Draco, entered his court with a fierce expression on his face. He was back because he needed to. His people needed him. And he needed to normalise things for his son. His ministers quickly rose from their seats, bowing in respect. But they looked unprepared. And some even looked uncomfortable. They definitely didn't seem to expect Draco to come back so soon. The Dragon Lord acknowledged their presence with a sharp nod and took his seat on the throne with a sharp twirl of his cloak. It sent a gust of wind which made all his ministers cover their eyes . His eyes scanned the room in the meantime, taking in the familiar surroundings that he had missed during his absence.One of the ministers, a small dragon with bright orange scales, cleared his throat. "Your Majesty, we are pleased to have you back in your rightful place."Draco's expression did not soften. "Thank you, Minister Glimmer. Now, let's get down to business. What affairs require my attention?"A dark green dragon stepped forw

I swore to be there for my son and my kingdom but for tonight, I was going to take time out for myself. I retreated to my chamber, feeling numb and hollow. The ache in my chest was unbearable, and I thought that the only way to cope with the pain was to drink until I passed out.I had not rested since I came around from my unconsciousness. I needed some rest. More like, I needed some moments of unconsciousness. I ordered maids to bring me the finest liquors in the kingdom and settled in for a long night of mourning. As I took my first sip, memories of Liana flooded my mind. My plan kind of back fired but her pain was as sweet as her essence. "Why did she have to leave me?" I asked myself, my voice slurring slightly. "I loved her with all my heart, and now she's gone."I took another swig of the drink and continued to mull over my loss. "She was so beautiful and kind, with a heart of gold. I never thought I could love a human, but she proved me wrong."My mind drifted back to the da

I crept through the streets as unnoticeably as possible.I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Every passerby seemed to stare at me suspiciously, their eyes lingering on my features. I had to keep my head down and blend in with the crowds if I wanted to avoid drawing attention to myself.The sounds of the marketplace filled my ears as I made my way towards the Royal palace. I could hear merchants shouting out their wares, the clinking of coins as they exchanged hands, and the flapping of wings as the dragons flew overhead. I looked around in awe. This world had always intrigued me. I remembered jumping around with my mother on the same streets when she was still alive. With her gone, I had given up on these light enjoyments that life had to offer. I shool my head hard, trying to ignore the distractions and focus on my mission.As I approached the palace gates, I spotted a group of guards came right in front of my path. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to think of a way pa

As I sored through the sky,towards the virgin mythical lands that would lead me towards the Netherworld, my heart began to race with excitement,a little fear and a lot of anticipation. I had heard stories of that dark and dangerous place, but nothing could have prepared me for what lay ahead.The mythical lands unfolded beneath me in a blur of vibrant colors and dizzying heights. I soared over snow-capped mountains, past sprawling forests and verdant meadows, and over crystal clear rivers that shimmered in the sunlight.But as I drew closer to the Netherworld, the scenery began to change. The sky darkened, and the air grew thick with a sense of foreboding. The once,beautiful landscape now twisted and distorted, the trees and plants withering and dying in my wake.I encountered fierce winds and powerful storms that threatened to knock me off course. Lightning flashed all around me, striking the earth with a deafening roar. It was as if the very elements themselves were fighting against

The battle raged on with a deafening cacophony of roars, screams, and blasts of fire and dark magic. The sky was shrouded in a thick veil of smoke and ash, and the ground trembled with the impact of every blow.The dragons, led by the fierce Master had been fighting tooth and claw to defend themselves from the undead demons of the Netherworld. The demons, however, seemed to have an endless supply of minions, and they had been slowly overpowering the dragons.Just when it seemed like all was lost, a voice boomed from the shadows of the Netherworld, startling both the dragons and the demons. The voice was deep and powerful, reverberating through the air like thunder."Hold on, dragons," the voice said. "Do not lose hope. For I am with you."The dragons looked around, trying to locate the source of the voice. They knew that the Netherworld was a place of darkness and evil, and they had never expected to hear anything but the cackles of demons and the screams of the damned.There was trick