Roasted and burnt. The smell mixes with the air and flies across the atmosphere. Amira's nose titters as the pungent smell enters through her nostrils. Her senses are awakened and before even realizing it, she finds herself standing in front of a great devastation she wouldn’t want to see. Her heart sinks seeing a town down in ashes. Roasted men scatter everywhere. Smoke evaporates from their blacked bodies. The horrifying tragedy leaves not even a single life around. Amira's heart slashes in two at the sight of a poor woman with a newborn baby on her arm. Behind the lady were three more kids, all burnt out and lifeless. She can only imagine their struggle and how they ended up that way. ‘Who could have done this?’ she asks herself. She’s unable to grasp how one can be so heartless. ‘Was it… Argon? How can he do this! Does he even have a heart?' Though in her veins, run the blood and soul of a dragon, the very same creature that created the horrible sight in front of her, she can't
"Trifecta!"Under the pale face of the midnight moon, Amira's voice echoes all over."Trifecta! I beg you to help me! Show yourself!"The cold breeze blows her cries away. Yet again she is unable to sense a response from the creature she's summoning. The woods have been silent toward her all day. Desperate to connect with the fairy who sent her to the mortal world, her feet bring her to where she has first seen this foreign land—the seaside in the city of Lavandel. However, this, too, plays deaf at her cries."There must be another way back and I must figure it out!"Amid her desperate attempt to think of ways, she suddenly halts, taken aback by the huge shadowy figure that hovers over her. Her mouth gapes open as she watches the creature fly passed her. The night is maybe dark but her eyes miss not identifying it. It's a dragon quite huge and terrorizing, resembling the one showing up in her dreams. As she takes a minute to process what it means, squeals and screams from here and
"Douman, that once was a little brother of mine. Has he accepted you as his own? He didn't introduce me to you, did he?"Amira just stares at Argon; her head is partly tilted. Her mind is full of questions. The words are battling to rush out of her mouth, but they can't simply outrun one another. And so, she's left with her mouth ajar."I know you have a lot to ask. Come with me and I shall tell you everything." Argon stretches his hand to Amira but she just stares at it. Soon after, Argon senses something's gushing toward his hand. He effortlessly swings his palm and the object diverts back to the source like a rushing fireball.Within a second, they heard a rough cry, "Uh!" It's Bruce. The stone he throws bounces on him and hits the side of his stomach. Now blood is spurting extensively from it."Bruce!" Missy, Liza, and Miguel cry. They're in shock at what happened. They reach out to their friend instantly. Even with their trembling hands, they try to calm their friend and put pre
"That Argon... I don't like him." Vanessa blurts out with a whimper. "What's his right to command all draconian to meet him? I wish Father will put him in the right place!" Vanessa continues, as she walks with Amira along the hall. They're to meet the most sovereign, Douman, in his chamber.Argon and Mandel have had a serious talk. To what it was all about, Amira has no idea. She doesn't want to meddle in their business, but her gut is sending her a warning. She fears what the dragons are going to do next. All she can hope for is for her kind to settle on the power they haveShe hasn't spoken to Argon, too. She doesn't want to speak to him but it's impossible now that they're in one kingdom. Besides, he has gotten hold of the Heart of Magic. Amira has to find ways to get it off of him. She's concerned he might use it for evil, just like what he did back when her mother was still alive. After knowing about the dreadful past from the mortal world, there's only one thing she wants to do:
In the gloaming forest by the dragons' lair rest the creatures that guard it by day. The night is silent and the robust trees are steady when all at once the pitter-patter sound of footsteps disturbs the stillness of the night. The wood fairies sprout from the trees and peep out to see what's causing the disturbance. The maiden sweating from her loose, white, nightdress is gasping for air as she frantically runs away. She is carrying something in her arms and it is wrapped around a thick, blue fabric. Her gasp for breath and solemn plea is not to be mistaken by the wood fairy she knows. But as the fairy attempts to approach, she is terrified by a huge, monstrous shadow flying around the forest. The maiden runs into the middle of the woods where the full moon illuminates best. She removes the blue hood on her head, uncovering a quite charming face that glimmers under the moonlight sky. The wind brushes her face and reveals the shining birth mark beside her r
Decades later... In the middle of the vast ocean stands a tall Draconian lady. Her wavy, red, turtleneck dress covers the mark on her upper spine and reveals a few scales of red and blue on her uncovered skin. The ocean waves around her dance while she composes herself, her face exhibiting calmness and serenity. This has been her escape home whenever she faces conflicts with her siblings, whenever they unify to put her down. This place has witnessed the incredible aura she possesses yet others have been blinded to. From a very far distance, along the shore, she hears her grandsire's calling. The footsteps of her lover have not escaped her sharp hearing too. "Amira," shouts a handsome brown-colored draconian who has just appeared f
"Aba," she mumbles, protesting her worries to her grandsire. "They can't do this!" She may stand a chance when it comes to combat for her aba Mandel has discreetly spent his free time training and honing her. What fears them is the fact that she can't shift and Alianah is extremely good in aerial fights. "I've been observing the six princesses and I can say that Princess Alianah possesses wit, agility, and great power among all others. She is the best fit for my prince Hasham. Amira can't fathom the thought of it, hence she speaks, "My apology for interrupting, but you are all aware that Prince Hasham and I share a special feeling. You can't just decide who is best for whom. We—"
The princesses quickly head to the wilderness to collect the gears visible to their eyes. Alianah advances with one sword and headgear while Amira has only a shield on her hand.Upon spotting a sword, Amira quickly jumps up the tree to get it, but her thigh is hit by a male draconian's foot, causing her to fall harshly on the ground."Is that all you can do?" the class B draconian mocks as he stands by the twig of the tree."Of course not," she responds and shakes the robust tree with her strong thrust, causing the threat to lose his balance and fall on the ground. But he's quick to prepare for a falling position, hence it doesn't twitch him that much.Regardless, Amira takes advantage of her frail atta