Dragon Realm
Episode 3

"Sunny!"

The roar of the Golden Dragon roar defeated everything. The Ice Dragon fell back, its snow-colored eyes dodging the brilliance of its emperor. When the King of Kings became angry, his body shone.

“Such a showdown almost wreaked havoc on us once! Did you forget about it that fast?”

All lowered their heads, except for the Black Dragon. In his big mouth was only a hint of pleasure. The Golden Dragon looked at him sharply but did not reprimand. In this case, the king of the Gray Fog is justified.

Pulling himself to full height, the Dragon Emperor loomed above the others. “For almost five years our humans fought— and almost faced defeat! Our brother Brown still felt the side effects as he watched his clan shrink! The problem is the most obvious; yet we all have the scars of Dragon Masters!”

“Master Dragon is dead! Nathan Bedlam is the last, and he has long since perished!” shouted the Red Dragon, who controlled the volcanic land called the Plains of Hell.

"Bring the Purple King with him!" Black can't hold back anymore. His eyes became like a beacon at night.

Emperor nodded. “Yes, take our brother with him. Bedlam is the last and deadliest Master. With his last act, he paralyzed us. Penacles is the city of knowledge, and Purple is the master, he plans our strategy.” The latter was said to be almost reluctantly, as Gold did not care to remind his brothers who had actually taken the lead in those days.

“And now his land has been taken by Gryphon! How much longer do we have to wait before we attack? Generations of humans have since come and gone!” Black shook his head furiously.

“No successor. You know the deal. Thirteen Kingdoms, thirteen kings. Five and twenty dukedoms, five and twenty dukes. No one should break the agreement ..." For now, the emperor added to himself.

“While we wait for his successor, Lord Gryphon plans. Remember, he is known by the Masters.”

“Time will arrive. Probably soon.”

Black looked at his master warily. "What does that mean?"

“As a habit, I have taken the Purple dam as my own. The first hatching only resulted in small drakes, most of which were killed, of course. This hatching, however, looks more promising. ”

The other kings leaned forward. Hatching is the most important. Some bad hatcheries can threaten their clan with extinction.

“Only a handful of couplings turned out to be small male duck eggs. The majority is firerake. However, four eggs contain freckled ribbons!”

“Four!” That one word was like a shout of joy. Freckled ribbons, this is the sign of the King. Such an egg should be guarded, since the successors of the Dragon King were extremely rare.

“It will take weeks before hatching occurs. The dam guard against the mischievous little drake, not to mention scavengers of all shapes. If luck survives, they will all break free. ”

Black smiled, and the dragon smile was something sinister. "Then we will destroy this Gryphon Lord!"

“Maybe.”

All turn to Him who will dampen their joy. Once again, the ruler of Irillian by the Sea looked at them, his eyes challenging each of them to speak. When no one was going to protest, he shook his head sadly.

“None of you will listen! Should I talk again? Don't misunderstand me. This news brings me great happiness. Maybe my fear is unreasonable. Nevertheless, I have to speak, or I will always regret.”

“Then talk and finish! I'm tired of this ramble!”

Ignoring Black, the king of the East Sea continued. “I've felt such unease only once before. Last time, it signified the arrival of the Dragon Master.”

Sounded hiss rage—and, perhaps, fear—from more than one great king.

Black is smiling. “Actually, brother Blue, I have to apologize for myself. You have brought up the subject I want to discuss.”

The emperor shook his head. “This land is old. The Dragon Monarch has ruled for centuries, but our reign is still young compared to some previous races. Even now, traces of ancient power appeared. This emotion-movering of our subject may be very magical in nature. Still,” he paused for a moment and studied the cave, “we have tried to get rid of those who might have some sort of adjustment to those ancient ways. I know some humans are now alive who are a threat. ”

"There's one that might threaten us." His words were calm but firm. Without looking, everyone knew that Black had spoken again.

The occupants of the Gray Fog spread their wings confidently. The audience is his. “We know his family well. Exceptionally well. She is young, untrained, but her name is Cabe Bedlam.”

As one, the Dragon Monarch, even Gold, retreated slightly, as if he had just been bitten. “Damn it!” whispered by more than one voice.

The emperor screamed. “Why don't we know this man? Where is this demon witch hatchery? ”

“On the ground now held by Gryphon. Nathan Bedlam places the child, who is his grandson, in Mito Pica. Since this region is known for its spawning grounds of witches and the like, I sometimes send spies. It was one of those who found the human.”

Red growling. “You at least crossed two borders, brother! I wonder how many spies you have.”

“We all have ears and eyes. After all, this human being should be watched!”

"Why didn't you kill him?" ask the Green Dragon. “This is very different from you, Black. When did you become hesitant in pursuing your goals?”

Subduing his head obediently to the emperor, Black replied, "I wouldn't do it without my master's permission."

Gold grunting. "There's a first for everything, apparently."

"Did I get your permission?"

"No."

There's silence.

There's silence.

“With hatching in just a short time, I will not allow conflicts that can draw the Gryphon against us. He's cunning; he knows the importance of us putting a mottled ribbon egg. His agent could put us in danger in that. As long as the Bedlam calf stays in place and does not know the danger, we will leave it alone.”

“If we wait any longer, this young man can take his cursed ancestral robe!”

“Although so, we have to wait. When the hatchlings are strong enough, this last Bedlam will die. ”

He's settling back. "This council is over."

The Emperor leaned back and closed his eyes as if he was going to sleep, firmly ignoring his brothers from this moment on. Without saying a word, the Dragon Monarch spread out on his own. Their bodies shook and shrunk. The faces of the large reptiles drifted away until they once again became dragon helmets that covered an almost inhuman face. The wings pucker and the tail is no more. The front leg becomes the arm while the back is straightened.

After everything was done, the horsemen saluted their master and left the room. Gold didn't see them go.

The dark objects that had taken control of each horse waited as the wanderers took their mounts, and then staggered back into the vast and eternal night of the cave.

Out of the bronze gate, the Dragon Kings rode. Some were paired, others single, all following one path through the mountains. A wyvern, who had just woken up, inadvertently stuck his head into their path, and looked at his riders, pulled himself to one side and curled up. It doesn't move again until they pass.

At the end of the Tyber Mountains, the group is split, each separated, knowing that mortal humans will not pay too much attention to one rider. Those who dared to hinder them would only leap into death.

A rider, heading south, slowed down as his comrades disappeared from view. In front of him was a grove of small trees, and this was where he finally stopped. Staring into the darkness, he sat down to wait.

Waiting's short. Within minutes, he joined the other Dragon Kings. Without a word, they acknowledged each other's presence. There is no friendship in their actions; they just have the same goal and try to achieve it through the easiest way.

The newcomer pulled the large sword from its sheath and stretched it out, pointing first, to another. His partner grabbed forward and placed a bent hand at the end. His eyes shone brightly as strength gushed from him. It flowed through his arms, through his hands, and finally into the weapon itself.

......𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖏𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖓.......