open as it broke through their tents. It unearthed their underground bunkers and threw their ranks around.

All this with Draco's single blow.

This was the point when the soldiers fell quiet. They were dead silent. It didn't take them long to realize that the ones that ought to be scared were not them, but the Hounds.

He had single handedly taken down one when he was young.

Was he going to rewrite history with a bunch of them?

Then what happened after that, none of them quite understood.

There was a huge explosion.

Then right at that moment, the Ring of fire around them disappeared.

They looked up to find Master, Calix and other Elite guards approaching them.

They noticed a huge crack on the Great wall in front of them. Then another and then a couple more. The chain continued till the entire wall crumbled with a loud echoing thunderous noise, the smoke and dust rising up in the air, like flames. Master stood in front of them as they all looked on at the other side with anticipation and dread.

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Was this some kind of a trickery from the Hounds' end?

Was their Lord safe or was he dead?

Their eyes took some time as the debris settled. They could hear yelping sounds from the other side as they all ran towards where the border began.

They gasped and some fell back in disbelief.

There were bodies everywhere. Tore, mutilated parts of the Hounds, scattered like pieces of meat, served to the vultures.

And in the middle of that gruesome pile of dead bodies, stood Draco, the Dragon King.

One hand on his hip and the other hand had transformed into a blade with sharp teeth and a vicious tongue that was serpentine.

This time it was the Master that fell back with his hands over his head.

"Unbelievable...".

He could barely mouth the words as his entire body quivered with an unnatural ecstasy.

"Wh.. What is it Master?"

Calix also fell back unsure where he ought to divide his attention. At the majesty in front or at what the Master was saying.

"Incredible.... Body weapon... Draco has unlocked the hidden treasures in our realm.... Truly exceptional...."