Sitting on top of the mansion, the black Dragon had its wings unfurled, soaking in the heat of the summer star as her closed eyes began to get invaded. "Bahamut, the Age of the Dragons has reached its peak. Nigh shall we be after the twilight has sparkled its last. Do you not see our offspring? How we are evolving? Size and power is not what it takes in a world of Man and Elf. The evolution of the Dragon is smaller and weaker." Looking around, the Dragon squinted at what was happening and once again, closed her eyes.
Finding herself in the dark brooding room of Albion, the gigantic bed that sat on top of a golden stage as the pure platinum Dragon sat quietly, looking straight at an equally large Dragon that had entered its chamber. Even though it's a mere recreation, not even the Black Dragon dares to challenge the celestial aura and presence that came with the chromatic winged beast.
"Almighty Albion, surely we can still thrive, should we discard our wings? Our unshakeable souls? Unbreakable scales and deathless souls with wills that only the Gods could match up to?"
"Ahahahah, you share the same eyes as your Father. One of my greatest Red Dragon Knights... but Bahamut, you did not choose to become a proper Dragon Noble. Nor did you raise a House with your name. Is finding a Mate that hard? Is a Chromatic Dragon not enough?"
"I apologize for my-"
"Do not apologize. I know how we pick our mates. But I do wonder what or whom will birth you an offspring. Your strength is impeccable, your will, stronger than most of the Dragon Gods beneath me."
"I do not know, Almighty Albion. But I stand by my choice. I will not discard my wings and scales for the body of Man."
"Then you shall perish alongside me. The Lizard people had shot down our hopes of power and it has opened the gates for Man and Elf to take the sword and stop the Demons. Tur is no longer ours to own but a mere foreign house that we are the visitors of."
"... I have seen the offspring of the Wyvern. The Drakes no longer even possess stone or metal scales. Their armor is nothing but rubber and their size, mere cottage of a size."
"Hrm. Sad as it is, our species has reached its Apex with me and the other Dragon Gods. I believe the time to ascend comes. When do you plan to go, Bahamut?"
"I do not plan to go to the open space, to our heaven. I will stay in the Void, Almighty Albion. I shall sleep there and if ever does the time come where Dragons will rule the world again, then I shall be there to lead the new generation."
"Ahahahaha, your hope never dies, Bahamut. It is a wonderful thought. But when you come back here, do watch out.
The construction of living spaces meant for the Human size is being built. Though they do say the Human Tongue can taste beef better. I wonder what our wonderfully bred cows taste like."
As she blinks, her vision fuzzles and the Dragon finds herself in her actual body that sat in the Abyss. Approaching her is a divine apparition of a woman as it finally reached her and stopped right above her nose.
The Dragon's giant golden eyes sees her as how a person would view an Ant. It's just that this one goes far beyond the imagination.
"Empress..."
"Indeed it is I. I do not wish to bring you harm. I merely want to speak to you personally."
"What has that God of yours said?"
"Go to Benber and touch the Bark of the Divine and convene. You have the power for it."
"Leave Master out of this."
“Of course, I’ve seen through your memories.” This made the Dragon's eye open wide, her iris locking into the visage of the Empress. “May I experience the second most important memory to you? I do not want to dwell in a Dragon's love so we may leave the first one to be but in return, I shall let you see my memories. A sign of mutual respect.” Bahamut was silent at first but then her eyes closed, like the headlights of an oncoming car suddenly disappearing in a dark night and embracing the Elf, a burning blinding light that didn’t even make her close her eyes.
With a swish of her hand, the Empress dissipates an oncoming stream of violet flames as the decaying True Dragon, with its scales and wings tapering and falling off kept on flying on nothing but the sheer will of his soul and the ancient magic he held, making him still able to keep afloat as the Lizardman on the back of his body, right between his wings strikes another oddly tipped spear of brazen colors as it exhausts a disgusting aura.
Around her, the Dragons were fighting tooth and nail against a far lesser species, but their durability was astounding, shrugging off getting half of their entire bodies eaten in one go and the Dragons wouldn’t even allow their flesh to stay long in their mouths, quickly spitting it out as they held streaks of elemental magics on there gigantic hands as the Lizardmen kept on falling from there armored birds that were far more agile than most Dragons could ever hope to be even with there wind and gravity magic.
Those who’d miss there mark would quickly get picked up by another Great Bird, making the fight an annoying one for the Dragons as one by one, they get speared and start to decay. One of them, with its wings already in all but bones, puts out one last massive roar as he loses control and falls down into the clouds.
As if to respond to the battlecry, the other Dragons scream as the Empress quickly loses altitude as two Dragons collide midair, there addon plate armor on top of there already impenetrable scales made a loud clang as she finds herself on a lower altitude where the Wyverns were already in a handful of numbers.
Formerly vast in their numbers, the Wyverns were now mostly corpses on the open plains far below as the Human grunts led by an Ancient Dragon Priestess continued the charge into the Lizard Army.
Though the Humans under the Dragons were more than well armed and equipped, even after the long brutal and drawn out battle, still magnificent in there stature and poise, the Lizardmen were as equally strong, though boasting only thick leather armor, there agility cannot be matched by a normal person as the cavalry charge on the front relentless drilled into the centerline of the Swamp Army.
The Dragon Priestess stood out from the battered Humans, even through the blood and gore, her pale skin and the thin white veil she wore made her pretty face a mere passing visage to those near her as she wielded an Ultra Sword that’s made out of primordial metals.
Coming out to meet her was a Lizard whose body is that of an iguana and only wielded an enchanted Lance that challenged the Dragoness in her charge as her men and their horses ran over the center army.
No words were exchanged as the Priestess quickly shapeshifted into her Dragon form, that of a white chrome four winged beast, with four legs and horns of great shine. Her sudden explosion into the massive form broke the army of the Lizards, prompting their ancient cannons to open fire at her, the shells bouncing off her armor as she opened her wings to shield her Humans from her breath.
The flames were so strong even the Empress had to turn away for a bit as the Lizardmen all got cooked, but only those a few hundred meters to her were permanently dead. The rest were quickly self-regenerating their scaly skins while the others merely mocked her with a smile to their burnt out bodies. Completely unaffected by it all.
She then breathes in even more from before. “Men of the Third and Seventh! Cower and believe in my scales!” The Knights in front and Grunts in the back all got on their knees, removing their helmets and stabbing their swords into the soil as they lowered their heads in prayer.
Looking at the distance from the chromatic Dragon was the ocean, and there, the Lizards had erected a gigantic wooden statue of some centipede-reptilian like creature with a crown, it stood at a few kilometers wide and kilometers tall to the point that its frills on its back had covered a large portion of the horizon.
There she notices a familiar Black Dragon, flying alongside hundreds of other True Dragons and thousands of Wyverns. All circling and clearing out the Lizardmens armored metal ships, preventing them from bombarding the shoreline as a gigantic laser beam is emitted below her and it creates a deep trench that leads into the ocean where a massive fume of steam was created.
It hit the statue itself but was deflected by an invisible barrier around it as the Empress flew towards the center of it all and on the largest metal ship that was sitting east of the statue. Coming closer to it, the vessel is more like a floating fortress with anti Dragon weapons all around as the corpses of one True Dragon and hundreds of Wyverns floated around. Their divine red blood cleanses the waters.
This would then make those stricken with the Spears on their back to dive into the ocean water. Stopping the decay of their bodies as the Empress lands on top of Bahamut. “Drohus Sasmuan! Birtho!” looking to the right, the green True Dragon was too late in its reaction as a hair thin beam of gold went straight through his head, instantly killing him.
“What a battle. May I ask why a mountain sized turtle is carrying this statue that could reach the heavens?”
“It is a profane Icon of Xery’lyes. The creator of the Lizardfolk, a once proud Dragon God he was.”
Bahamut then violently swerves as a familiar face enters her peripheral. “Thorbolt! How was the Cult of Bahamut?” This made the Green Dragon tilt his head. “Why do you speak in Human tongue, Bahamut? I believe this is the first time you used their language.” Even with all of the chaos and death around them, the two Dragons were nonchalant to it as they conversed casually.
“That is not important. Have my people done their objective?” Thorbolt nods. “The Western most shoreline is cleared, but Sula is having a hard time so it seems.” Bahamut then veers into him, making the Green Dragon cut all of his lift as another hair thin beam was shot. This time, aimed right at her head. This made the Black Dragon turn her attention to the Crowned Lizardman on the Floating Fortress.
Made of pure platinum and diamonds, adorned with the prettiest of sapphires as he donned an armor of metallic purple paint, he looks at the statue and throws his ten foot long golden Lance at it.
“We were too late, Long ear. Sula was unable to break their center army.” Looking at the shoreline, the center was the one that was defended the most, and where the Dragons corpses littered. Cannons and specialized powerful Lizards were all concentrated there with the most talented of their mages.
“For the first time in eons, the Dragons' unlimited strength was challenged.” The white chrome dragon then shifted back to her Human form, making a break for the heart of the pallside complex where a massive golden orb was situated.
They were throwing the flesh and scales of dead Dragons into it as countless arrows were aimed at her lanky Human form. But with her mastery at magic, she’d oftentimes just whisk past them and those lucky enough to have aimed correctly would have their arrows shot straight back at them.
As she was on the verge of reaching the golden orb on the fortified compound, a Reptilian Humanoid with a Longsword stands in front of her as her army wreaks havoc. “You're too late. The Lance of Yup’xen has landed.” The Priestess just rudely throws her Ultra Sword at the Reptile, making him hiss in return as he dodges it and the blade makes contact with the orb’s shield.
The shoreline fortress was surrounded by the armies of the Dragons and their Human believers. There was no way out as they had become outnumbered but the Reptilian didn’t back down even as the walls on his sides were about to fall by the combined strength of Man and Draco.
A crackle of glass then ignites the atmosphere, the Reptile in his segmented plate armor quickly pulling the Ultra Sword out of the barrier as it uses his own magic to repair the hole as the Orb begins to glow.
The Priestess then swerved around him and implanted her sword into the shield. “By Albions light! You shall die here with me, Prince of the Swamplands!” The barrier completely shatters just as the orb explodes and a gigantic beam is sent upward into the cosmos and something replies in its dark depths.
Bahamut just kept on flying in a circle as the Dragons all looked up and another beam was shot back down into the wooden statue which began to violently shake till the wood started to chip off and inside, a skin of a living creature.
The ocean then begins to shake as the massive turtle underneath them raises its gigantic head out of the water, dwarfing even Bahamut’s size as it suddenly just goes silent and then dies. The crash of its head into the ocean caused a tsunami that was headed to the shoreline towns and cities hundreds to thousands of nautical miles away.
The Black Dragon though just looked up, anticipating something. “Look high, Long ear. Cower in fear of the Dragon God of the Dragon Gods. Albion.” The Empress who was leaning into Bahamut’s tall horns felt the air shake, the mana around them getting sucked by something as a Platinum Dragon appeared.
Its size took up One-Third of the Continent and its wingspan brought night to entire swathes of regions and even cast an inescapable veil of shadow on the battlefield. The Dragons all stay silent as the statue then bursts into an incredible lightshow and appears as the God the Lizards.
The only Dragonic left on it was the scales its centipede body had as it shot straight up to the exosphere of Tur where Albions head quickly dodges it. “ALBIIIOOOON! THOU HATH CASTED THEE TO THIS REAM! I SHALL TAKE THINE WINGS AND BURN IT RIGHTFULLY!” The Platinum Dragon just had a painful look on his face as a sword whose size was that of two skyscrapers pierced Xery'lyes body.
But it didn’t bleed, instead, its black scales taking over his blade which forced Albion to pull it out. “THE AGE OF YOUR RULE IS OVER!” Albion then starts to hover as he follows the long body of Xery'lyes, slowly wrapping and closing into him as his wings flapped even harder, causing all the clouds on the entire continent to be pushed away.
Bahamut though had started to ascend. “Thorbolt! With me now!” Seeing his friend, the Green Dragon does as he is told and tails behind the Black Dragon as they flew into an altitude as the entire continent started to shake. Even the Empress couldn’t be helped but show a bit of surprise and amusement.
The God Xery'lyes lifts the entirety of what was to become the Dark Continent. It didn’t need to speak of any ancient spells nor cast anything, doing it all as if it had rightful ownership to the planet.
With this, the mountains and the valleys to the open terrain started to shapeshift into spikes, engulfing Albion who was already being surrounded by the long body of Xery'lyes.
“Aren’t you going to help your God?”
“This is a Dragon that’s been asked to a duel. Nothing can be as honorable as this.” Bahamut then looks down to the Humans who were all showered in fear but even still, she could feel the hope in them. “Besides, in the end, even I was just a mere peon to a grander battle.”
The Lizard King, distraught by the sight of his son the Prince getting hoisted up on the shoreline by a Dragon had all of his riches thrown into a firepit that sat deep inside his floating fortress.
This then conjured magic that only Gods could do and with this power, he shifts multiple regions into a Spear. Even thousands of miles away, one could see it and Albion who was in the middle of his duel pushes through Xery'lyes body as the wrapping tightens around him and the continent enclosed.
A massive rang is then heard as the Platinum Dragon forces its way out of the continent and the God that tried to engulf it. Flapping his monumental wings, he reaches space where the Sun of Tur directly hits his scales, the refraction so pure and beautiful that it blinded everyone on that side of the planet.
Even the God Xery'lyes who was just a kilometer behind him, its long body still protruding out of the ocean as he reached space had to conjure his Lances and pointed it at Albion before looking away and throwing one.
The Platinum Dragon dodges it without effort but the incredible Spear that was created by the Lizard King shot through the floating continent and into him. Shooting down the Dragon God.
Even from below, the Dragons could see their God falling down. Many are just speechless at the impossible sight. “If only Mars was here…” the Empress though could see the Dragons had started to retreat, flying towards a floating Isle far off in the distance as Xery'lyes with both of its Lances spread its arms in space and calls down upon the Angels from the farthest Heavens.
“Bahamut! Taz’irk bir! Mii’trov unt dulash!”
“It is over, Thorbolt. The Age of the Dragons will never return.”
Closing her eyes again, Bahamut finds herself back in the Abyss and the Empress floating in front of her. “Now, tell me. What had the Goddess Forrus shown you? This should be enough for her, yes?” Empress Bannah nods and she finds herself in her Human form as she is shown a gazebo on top of a cloud.
It's surrounded by pretty flowers with deers frolicking about and inside the gazebo was a silhouette that she’s never seen before.
Back in the Void, the Empress slowly starts floating away. “Thank you, on behalf of the Elven Empire. A Dragon showing its weakest side is an occurrence that can only happen once. In return, I shall support my Husband’s plan. You won’t be the only one to offer something precious.” As she disappears, the Dragon God rests its head once again and closes its eyes.
Waking up back in reality, the Dragon returns to her daily routine, strutting around the Mansion tiles in her small form, Bahamut would crawl up and down the pillars and glide from hedge to hedge then to the nearest tree at the garden after her escapades on the roof. Eating whatever critter or fruit she’d find along the way. Though occasionally, her eyes would dolt over to something. As if she felt the presence of a spatial disturbance.
The small armored lizard was also being chased by the Gardeners and the Servants as she kept to herself, ignoring their cries. “Goddess! Please! Don’t eat them! The plants need these creatures!” as she flew to the roof, two robed people on horseback entered the front yard. The heavy amulets that hang by their necklace show a radiant tree as they keep their heads down.
One of the servants then walked up to them and bowed elegantly. “We’ve come from the University of Benber the Pilot. We demand to see this alleged Goddess on behalf of Curator Magices Paolsus Ulmig. The Empress had given us full authority to converse with her without the need of rituals.'' The Elf servant then turns around and walks back inside, his hands together and his back slouched down. “Pfft. To think we bought ourselves out of Antiquity just to end up enslaving and enserving our own kind.” as Bahamut crawls on the ceiling, hearing the commotion of the servants looking for her, she unfurls her wings and glides around a bit more.
Looking at the hooded figures, she could feel the heat of their Mana from far away, as if it's enough to fill an entire farmland just by its mere presence alone that’s being skillfully kept limited by its user. Whilst her, being in such a small form and having perfected to control her presence was nothing more than that of a bird was still detected by them which made her eyes dolt towards them only.
One of the servants returned, profusely bowing and apologizing as one of them lifted her hand and the Dragon felt an instantaneous wave of magic hit a kilometer around the area and upon looking back down, the two robed figures were looking up. Revealing their sharp long ears and ponytailed hair that’s seamlessly combed to perfection. As if one were to touch it, their finger would just slip down to their long neck.
“By Forrus’ everlasting love and care. A true God walking amongst us…” Looking up, the Mana they are seeing was far beyond that of the city. It could engulf all of the atmosphere if this creature who was annoyed hadn’t stopped it.
“What do you want from me, long ears?” their horses jump and gallop as they swiftly turn their rides head to behind where a woman in a dark gothic funeral gown with a veil and dragon crown over her head stood as still as the concrete walls around the mansion. “Are you… the one named Bahamut? Goddess of the Void?” she nods. “Curator Ulmig wants to give this to you. We shall wait for your answer.” reaching for the inside of his sleeves, the Elf hands her an elegantly made letter with a seal stamp of a radiant tree on it.
Opening it, she merely had to take a quick peek and close it without any care. The two robed Elves just looked at one another in confusion as they eagerly waited for her reply. “Pfft. You had me for free food, Empress.” They smile and nod. “Shall you follow us then? We are heading to the Suria-Unthium where a teleporter to Oceanowa awaits.”
This made the Dragon’s eyes sparkle for a moment. “Ah, so that’s what I felt. Do you Elves know how dangerous of a magic this is?” the robed Elf quickly replied with a bow and nod. “Of course. I presume you felt the slight imperfections of our teleportation? Worry not. We have been training since University in this art. We know how to fix and contain it.” though the Dragon wasn’t amused by this answer, still checking around them as she silently stood still. “This is a waste of energy, having to always fix the imperfections of your devices with your own magic.”
Turning around, the Dragon in her gown walks into the carriage and the two Scholarly Elves bow at the servants as they hop into the coach that bears the seal of the Sinking City.
The clatter of the hooves of their horses noisily run through the upper level neighborhood as they head straight for the center of the city where the massive dome of the Elite rests for all to be reminded of the heart of the Empire.
Through the busy streets, no one stopped the fast riders as they went underground with Bahamut closely behind them in her own carriage. Here, she was then taken to an elevator that headed to the upper levels inside the left wing. Elves were pushing carts of paperwork and food around, everyone stepping aside to give the two space as the Dragon in her small form flew just below the ceiling wherein they soon reached an older part of the glistening white concrete building.
There, the Guards with their avian decor on their armor and helm bow as they open the door which led to a functioning teleporter. The complex multilayered sigil on the floor lit a color blue as they stepped into it and with a blink of an eye, Bahamut’s nose was invaded by an overwhelming salty scent.
In Front of her, stood one young looking Elf. He takes a knee and lifts up with both hands a piece of meat. The Dragon’s tongue licks her mouth as she turns into a Human. Taking the meat with to her surprise, thin slices of salmon with a dark colored sauce on top of it. She uses her hands, lightly lifting her veil, revealing the predatory teeth her mouth has as she eats it all within a second. “Hm. Tastes very good.”
“Thank you Goddess, this meal is a local delicacy called Ben-Tai. I am pleased to know you love it as much as I do.” Putting her hands on her hips, she tilts her head. Shifting it from left to right as the Elf stood up and handed the empty plate to one of the Scholars next to him.
“May I be able to get your help on something that might not only make us one step closer to her Goddess Forrus, but also the date of when the hordes of the Underworld unleashes its armies onto the physical world. The Empress has told me via Communication Orb that you can force a connection to our divine.” This made her step forward, and the man smiled.
“I am sure my two students have told you my name, I am Curator Magices Paolsus Ulmig. Head of the Empire’s entire research and development of Magic. I welcome thee, Goddess Bahamut to the University of Benber the Pilot. The first person who circumnavigated the world and drew the first map of our globe. An Elf with an ancestral connection to the now long extinct Sea Elves.” Dusting his knees and robes, he turns around and starts walking to the massive doors.
Crossing into the other side, Bahamut had to lift her hands as the foreign star’s shine was peering through the numerous glass windows of the institution. Curious, she ignores the Curator of Magic and heads to the window first where she gets a full view of Oceanowa. The university sat on top of a big hill, where below it were the many houses and buildings that overlooked the ocean, where the streets still continued on. Floating on top of the seas and with special barrels under the street were kept stable and walkable even by the strong current entering the mouth of the shoreline.
But what got her attention wasn’t the floating streets and buildings that sat atop the waters, but the massive 200 ft tall statue of an Elf in a toga, holding up above him was the Mother Tree and a ship that she’s cradling, its wooden hull having branches growing out of it as his legs spread apart to make way for the metal and wooden merchant and warships of the Empire. With their elegant aerodynamic design that puts quality and essence over everything else. The polish of the metal on these ships were gold and silver, the sails having chromed posts whilst everything was controlled by pulleys and magic.
She stayed silent, watching over the morning vibrancy of the major city by the ocean as the people got on with their usual life, with seafood being the main delicacy alongside avian meat. Though they did not have any Dragon Towers, the seaport was more than lively enough, having even Non Elves present though regulated only in certain parts of the city.
“Isn’t it a wonderful sight, Goddess? The Colossus of Oceanowa is its name. That Elf before you is Daresh, the first Elf to walk the Mortal Realm. The first Elf to surrender his Great Elf status to become mortal and defend the creation of our Goddess.” She then turns around and doesn't move, prompting the Elf to immediately start walking with his troupe of scholars behind the two of them, all in their mysterious robes. “The city itself is as old as time. Formerly, it was a small fishing community that lived by the Sea Elves. Though our Naval Cousins had long returned to Alioloc as Great Elves once again.” Sat inside the main atrium of the University of Benber, through the many glass windows, the Dragon could see the sight of another Spectral Tree.
With the personnel, the only thing that distinguished them apart from their varying heights was the color outline of their white robes. Some have purple, green, gold, copper, and silver. The ceiling high above had a long skylight that led towards the main wing. The building itself was far from the more elegant Elven ones, this one having concrete and brass instead of marble and elegant tiling but nonetheless, the Elves did not waste their effort in making it look pleasing.
There was still art on every corner, most of it being the Scientists, Mages, and Academic Scholars and their adventures and misadventures throughout the ages, the entire place had a white and blue hue to its already heavy and scientific atmosphere. “We’ve announced no classes today and suspension of all testing. Goddess, this is how important this day is to us. The Empress herself, under the approval of the Emperor, has given you access to something only the best of the country could see.” leading her to the main lobby, the half moon shaped reception desk had a mechanical oddity standing on it as the Golden Spectral Tree sat behind it.
This doll had the shape of an Elf, yet with visible joints and no face to show but an oval shape of chrome. “Handler, open the elevator to the Tree of Forrus.” the mechanical person then nods. “Of course, Curator. Goddess, welcome to the University of Benber the Pilot. I am Handler, the Automatron of the Ground Floor.'' Though having no mouth, the machination was able to express not only words but also tone and personality through his elegant and light hearted voice. “I believe you’ll find my sister on the ground floor, she is a bit of an ecstatic person, so do forgive her.”
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The pillar behind him, having two doors then swing open and the Curator bows and lets her step in it first as the Spectral Tree not far from it had ghostly Elves appear, watching the Goddess go under the university as they shift their appearance, from that of a Great Elf to a Sea Elf. Having longer and lankier hands and arms whilst their already pale skin looking deathly in its colors.
Bahamut felt the ancient and primordial smell and looked up to see the Sea Elves with their unusually long arms watching her. Detecting nothing threatening with them, the Dragon hops in and soon, the High Elves follow. Rather than making the best of the space around the tight circular elevator, the Scholars in there robes all crumpled up behind her. Giving the Curator and Goddess ample space as they squeeze themselves behind them.
Looking back, she gestures for them to get close. But she was merely met with bows and smiles full of adoration. “I’d like to apologize on their behalf, Goddess. We have no idea what Dragons from the other world are like. They merely do not wish to offend you.” she scoffs and crosses her arms. “Dragons are perfect in their form. We aren’t any different from the Dragons you’d see here or in other worlds. No matter what dimension or universe, there will always be a Dragon with four legs and two horns and two wings.”
The Curator then widens his eyes and the Scholars all took one itsy bitsy step forward making Bahamut sigh.
In Front of her, the glass doors of the elevator were just showing a brass panel with blue light on its sides. Alluring and hypnotizing, she puts her right hand on her hip and starts tapping her shoe. “I apologize for the long ride, Goddess.” she lifts her left hand and sways it rudely at him. “Bah. I have all the time in the universe. Just why did you specifically ask for me, long ears?”
He bows first, putting his hands inside his robes sleeves. “Have you known of the relationship between Goddess Forrus and God Dragonoth?” she shrugs her head. “As if I care for the dealings of the Gods of this world. As long as they don’t mess with me or Master or those who Master cares for, I don’t care.” whispers were then heard behind them but Ulmig raises his hand and everyone silences.
“It is said that in the time when we Elves were still in the world of the Gods. The Dragons and their God not only helped Forrus, but also tended to the balance of the world and in return, Forrus gave the Dragons dominion over those she created. Forest, Sea, Fire, Swamp and many other types of Dragons were then birthed.'' He then lifts his hand and reveals both his hands, there, an image of the Mother Tree and the Dragon God of Threa on each of his hands. The animated magical outlines were so realistic it was as if he had bought miniatures with him.
“When the Foreign Gods came to pollute the lands with their Evil, their poison of greed, lust, and vanity. The Great Elves were sent down from the Heavens to protect what Forrus made, and with her relationship with the God of Dragons, Dragonoth sent down his fiercest Dragons to help protect the Mother Tree.'' He then closes the gap between his hands.
On it shows tribal Elves of varying types, some even naturally winged and avian alongside those below on horseback wielding primitive spears and short pikes whilst others used their hands to tame magic as forces from another world, dropping below from the skies in there profane portals invaded and wretched as far the eye could see.
Slowly, the Elven tribes began to have arguments as casualties piled up. Some formed their own societies and communities to better cultivate a proper army while another began to build a haste defense around the Mother Tree in the form of a massive forest where creatures that linger would be enough to destroy even an Ancient Demon and the soil of the marshland soft enough to sink any army.
But the Demonic Forces didn’t stop, with their Alien technology. Wearing metallic armor and having avian corps of themselves, they reached the Mother Tree after a brutal and heinous jungle warfare. “Man was still ignorant at this time, afraid of magic and afraid of everything. It was up to us to protect the Tree that the Goddess had made to flourish not only her power but of the entirety of the Twelve Gods.” but as the walls came down and the Demons were on the verge of burning it, what could be nothing more than a barrage of orbital lasers came from the Heavens.
Coming down from the clouds were Dragons of massive sizes. Sweeping away the Demon Army as one, Red Dragon flew towards the Demon King and swept him up and ate the Godlike being with one fell swoop. “That’s King Augustus of the Sky Kingdom of the Red Dragon Tribe who is now with the Party of the Sword Saint.” and then another Dragon came, this one feathered with white and holding four wings and four horns, she flew straight to the largest portal where upon a concentration of her magic, was able to close it, collapsing the thousand others that spread throughout the world as she then began to clean up the now trapped Demons. “Queen Catherine, her action stopped the plans of the Demons and with King Augustus, thus, saved the world.”
The small movie happening on his hands then switches as it shows Forrus in her amazing toga of translucent color with how thin it was and perfection walking from the bark of the Mother Tree. Behind her, was a Dragon whose eyes were so big only a fraction of pupils can be seen peering through the dimensional hole. The two Dragon Gods sent by Dragonoth was then blessed by Forrus as the Elves stood on the sidelines bowing to their Goddess in fealty and loyalty. With a wave of her hand, all their wounds, broken and lost limbs were back while the two Dragons were gestured to come closer.
He then lifts his head up and looks at her eyes. “Goddess, this is why I called for you, specifically. Look closely.'' The two Dragon Gods then walk past Forrus and there, with a touch of their hand, closes the dimensional hole. “Hm? What’s that about?” He then changes the scene to where the two Dragon Gods and Forrus were talking.
“And in time, you shall be given herald to my Tree. My gift to all those living in Lunaris and all those who walk on her surface. Dragons, I thank you for saving what was eons of work. The Twelve Gods owe you a great debt. If need be, call upon the Tree and we shall help you and guide you.” She then turns around, the Mother Tree opening once again to a piercing white light. “Calamity will befall this, now that the Gods of the Unknown have found this paradise we’ve built. We will sleep and hope no one else knows of this, we will hide our power, and influence. All we ask of you is to pray and give tribute to us as you flourish and take upon what we’ve made and…” she turns around and starts walking towards the light.
“Win.”
He closes his hands and breathes a long sigh. “Goddess, we have an idea of when it may come, the Empress is the one personally funding this project. But you can beckon the power of the Gods that made this world and give us accurate data. The Empress is sadly limited in her action, but you as a Dragon do not abide by our strict rules and rituals. You may also be able to find some answers that you might be looking for.” she lifts her hand up into her veil, rubbing her sharp shin and nodding only once.
After a few more minutes, the elevator stops and the glass elevator doors swing open in full view of a massive stage of bronze and gold, on top of it. A magnificent floating Mother Tree of smaller size with twelve rings circling around it. On the sides of the purple carpet, bowing were Elves of Oceanowa’s higher society. All wearing grand robes and togas, the wreaths on top of their hidden heads denoted their ranks and the money they hold.
“What a device…” a single look, Bahamut understood what was before her. It was enough to even make her clench her fist at the deviousness that was in front of the Divine Dragon. “Do not worry, Goddess. We are Elves. To us, there is nothing more terrible than Science used so freely without a hint of conscience. Unlike the Humans and their ruinous pursuit of knowledge.” he then walks ahead of her and proceeds to join the line. Bowing. “No, that is not what I am angry about.”
Breathing out, she takes a step forward into the carpet and the Elves all take a knee as she approaches the device. The floating rings of gold and marked with jewelry going in different directions and speed was all she could hear in the silent room.
Walking towards the device, the line led her to an elevated control panel where a Guard then approached her with a robed Elf. Upon reaching it, the person went into his sleeves and with the Guard, proceeded to put their keys into two holes in unison. In three seconds, they turn it to the left and right, making the device make a low hum as the rings around the miniature Mother Tree stop.
With a good point of view, she turns around and notices there were Humans, those of the Holy See on the sidelines, kneeling in the shadows and with them, were also of the same species but with a different smell and different clothing. These ones wore laced robes of crimson and fire. “Goddess, communicate with the Tree. Talk to the Gods and let us know when it will fully come.” Looking back, the Dragon looked up to the magnum opus of the Elves.
Revealing her blackish dragon wings, the Goddess slowly floated up to it and upon a sniff. Reached out her hand.
With a flash of light, she finds herself inside a city. Her eyes twinkled at what was infront of her as a shadow loomed overhead and to her back, she looked to the skies where hundreds and hundreds of Dragons filled the skies and the towering structures of the Dragon people.
Looking forward, were Humans. Yet they were built so differently. Rather than looking average, they all were the idealistic form of what a person would wish to look. Handsome, tall, beautiful, alluring. These were not Humans at all, but her kind in the form of the Man.
One of the green Dragons flew low, nearly clipping the roofs of the buildings as it furled its wings onto its body and turned into a Human as it entered a tower. “Oh! Bahamut Dre Lee Volguah! You’ve come to the city and in such a form!” She turns around and tilts her head. Her eyes were unable to believe who was with her. “Oywnynch?” running towards her is another woman. Wearing a simple commoners outfit. Her beauty flared with her brown hair and green eyes and attacked the Dragon God with a bare hug. Lifting her up off her feet and wiggling her to sickness.
“Ugh… Oywnynch. Let me down… ugh.” she was then let down as the Dragon lady swirls in her outfit.
“It’s great isn’t it? This form is something! Small, compact, and cute!” taking Bahamut by the hand. She drags the woman to a nearby Temple. “Look! It's Priestess Vayke!” sweeping the holy ground with her broom. The woman in a white and red shrine dress, that of a white robe and red trouser skirt. The woman with her long red hair ponytail led held by a red ribbon. She had a solemn atmosphere to her as she brushed along in silence.
Sneaking up behind the two, a tall bearded man in green bulky armor wrapped his hands around them. “AH! If it is not Bahamut! I thought you weren’t the type to be in this form? Ahahahaha~!” turning her head to the left, she sees Thorbolt in his prime. Youthful and his Mana being tentimes than when they met in the foreign world.
“Hm? What? Why do you look at me like that? Come on! Let us eat! We must celebrate you finally accepting this form! Look! The floating Isle’s reconstruction is in full swing! With this, we may house more Dragons in our cities. Have you also tasted Highland Cow beef in this form? Human taste buds are great!” Not even be able to speak more, she was then dragged out of the front arch to the Shrine to Albion while Vayke only looked in curiosity as to what the loud commotion was about before she went back to minding her own business.
Walking along the main road of the city of Dragons. The architecture was familiar to her, normal even. It made the Dragon God even feel a tinge of reminisce as the culture around her was what she was not only used to, but grew up in yet in a different light.
No longer were the Dragons always in their mighty form. Now taking the body of Man as they walked around and dressed like them. Even her, as she looked down on her body. Even with her pale complexion, curvy and petite body that’s befitting of a Princess and long untied black hair.
The raggedy woolen tunic and white apron she wore was out of place with someone with her looks. Though the same could be said to her friend who looks more like a Slave than a Dragon.
They then reach a restaurant with already prepared food. Thorbolt raising his hands and showing his thumb, index and middle finger with a smile on his face. “Three of that cured highland cow meat of yours Llyncowlyd! Extra gravy!” as she sat down on the table. The man then came with their food on glistening golden plates. “Ah! Grand Dragon Bahamut! How good it is to see you here blessing my restaurant! I’ve heard from the Council that you might be the next candidate for Godhood. I wish you luck for Albion's luck! Bahahaha!”
“A-Albion?” the man tilts his head as he gives them their food. “Don’t tell me turning into that form has made you easy to forget! Ahahahaha, we can’t have a Grand Elder Dragon becoming forgetful like a mortal!” dusting his hands, the young good looking and fit man turns around back to his counter taking more orders. As if she was caught winded by the entire thing, she tried to scour her head, making sure it's nothing but a memory but yet, there was never such a time nor moment.
“Come on! Eat!” With Thorbolt patting her on the back, she looks down on the plate in front of her then up again to the ceiling. Amongst the wood were metallic spars and thick concrete on the pillars and support structures of the buildings as the occasional low flying Dragon that would shake the ground. “W-wait… I am confused. How did I reach this place? Such odd feeling, am I actually here?”
She then eats her plate in one go and stands up, walking back outside to see the Kingdom of the Dragons still alive and well. The Tower City had its usual busy afternoon as her kin went left and right transporting goods. Following her, the two just rest their hands on her shoulders. “Bahamut? What has come into you? Has your fight with Mars done something to your head?” she shrugs and turns around. “Have we won the war against the Zirthans? Had they been defeated? The Lizard King, did he not wound our God?”
Oywnynch looked to Thorbolt and a sad expression rolls into her face. “Bahamut, we won but don’t you remember? Most of the Dragon Lords are dead, Albion has made a decree that we are to take this form and consolidate our numbers as he is mortally wounded by the God of the Lizards.” the Black Dragon just sighs. Slouching forward as the massive towers around her kept itself busy. “Ah, so it's not different.”
Below her, automatrons scatter into the wide open street as they start picking up litter with their mechanical arms. Powered by gems on their back, the Dragons let them be as they carried on with their tasks. Bahamut on the other hand acclimates once again to her surroundings, breathing in the air, she can’t help but shed a tear to the familiar scent of her kind all around her, whichever direction she’d face, the Dragon could smell a Dragon not far and turns to the Cathedral-like Fortress in the middle of the city.
Unfurling her wings, she takes flight. Prompting the two to follow closely as they flew on top of the Kingdom’s Capital. Looking around, the city was located on a floating isle. Its width spans onto the horizon whilst having smaller floating islands connected to it via metallic tethers and massive bridges used by the Dragons to cart trains of cargo across.
Each building was beautifully carved with the touch of the ancient winged reptiles. With the tower roofs having avian wings whilst the walls were carefully engraved with the legendary four legged Dragons and located in the middle of the sprawling capital, was a Fortress of magnanimous size. With the front door being as tall as an eight story building.
She switches her form into a Dragon and flies into the gigantic mall in front of the Cathedral Fortress. Guarding it was an ancient primordial magic barrier that not even she could easily go through, forcing her to go to the front gates that were as huge as a hotel. The chains that’d pull it open were the size of barn houses as the Golden Metallic Dragons that stood guard of it immediately detected the powerful being coming towards them.
They wore polished silver armor on top of their already insanely tough and magical skin of pure Gold. With four legs, they stood as still as a statue as a Black Dragon landed before them.
She didn’t make a crash as two small Humanoid figures with wings hovered around her head.
“Halt. Lady Bahamut. What is your business with his Holiness?”
“I’ve come to ask.”
“Make an appointment, Lady Bahamut. How many times do we have to remind you that you cannot just freely waltz into the Cathedral of the Dragon Gods without having permission of-” she ignores them and starts walking towards the gate. This made the two Golden Dragons stand on their hind legs and opened their five fingered hands with their claws out for war and Spears of alluring metallic color appeared. Ready to strike the Black Dragon.
Without care, they point it down towards her, making the Black Dragon stop on her feet. “Do you really wanna do this? The Council of High Dragons have already admitted me into their Ranks. It won’t take long for me to become a titled Dragon God.” The two Golden Dragons looked at each other then back to her. “Till you’ve gotten that title. You are not to enter this Holy Site without permission or a letter of admission.” Angry, Bahamut lifts her head up and points it to the skies.
Oywnynch and Thorbolt both ran to the buildings as she breathed in and soon let out a terrifying roar that could be heard from miles away. Her roar was so strong the thick windows of the Dragon buildings shook in absolute fear as the ones flying above the city all looked down at the Black Dragon and started to circle around her.
One by one, they started to roar back as the colossal wooden doors of the Cathedral swung open and soon, the Gate where a four winged and legged chrome white Dragon appeared. “Ah, Bahamut. Have you come again to protest about Albions decree again? Do you hate Humans that much? Sula’s death might not have been in vain if you could just listen.” The Chrome White Dragon had a deep motherly voice to her, and unlike the Male Dragons, she was more slender and had a longer neck and the ray of Tur’s Sun would make her glow a translucent color, giving her a vibrant appeal as the Golden Dragons all lowered their heads.
Though the same cannot be said to Bahamut, whose body was full of armored scales that covered her more Feminine Dragonic aspects, being not as showful, but her eyes were that of a Female, through and through.
“I have no hate for Humans. I love Man and all their faults. Which is why I must talk to Albion.” Hearing this, Oywnynch and Thorbolt both ran to her and their faces were full of confused expressions. Even the iridescent color of the Chrome White Dragon couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
“EH? Since when did you come to terms with our now symbiotic relationship with Man, Bahamut?” Oywnynch younger and more uppity female voice sounded to everyone as she turns into her Dragon form. That of a larger sized Wyvern of brown scales whilst Thorbolt, being a four legged one with green scales was larger than everyone else, only beaten by the Chrome White Dragon. “Lady Lucaeris, please forgive Bahamut. I think she still needs some sleep.” Thorbolt then jumps in, bowing in his Dragon. “Lady Luca! I apologize on behalf of the Dragon Knights of Aldae. I will tell my long-time companion and friend to behave. I partake of you my condolences about your sister. I believe her passing to the cosmos means you two will meet again one day.”
She then unfurls her heavy chrome wings, silencing everything as the Dragons above them proceed to return to their duties. “I will not have any of this. Bahamut, just what happened to you to have such a change of heart? Had Sula’s words before the battle finally gotten to you? Or did your short bout with Mars finally make you right in the head?” This made the Golden Dragons laugh as she then lowered her head in respect. “I’ve communed with Man for a long time. I have an entire cult full of them, I understand them, even just a bit and I wish to help Man in its plight. Though I may have just looked at them as servants, mere peons who were to give me more power, it is different now.”
“I will not have any of this nonsense. What do you mean help Man in its plight? We are their friends, not its wings of change. It is up to them if they wish to do something with their plight.”
“No. I mean, I wish to help them in their wars and right now, one is about to come and I cannot waste time here, Lady Lucaeris. You must understand.” she then growls at Bahamut, looking at the now golden eyes of the Black Dragon. “And when will you solidify your title as Dragon Lord? How long will you mutter to the old Kingdom that no longer exists? Do you not wish to be named Dragon God once again in the new Kingdom? Have you even built a House yet and used your Servants for good? Did you not defeat an old wise Serpentine Dragon in the East?”
She slowly nods but then raises her head. “I’ve come to terms with the loss of our once ancient and magnificent Kingdom. Now, we’ve come to be like Man. In these cities, all cobbled up together with a Theistic Monarchy. I’ve come to terms that we will no longer be able to grab fate as easily as before, now we need the help of Man to do it.” Lucaeris tilts her head as she looks into the eyes of the Black Dragon.
There was no lie, no hesitation, nor hint of sadness. But there was urgency and care for her. “And when will you be confined with another Dragon? Has no Male been eligible for your strength?” she shrugs. “Lady Lucaeris, unless another Dragon God was to become and he was a Male. I doubt I will find a Mate to copulate with." This made the Chrome White Dragon to pack her wings and sigh. “You know we have no time to waste. You might have to deal with Mythical and Legendary Dragons before even they… met their end. We must repopulate quickly, if must, destroy our standards for mating.”
“Lady Lucaeris, have you not seen the Wyverns? Each generation has become smaller and compact, their scales no longer bearing the strength and divinity of ours.” The Black Dragon then walks closer to the chrome dragon, staring directly into its blueish eyes. “There has only been one Great Drake yet look at our kind, so many Great Dragons in such a short time. Even an infant True Dragon can defeat a Wyvern in a challenge.”
“That may be true, but we cannot hesitate now when so much is at stake. If this continues, our wars, fighting and enemies, we will have to fully live with man.”
“Lady Lucaeris, as a Dragon of this strength, I will not settle for anyone to bond and knot with me. Nay, he must be perfect. My parents raised me to become strong, and a strong male is needed to tend to me properly.”
“And how did you come to terms with Man if you still hold such views, Lady Bahamut? Did you not tell my sister Sula that they were nothing more than fodder for your power?”
Thorbolt also walks up to her, looking straight at her head and its long vertical metallic horns. “Bahamut, since when did you have a change of heart? Me and Oywnynch have been trying for so long.”
“I’ve…” The Dragon then shakes her head, proceeding to look away as her eyes tell a loving story. “I’ve met a Man. I need to help him.” sounds of disbelief could be heard even from the Dragons guarding and patrolling inside as some of the others, the staff of the Cathedral started to whisper amongst one another. Lucaeris was baffled that she had to recoil a bit upon hearing this. “A… Man?! Y-you? And a man?!”
Oywnynch’s jaw dropped upon hearing this news. “O-Oh my! But we must prepare! As Dragons and Humans, though compatible if given the right methods. If this is a normal man, your offspring might not be as powerful-” Bahamut quickly opened her jaw and almost bit her.
“Do not make fun of my Mate. He is no normal man. He is akin to a Demigod if it weren’t from his mortal soul. He is perfect, our offspring shall be a Dragon King one day.” Thorbolt nods his head. “My… you even jumped to protect his honor as if you were both married. Just how much have you loved this Man, Bahamut? Are you aware that you are immortal and he is not? Have you talked to Vayke about this?”
She then roars, silencing the two. “I know! But I will make sure to spend what little time he has living with me! I am already missing him and I must return by his side!” Lucaeris then turns around “Well, Gods convening with Humans in such ways aren’t really new.” She then starts walking into the Cathedral. “Follow me, Lady Bahamut. Albion is resting right now, so he must be awakened. But I am sure you can do that. He can smell an old friend in you.” She then turns her head to Thorbolt and Oywnynch. She leans in forward, tapping her snout with the two as she leaves for the Cathedral Fortress. “Thank you, and I’ll miss the two of you.”
Oywnynch laughs as she roars herself. “Miss? This is very odd of you, Bahamut. Your time with the Human must have made your sense of time dulled out.” she nods to the female Dragon. “That is true… A day would feel like nothing to me. But since meeting him, a day felt like one of the most treasured moments. Thorbolt, Oywnynch thank you for putting the seed of your respect for Man in me. I would’ve never done it without the two of you.. And for Sula, believing in her people and the Human Knights that died with her, even taking them to the cosmos with her.”
Thorbolt then roars. “Why are you saying as if this is our last time meeting? Tomorrow I might see you with the big ones in the Council of Dragon Lords!” She just smiles as she heads into the structure, not looking back as the gate mechanism fires up and closes it.
Inside, Silver Dragons patrolled the inner courtyards. Everyone was in their Dragon forms. Not one was in their Human disguise as the rooms didn’t have doors but instead were locked by magic barriers. The carpet below them having the width of an airport's runway as massive engravings on the marble walls showed the former world of chaos, where Dragons ruled freely, fighting, conquering, and feasting on victories.
“Bahamut… the new Kingdom of Dragons is still young. Far far younger. We must make sure to make a history where we can work with the other races. Now that our age has passed, we must be ready for the future.”
“Hmph. Since when have you been so thoughtful of the future, Lucaeris?” She shrugs her head upon looking at the Chrome White Dragon. “Back then, all you cared for was to spread the religion of Albion. Even foregoing your chance of becoming a Dragon God as to not saturate and divide his power.”
“Since the war where all those we’ve known for tens of thousands of years died in a mere single day. I will not let it happen again. I was once as bloodthirsty and high to conquer as you. I hungered for power, more followers, more believers till I reached Godhood. Even more thanks to my disposition as a Chromatic Dragon…” she then turns her head around, though still walking forward. “But that is no longer who I am. I merely want a future for our species now. Our thirst to control and conquer birthed an enemy that nearly ruined us. This enemy is also the most disgusting and vile form of those who tried to become like us.”
Bahamut’s head slowly leaned down as she breathed out. “Hm. I do get that.” This made the Chrome Dragon sneak a peek at her and just smile. “You’ve grown, Bahamut.”
They then started passing magic walls and barriers erected on the main hallway. Disallowing anyone but those selected to pass. Not even the molecules that’s found everywhere were able to cross as she could feel the difference of the air as they passed one by one.
“And this powerful Human you’ve found love with? When will you show him around the Kingdom?” The question made her turn her head to the left, avoiding Lucaeris’ stare. “I… I don’t know. He is an odd man. I think if he were to visit this place, we would spend hours in the market collecting bits and bobs of Dragon artifacts he finds interesting enough to add to his collection.” This made the Chrome Dragon laugh out loud.
“Ah! Truly you’ve met a Human with a Dragons obsession with collecting! Yes, I’ve convened with them myself in my Human form and they do indeed have a thing in collecting odd things like I do. The Priest I met in the Kingdom of Jude collected books of unknown languages. Odd, they are but, I have a collection of avian birds in my room.” Bahamut then walked faster, now side by side with Lucaeris.
“Hm. But, I do love seeing his face when he finds something cool and he starts talking to me endlessly about how he will use it or the most pleasing way to place it in his collection… now that I think about it… we weren’t able to return to our home in City Zero One.” She then looks down on the carpet, seeing Jackson find a glowing Greatsword as he hopped up and down in his Knight armor.
“EYYYYOOO! THIS SHITS HOT AS FUCK BROOO! DAAANNG! Alright Bahamut, I’ll place this at like… the top of my collection!” one of the Knights of Eldwood takes it from his hand and nods. “Dang, yeah. This is cool. Could probably be used well against Holy enemies.” The Greatsword had glowing red membranes on it, giving it a deathly and demonic style. Taking it back, Jackson then shows it to her. Lifting the sword with both his hands to the big Dragon. “What do you think, Bahamut? Ahahaha, pretty cool right? Oh man, we should try using this to formulate a new technique! Oh! This could be a cool AoE weapon against those stupid mobs on the Demon Dungeons! Or… or I’ll give this bad boy its own shelf!”
Lucaeris then looks forward as they approach the last magic barrier though she could see the Dragons memories. “He is handsome… and cute.” This made Bahamut bump the Chrome Dragon. The small friendly gesture felt as if two giant cargo ships collided with one another at sea. “Oy. HE IS MINE. Do you want to challenge me?! I will raze entire valleys for my rights to mate with him!”
“Pfft. I know, I know. I’d rather not fight you. You’ve already defeated me once and tending to my wounds afterwards was a bigger pain than dealing with your Dragon Bolts.” They then find themselves on the door to Albion.
The mammoth wooden doors seem to not have anything special to it. Nor where they are guards on stand by as Lucaeris turns around. “Also, tell him to wake up early for dinner. I have no time to waste as I need to talk to more Human Diplomats arriving tonight.”
Left alone, Bahamut walks forward to the door in which it automatically opens. With its sheer size, the ground rumbled as it revealed a monumental circular shaped room with a golden podium in its middle. With rays of Sun hitting the Blue White Chrome Dragon sleeping neatly on top of it. The sheer size of it dwarfs even Bahamut in her normal form.
With all four of her feet lightly thudding on the sacred grounds. The Chrome Dragon immediately woke up. “Ah, Bahamut. How goes thee? I knew that smell. Smell of a good Red Dragon Knight.” He didn't bother lifting his head, only a single eye as it tracked the Black Dragon getting closer and closer to him. His voice, stupendous in its tone and almighty with each syllable spoken. It made even her want to bow and lower her head in absolute respect to him.
“I have to ask, Albion.” He tilts his head softly as it rests on a pillow the size of an airport terminal. “When you made this decision, to make the Dragons dependent on Man. Was it on a whim or have you been planning this?” the Chrome Dragon scoffs as it digs its sharp chin into its bed.
“I am the original God of Dragons, of course I have been planning this. Nothing lasts forever, Bahamut. You know it as much as I do.”
“Then… after this, what is your vision for all of us?”
“To live… thrive… multiply and reclaim our lost magnificence.” He then raises his head. Though only a few meters from the ground. “Hmmm… something is different with you today, Dragon God. Did something good happen?”
“As per usual. Your foresight cannot be beaten. Even by me who took the mantle of the Void.”
“The Void, the Abyss, the Endless Darkness. It is a responsibility taken by those who wish to live in solemnity. Without the aire of the masses. I know what you wish to do.”
“But I never stayed that way, Albion. I grew to love Humanity and cherish them.”
This made his eyebrow raise. “Ah, they even got you, didn’t they?” she nods. “Indeed, I am now as much as a prisoner to them as you, everyone, and the Kingdom are.” he then lifts his head higher. “I… I still remember her, Bahamut. The old Queen of Tirnog. She showed me love, love not for more power and strength, love for care and peace.” Lowering it for both his golden eyes to see her directly. “And so, what is this about? I thought you were gonna renounce your Godhood and forever sleep in the Abyss. To surrender yourself to fate. Unbecoming of a Dragon that reached Immortality.”
She then switches into her Human form. Prompting Albion to do the same.
In this body, he wore a sky blue uniform, with pretty white hair and golden eyes. He stood a few inches taller than her. His pose, strong and masculine, with broad shoulders and a youthful yet Heroic appearance, even she was instantly captivated by him as his form was what any female would wish to be with.
“What is your query then?” His voice was now softer and younger, that of a late teen who had much vigor and spirit left in him. “I’ve gotten reckless, Albion. In my pursuit of saving Humanity and the world they live in, I got ahead of myself and touched a Primordial Artifact and made contact with a Foreign God that’s right now, digging through my memories and making a mess of it.”
Suddenly, her vision was clouded with a white color as she started to feel as if she was floating midair.
Slowly, her sight returns and what was before her was a Goddess in a garden on top of a cloud. Softly tending to flowers, she wore a pure white toga with a golden wreath of leaves.
Looking down, the cobblestone path she was on was on top of nothing. Yet she bore no expression and walked forward to the gazebo where the woman with braided golden hair turned around to look at Bahamut. Who was in her black funeral gown, her face covered with the veil.
“I’ve seen your resolve, Goddess Bahamut.”
“Next time, do not tap into my memory with such freedom. I will return and eat you, if you do that again.”
“Just as you did with Mors Letum? The Goddess of Death, Destruction and Unmaking? Or the God of the Void and its monstrous alien form? Your appetite knows no bounds, even Foreign Gods, one I’ve known since the start of time aren’t free from you and your pursuit of power.”
“I am a Dragon at heart, and conquering is our priority and birthright. Now, will you tell me the exact date of when the Alien Gods will invade that paradise you and your friends have made?”
“That will come to you when you awaken. As we speak, I am already looking with my colleagues in giving you that answer. So for now, sit and enjoy some tea will you?”
Out of thin air, a marble table with steel seats appeared in the middle of the gazebo. Alongside it, porcelain tea cups and a kettle.
Sitting down, the Goddess poured her some of the tea as she then filled her own and drank a bit. “Ahhhh… who knew our plan would go about to the tee. I’ve expected you to fight it and even defy it alongside that Dragon God Mars.” she swirls her tea cup as white pigeons landed on the railings of the structure there inside of.
“Master has come to terms and loves the world you made. As his companion, in life and death. It is my duty to uphold and protect those he loves.” The Goddess then performs a swirling gesture as clouds with the shape of rectangles appear before them. Acting like a live feed, it then shows the Grand Prince James sitting in a campfire with the Sword Saint Elizadeath. “When the time comes, everything will be up to them. Are you going to help since it is your duty to now protect the world we made?” Bahamut then stayed silent but then took the teacup in front of her and drank from it.
“Those two bloodsuckers also need a Kingdom to return to… And Master had made lots of friends here. You and your friends had made a good plan, it even roped me into this.”
“Ahahahaha, it is good that we chose your world. The Dragons of Tur aren’t any different from the ones here, but they lack the knowledge and full history of this place. Your type wouldn’t ask any questions but rather follow the wind as per your species.”
“I may not look like it right now, since I am trying to follow by Masters orders and not make more enemies. But I am very, very, angry with what you and your friends have done. But at the same time, I’ll also thank you since you bought Master out of his shell.”
“Your Master is a kind man at heart, but also a violent one. Those two sides of his wrestles, we did not expect an Archaois Vampire of all things to be smitten by him, but that just means more allies on our side. The Vampires, as demonic they are, can be controlled. There’s still civilization there, wasted immortality full of vanity, lust, and greed.”
“Not our. Yours. I will do as I need and please and return back to Tur, to Masters' side.”
“My. Why not stay here?”
“Hmmmmm…” She then tilts her head and looks to the endless white void outside the clouds. “Will you guarantee that the people of Earth will return to their world?” the Goddess then returns her teacup and sighs. “You dragged them from their realm and had them participate in this profane war of yours. Dragged me and my friends, Mars, Thorbolt and many others when we were the last of our kind. The last of the ancient Dragons that had met and fought with Albion.”
The Goddess then nods. “If that is what it takes. But this will cost us more of our power.” She then stands up and looks at the grapevines that’s ensnared the ribbed pillars of her gazebo. “After this… only the newer God, Deus Vrax and even you and your religion will be able to thrive. Our influence has already waned over the centuries, to do as you ask will make us stranded in this realm till maybe things change, if they ever do. Our miracles will no longer work or if they do, have very little effect.”
Bahamut looks at her eyes, both of their Divine aura hitting each other in a clash of tidal waves. “Will you, or will you not? Because when the End Times come, I will prioritize Masters' return to his world above all else, even my own life.”
A brief silence came and the Goddess simply nodded and lifted her hand lazily. “It shall be done.”
“Good. Then we are done here. I will set aside everything, but you must make sure. Master returns to his world. I’ll follow his soul into the Abyss, if it's not guided back to Earth, to his original body. I will come back here and eat all of you and destroy the paradise you made.”
“Hmph. I am a God. My word is my being. I’ve already accepted my fate. We will forever be here, stuck and frozen. The Era of the Gods will never return… but if it's for our creations. Then so be it.”
“Return me back. Master should be in a Senatorial Meeting by now. I must warn everyone before it is done.”
“Very well, Bahamut. Goddess of the Void, of Death, Destruction and Unmaking. May this contract we sign give a fruitful bear and Lunaris will see the otherside from the ruinous forces that dare destroy its beauty.”