After showering, and now only wearing a frilly beige coloured house gown from Alana. She returns to Paul’s room. The Maid there bows, holding a plate with a bowl and spoon.
“How was it?”
“Master Jackson had no problems intaking the Ultril soup.”
“Good. Any changes?”
“Nothing, Lady Bahamut.”
“Oh well. Thank you, I’ll take it from here.”
Bored, she remembers she took that strange stone from the dark elf city. Opening her warp portal. She takes a look at it. Smelling it and then biting it. She finds out it wasn't strong at all and with her hand, crushes it. The woman instantly dozes off to a deep sleep.
“Inside a mighty volcano, a Black Dragon was born.
With it was gleaming metallic scales of armor. Never broken and always in shine.
Claws that are sharper than of Lions and Swords and four legs like the Great Dragons of Dragovh.
Given to it, was the name Bahamut.
A name that means Overseer or Over God. Only given to those born of fire and flames.
The strong and valiant Black Dragon arose from its birthplace and came to the surface.
With the eruption of a volcano, the Dragon showed itself to the foreign world. Ripe of danger.
There, it saw nothing but war and death. There was no peace, nor balance. Only violence and anger.
Spreading its mighty wings that’re the length of valleys and legs that’re the height of towers.
The Dragon sought to find strength as its mighty parents did and unleashed devastation.
With its flames of the Divine Fire, the Dragon melted anything that stood in its way.
Knights and Armies tried, but all were felled. Heroes tried only to end the same as the ones before them.
Even its own kin, sought to battle it and claim the title and name of Bahamut.
But the Dragon kept fighting, and soon grew larger and larger till it dwarfed mountains.
With its ever growing power, the Dragon soon rose to Godhood after felling so many enemies.
After endless battles, the Black Dragon grew weary of fighting… and banished itself into the abyss.
Laying there for hundreds or thousands of years, a spark came as the True God sent lightning down to the mortal realm.
A new world was below it and the Black Dragon, now titled as God visited it.
Tur as it is called, and there were the Chosen Ones, picked by the True God as its champions.
Tasked to keep the balance, and protect the Twelve Pillars of concept, the mighty Heroes walked amongst the Common men.
The Black Dragon saw how they fight, and survived and soon saw them as worthy adversaries unlike those of the old world, releasing its wings once again, the Dragon fought them, but the first of its life, got defeated and sent back to where it came.
Unable to accept such a defeat by the hands of mortals, the Black Dragon tried and tried.
Till it got tired and once again, rested. Excited to return, as it found worthy battles to partake in.
But after getting defeated with a sealing power, the Dragon felt sadness for the first time in thousands.
There, in the deafening silence of the Abyss, the Dragon built up a plan to return.
The hopeful creature sent out a request to the world below, to find a Champion worthy of it.
Calling to this was but a mortal man, not Elven, Vampiric, nor of great Knightly or Noble bloodline.
This Human, now named Sir Jackson of Manor Minuit, Felled Rose Knight.
Took upon himself to become its champion, and the two rode on to the future.
With great adventures and friends, the Dragon soon found out more about life.
With the human, the Dragon felt more sadness, and even concern, not to itself but to others.
Soon, the Dragon Bahamut came to our world of Threa, and blessed us with its miracles.
But, that’s another story for another day.”
“Ehhhhh, but father, is that all?”
“You must go to sleep, a Noble only shows its true strength when given a full rest.”
“But it was getting so good!”
“Now, now. Maybe tomorrow, I shall read you more. But your Mother doesn’t like it when I read you bedtime stories as the reading usually surpasses your time of sleep.”
“Then can’t you at least tell me what happened to this human Knight from the foreign world? Or Bahamut itself?”
“Hmmm… well the story is as old as time, when great Heroes and Divine creatures walked this land… so I don’t really have a definite answer.”
“Boooo… it’s such a good story though.”
“Heh, but if it is true. I’m sure Bahamut is somewhere out there, sleeping and resting. Pray to the Dragon God and it might pay you tribute one day.”
The well dressed man in a vintage suit with a golden chain on his vest stands up, taking the fedora on the stand as he waved to his son. Exiting the room and leaving the kid to be. “I wonder if I should pray to Bahamut. Would she answer my call?”
Floating in the midst of nothing but eternal whiteness, the woman opened her eyes. Naked and immobile as she floated endlessly into the empty space. She didn’t scream or panicked and instead, looked around for anything. The pale beauty was hovering freely in the open space, absent of any gravity or weight. In an eternal whiteness that isn’t Heaven or Hell. The smokey floating clouds weren’t changing locations but were moving at the same time, the woman only squinted at the strangeness of the place she found herself in.
She spots an object, far yet close. Reaching out her hand, it comes closer and closer. The woman's eyes widened, it's the sight of her dress. All but floating, and suspended in the air without a wearer.
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“Awaken Goddess Bahamut. I pray to you.”
The child's voice fades away and suddenly, the woman feels her weight once again.
“This is it! I think we found it!” could be heard as if she was dropped into existence out of nowhere, the woman's eyes opened her eyes and sees nothing but an encroaching darkness that swallows her. Reaching her hand out, it was blocked almost immediately by something heavy. Lightly pressing to the object blocking her, the woman closed her eyes. “Trecu.” She then sees that she has been put into a sarcophagus, in a suspended platform with only a staircase to it, below is an endless cavern that no one would be able to survive from if thrown in, and there were five people right outside her coffin, seemingly aiming weapons at her.
“I see…”
With a punch, her hand goes straight through the Outer Coffin, penetrating it and her black gloves seen from the outside. The sudden action was so fast that dust billowed from the surroundings and another punch came through, this time. Throwing the Outer Coffin into the endless pit that surrounds her Sarcophagus. Like an undead creature awakened from a long slumber, her torso was the first to stand up. Shocking the Adventurers that stumbled upon her resting place.
“You.”
Pointing at the man wielding a musket with an ammo belt that leads to his backpack and is wearing cargo pants and T-shirt, he points his gun at her. His bright orange hair reflected the light from the openings in the massive cave they were in.
“Where am I and what is happening?”
She spoke first in English then repeated the sentence in Dragonian. With no response and the man getting closer to her, she fully stands up and grabs the rifle’s muzzle, crushing it. “HEY!” She was shocked that the young man screamed in English.
“Are you… from Tur?”
“What? No. Nobody I know is from that place.”
“Hmmmm… how come you're speaking my tongue?”
Still in her dark gothic funeral gown with the dragon crown that has a black veil attached to it, hiding her facial features. Her golden eyes, sparkling brightly, could be noticed underneath it, prompting the group to be on their guard with her slits for pupils. The vertical shaped pupils of a lizard pierced through the man's very soul and behind him were four other people. All wielding guns and of differing races. A burly Demon man holding up a gatling gun stands in her away from the one person staircase suspended in the middle of the air.
The man tried to scare her, but Bahamut just shoves him out of the way as if he weighed nothing, almost making him fall. An Elven girl with a sniper rifle and a cute skirt tried to use her guns buttstock to knock her out, but all it did was crack the wood of the gun and she continued to walk into the platform with multiple tunnels that’s precariously standing above a giant rock hinged on the side of the gigantic open crack on the side of the cave. She then kneels down to feel the ground and with her True Magic, she manages to see the layout of the Labyrinth she was on.
“Hmmmm… to the left.”
“Hey! Who’re you!”
“Me? I’m nobody. Carry on with your task. I have a human to find.”
The Orc wasn’t letting her go and tried to pull her arm but instead got dragged by her walking forward. “We need that Crown of yours!” she scoffs him off and proceeds to walk to the exit.
A large explosion then occurs, throwing the party off their feet while the two farthest away immediately ducked to cover. All they could see was the silhouette of a tall man wearing some sort of a nobleman's attire.
“Dragon Goddess… you’ve awakened after thousands of years. Queen Catherine had told me about you, a true Dragon and a true Warrior Queen. If only you didn’t reject her offer to lead our Kingdom when she perishes you’d be the one of the last standing Gods in present time.”
Bahamut takes a few steps back, feeling the immense power and presence of the soft spoken man that was on par of hers. The man's eyes glowed with an intense color white as he stared at her from the dust.
“I am Dragon God Grœssler. The King and God of all Dragons, pleased to meet you Oh Ancient One.”
The smoke calms down, revealing a man wearing a redcoat, fully poshed up and clean. He nonchalantly shrugged the dust off his coat and faced Bahamut and stared at her right in the eyes.
“It seems that you awakened to a world unknown to you looking at how confused you are. I welcome you to Threa. A few thousand or so years after you were put to sleep.”
“Is that so? Then I must find my Master.”
“Your Master, the Outworlder is no longer here. No Outworlder is on this planet anymore, for thousands. Those who miraculously remained are long gone and only their ancestors walk this plane.”
“I can’t get a good scent below here, so I’ll try the surface and see if I could get his scent.”
“I told you, it's not worth your time. Just go back to your eternal sleep Goddess and be at peace. This world does not need more problems as the Industrial Uprising is about to usher in a new age of peace and abundance for our war torn world.”
“As if, that stupid human needs me. If he isn’t here, then I shall exit this realm and find him. I have no care for what’s happening in this world, my objective is him. That feeble human needs my guidance and company, not doing so would spell disaster for him.”
“Please don’t, we’ve had peace for so long now. We do not need you to disturb this, far too many had died in the Reset millenniums ago and you were there to right? I believe you are one of the last people to still walk the world and have such a poignant history with first hand experience.”
“Whatever the surviving humans of Tur told you, I am not gonna go burn the world or exact revenge. I only want to find my Master and be on my way.”
As she walked, the man steps right in front of her, stopping the woman right in her tracks.
“I can’t, the warnings have long been written. I’ve personally come here to prevent what could be a true end of the world scenario as said by the Outworlders who had fought you ages ago..”
Bahamut facepalms. Seeing that he’s far too afraid of what she’s capable of, but at the same time. She also fears him as from the dominance alone, the man was on par with hers and she knows that if they were to fight. The casualties would be far too much.
“...”
“So, do we have a mutual understanding?”
“...”
“Catch!”
The Dragon Goddess throws the Orc that’s still holding onto her arms into the Dragon God. This forces him to catch the green skinned man as she makes a run for it up the stairs and arming the traps and the enchanted locking doors. Causing a massive collapse of hallways and stairways.
“Where did she learn that?! Is that how a Dragon Goddess acts?! Where is her tact? Queen Catherine would’ve never done this!”
“You tell me man. Nice catch though.”
“No problem. Goodness me, for someone with such a pretty face, she seems to have no tact at all. I wonder how my Great Grandmother dealt with her back then.”
“Though are you sure she’s here to destroy the world? She seemed pretty nice and tolerable… well maybe not for me but I’m sure a crazy enough human can take care of her.”
“Can’t always be too sure with someone as destructive as her walking around. You!”
He points at the human man.
“Why were you here?!”
“Uhm… a Dark Elf put up a bounty for the Goddess’ Crown, he was willing to pay handsomely for anyone that can bring it to him.”
“It’s those morons again. Alright, tell me his name.”
“Rex. Lord Rex.”
“I do not know of that man, but I’ll have a word with him. This Labyrinth you stand upon is called the BANNED Prison of the Dark Dragon for a reason. It holds a very dangerous one with a size that could match mountains like I can.”
“W-we didn’t mean to.”
“No matter, she’s already awakened. Follow me to the top, I’ll get my driver to deliver us to the city.”
Bahamut after running nonstop for two hours manages to reach the top after activating every conceivable trap in her prison. Bursting out of the thick slab underneath the soil, she’s met with nothing but thick bushery and an open top car which seems to be a Daimler from the late 1800s. She struts around rubbing her chin when she feels a certain call inside her soul.
“Junior?!”
A sinister wail of a demonic horse announces itself like a Reaper arriving. To her surprise, it was her Masters horse. The jet black horse with red eyes happily rubs its face to Bahamut's right cheek, excited to see her once again.
“W-why are you here?! Where’s our Master?”
The horse gallops and makes a mess of the soil. Hearing footsteps from the small and covert entrance. Bahamut jumps into the stadle, her high heels were perfect for the stirrup and with a scream, makes the demon horse dash through the dense forest. Jumping through large rocks and fallen trees without tiring.
Using the chance, Bahamut sniffs the air and could faintly smell her Master's scent. Though it's too far away and all she knows is the general direction which is Eastward. She leads the horse to the direction and she’s taken aback by the mysterious land. Not recognizing anything or even the features of the terrain. All she knows is that her Master is somewhere out there. “Junior! This way!” She then navigates for the horse in the direction with the least amount of resistance and to her surprise, there seems to be a field in front of them.
The horse hops through the end of the forest and lands into an 8 lane highway made out of stone and concrete. The fast and noisy horseless carriages blowing steam and speeding at around 30 to 40 miles per hour made Junior hop in place, confused at the fast vehicles. But Bahamut pats the horse's neck and soon calms down.
“These aren’t… modern cars though… what?”
Reminded that she has pursuers, she tugs Junior’s reign. Forcing the horse to hop into the highway, jumping the rail and to start dashing through the busy traffic. The well dressed people driving around get dazzled by a jet black horse going far faster than any of them with a beautiful woman in a gown and pale white skin riding into the horizon.
“Goodness!”
“Heavens!”
“Gods above!”
“Woah Father! Look!”
The dashingly magnificent Dragon Goddess had her vision locked into following the highway and to see any signs that would indicate her location. But due to her immense speed and confusion, she neglected an overhead tower that triggered a fuse to a gem, this gem then sent a message to a nearby Highway Police Station and the Elves in charge couldn’t believe what the readings were saying.
“Commissioner…”
“Hm? Let me enjoy my coffee.”
With the enchanted gem labeled “M1 Highway” placed right on top of a paper written “Demon Horse, Black. Clocked at 1-4-5 Mirs.” the high ranking commissioner in his bluecoat and fancy police top hat had to squint his eyes to properly see the numbers. “One passenger, of Dragonic descent. Female, Heading Southbound to Elvia” the gem then stops etching and the two Elves were then followed by an entire group of officers just staring at the speed.
“Could the Gem be malfunctioning? Or stolen? That’s impossible…”
“No, that’s far too good of a report. Send a blimp! If they do find anything of this sort, call upon the airship regiment!”
“Sir, it said the person riding it is of Dragonic descent. Are you sure about this? What if she turns into a dragon?”
“Then, let the army handle it. But for now, we’ll see to this ourselves.”
Meanwhile, at the M1 Highway. The absurd speed of Bahamut’s horse was causing problems to the locals driving. Many get shocked and confused by the ludicrously fast horse that seems to never tire. Piercing through the mechanical army of vehicles riding down the highway. She then sees a blue sign that’s written in an unknown language. Not knowing what else to do, she continues to follow the highway. Ignoring the sea of cars blowing hot steam into the air.
Soon after, a green armored Blimp going as fast as Junior starts to trail them. On the platform above its gondola, an Elven Captain couldn’t believe his eyes. “Tell Headquarters the gem wasn’t lying. The Dragon riding it seems to be some sort of a Lady, Queen even. Might be another Noble that’s under the influence of those blasted drugs.” a crewman of the Highway Patrol Blimp heads downstairs and sends a code back to the HQ confirming the gems validity.
A reply was immediately sent with two words. “Stop her.” The Elf then rings a tube next to him. “Sir, we’re ordered to stop her immediately.” he just nods on the platform above and points his finger at her and the Elves on the platform open fire with special guns that shoot nets. Bahamut senses the oncoming projectiles and turns her hand to the flying nets. Burning them to ashes midair.
“What?! How’s that possible?!”
“Hey! That’s cheating!”
More nets were fired at her but all of it got burned to ashes and far behind, five Airships powered by jets, reaching the pursuit with little lease. Elves in full suits of armor extend their bronze wings and with their assault rifles ready to incapacitate the woman. “Remember men, your objective is to stop that Horse. The woman riding has a crown, worse we could do is kill a Lady. That will be the end of our careers and our families. Carry on!” The Elves with their prideful smug hops off the metal platform and to the skies where they make a quick loop and down to the highway. Their commander heads below to the gondola with a monoscope that has a complex etching to it, watching the scene unfold right before his eyes.
Sensing the flying Elves, Bahamut stands up and with her green brooch shining brightly as the sun hits it. The armored flying Elves lock into their target and their eyes widen to see the woman wearing high heels standing on top of the saddle, wielding a grayish black sword that’s more than hairthin. The flying officers tilt their head in confusion as they point their guns at Junior’s legs. As they were about to shoot, flying blades of white and blue fire came meters from hitting them. But it was more than enough to completely burn their composite armor and glass wings with bronze armoring, making them drop to the highway and causing accidents as the drivers veered off to avoid hitting them.
“HOT! HOT! HOT!”
Even though the flying blades of fire were thinner than a person's hair, its heat was enough to burn the skies and even some of the aluminum sheet metals of the hardtop cars down below. The flying elves immediately receive third degree burns and those who were still afloat start firing at her instead.
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The woman then materializes another sword, this one, a claymore made out of a violet transparent material. The blade was so clear and clean that one would never expect it to leave a display on the wall but the Dragon Goddess was using its Fuller to block the oncoming bullets. Ricocheting it into innocent bystanders. Prompting the Elves to stop firing. The airships suddenly veer off violently to right and left and to her luck. The horse enters a tunnel, and she proceeds to sit down and lead Junior on. The brightly lit tunnel had murals on its walls, from the beginning of time in the entrance, of the first Dragons to the last, where the Heroes joined together and saved Threa once and for all.
Exiting the other side, she’s met with the massive sprawling city with white buildings and a gigantic castle in the middle of it. Blimps and Balloons parking on top of highrise buildings. Seeing her chance, the woman takes an exit and to the busy tight streets of the city. The bustling metropolis with a mixture of Victorian architecture seemed so alien to her while the citizens looked in awe of the beauty dashing through their streets in an equally magnificent horse that even with its deathly aura, had a majestic awe to it.
Without stopping, she then takes an alleyway where Junior disappears and the woman proceeds to join the crowd. Though she got stares, the busy people wearing suits and dresses couldn’t be bothered fearing that she might be a Lady from a big family. The woman was completely out of her habitat and was confused, passing underneath a bridge. A young kid stops her, wearing a beret and a tacky suit with patches on. He puts his hand out.
“Do you have any money Lady?”
“No. Get out of my way.”
She walks around the kid and continues to follow the flow of the crowd just to be disturbed once again by the same peddling child.
“C’mon, I got fired from my job.”
“How old are you? Eleven? A human child like you has no responsibility to be angering me at this moment.”
“I’m fifteen Lady and you don’t seem to be that angry.”
“Oh youngin’. I might not be showing it now, but annoy me further and you’ll get burned.”
“Eh, far better than working in those factories.”
“Tell me, how long has it been since the Reset? Since the army of Vitas rolled through the land and Heroes walked amongst the Commonfolk?”
“What? Are you a crazy rich lady or something? That's a long history, we don’t even know if it actually happened. There’s no Kingdom named Vitas too, that place is nothing but a rumor now-days.”
“Goodness me, how long has it been? Has it all been forgotten? Time is as brutal as it comes, even Gods are forgotten and the divine battles that happened.”
“You smell nice. Do you bathe in Passion Flowers?” the kid sniffs her gown once again. “Or Mountain Orchids?”
“No, that’s normally how I smell no matter where I am.”
She stops at an intersection as a mechanical box changes from walk to stand. She grunts knowing she’ll be stuck with the annoying child.
“So, got money?”
“I do not have any currency on me. Begone.”
“But you have that green brooch. Where did you get that?”
“First, it's an Emerald Brooch with Gold and Silver lining and… whom did I get this from? Hmmm…”
She then bites it and its hardness is instantly recognizable. Saliva then starts building up in her mouth as her body tells her to bite it more.
“Wait, this is the upgrade Ruby I’d steal from Master! Ohhhhh… when did this get to me and when did it get turned into such an expensive and extravagant piece of article?”
“Really? Can you ask that person to maybe give me one too?”
“If I could find that troublesome human. But… heh… heh… heh… it’s mine…”
The mechanical box bolted on the light pole gets triggered and it switches from stand to walk, Bahamut this time fast walks her way through the crowd. Leaving the kid behind as she continues to strut around town looking for a way out. The little kid knew the city like it was in the back of his palm and managed to keep up with her through the alleyways and small dark paths full of trash and hobos.
Bahamut couldn’t care less from the stares she was getting and continued to walk around the walled city, feeling the heat from the skies and the bustling city life that was in full front. Her senses were overwhelmed and the amount of people from different species continued to amaze her as the hot climate of the place soon got to her. She stops at her tracks, making the man behind her hit her back.
“Oy! Oh… hello there lady.”
The man grabs her behind and immediately lets out a painful scream as his hand gets third degree burns. “Oy, don’t touch me. I think you wouldn’t want what my Master would’ve done to you.” seeing the woman from the front, the man held his right hand and ran away. “Tsk, what’s the problem with these Elves? Are they all like this? Goodness me.” walking to the road, Junior appears once again and Bahamut starts opening the pouches and pockets on the saddle.
“Ah ha!” She takes an extra cape meant for the Death Knight armor, wearing the shiny black leather cape over her gown, its enchantments immediately take effect and cools her body. She then looks inside the gun holsters and sees that the M4A1 is there, the two Python Revolvers and his shotgun. On the other side, his swords weren’t. “Hmmmm…” She then headed to the front and checked the rations and there's no food. Sniffing it, she takes in the scent of something tasty far away. It drags her nose to her back, ignoring the horseless carriages nearly hitting her. “Pasta?!” realizing it, she hops into the horse and sends it.
The woman crosses into the poorer area of the city that’s divided by a small clean canal, the houses there were all made flimsy and seemingly stacked ontop of each other without care. Some are already leaning in a certain direction as its foundation weakens, the smell is also just as deplorable with all sorts of trash and dirt littering the sidewalk and roads. There, horses are still in active use as poorly outfitted people just looked at the beautiful woman wearing the most expensive gown they’ve ever seen with the shiniest green brooch in between her chest and neck and the Dragonic Crown that hails over her long shiny black hair. Many of the people there are humans, with little sight of Elves.
She continues onward, ignoring the sight around her as the scent gets more and more stronger. Some of the older humans got down on her knees and prayed to her. “PLEASE LADY! HELP US FRAGILE CREATURES! END OUR MISERY FROM THIS WORLD!” She stopped the horse and turned it around. The people are shocked that the woman stopped and started surrounding her as the man continued to pray to her “OH GREAT LADY IN DARK, FREE OUR SORROWFUL SOULS FROM THIS EXISTENCE! LET THE PAIN END AS OUR CHILDREN AND WOMEN TOIL AWAY AT THE FACTORIES!” slowly, even the ones sleeping woke up and after taking a second at admiring the woman’s figure in the tight black gown, went down and with their hands up, praying to her too.
“To think this is the same species as my Master.” Bahamut continued to look around her as the humans all looked dirtied and none of them smelled good. All of them wore raggity clothes and some, missing pants or shirts. Many had holes in their shoes and broken sandals. As they fully surrounded her, they got on their knees and began praying to the point of tears.
“What has happened to you humans? Aren’t you the ones that the Dragons saw as mighty and powerful?! Of the same level!? The only species that we gave the right to walk amongst us as equals?!”
“Oh Lady! We’re worked to our bones and left with scraps as the far superior species enjoy a bountiful life! Please save us! You're the only human we’ve seen wearing such beautiful clothes! Who smells so good and with a beauty that can captivate an Incubus! Please save us!”
“How is this acceptable? To think my brethrens respected you, walked amongst you and most of all, let you ride us into battle. This is a disgrace! Stand up humans! How dare you let yourselves become the slaves that you once fought so hard to not become?!”
“Lady… we’re nothing against them… we live short lives and don’t heal as fast or as strong as them… we may multiply faster, but what does it mean when the other species are far better at everything else?”
“May the True God have mercy on me. I’m not human!” her motherly and soft voice instantly changed to that of a God, her words ringing true and weighing as much as boulders. “I am a Dragon God! Bahamut! The one that fought till Divinity! Do not walk up to me as this down rotten watered down humans! Walk to me as Heroes! Brave men in armor willing to sacrifice their lives for Nobility and Lordship to prove themselves as worthy people!”
Hearing her powerful voice, they all bowed their heads to her. “Disgusting! Deplorable! Insolent! How dare you humans do such an impudent act to me, raise your heads! You’ve all been blessed by us Dragons and this is what you become?! Where had the good men gone?! Where had the Heroes gone?! Is this the best humanity can give?! The humanity I know would never let itself become enslaved or used! The humanity I know willingly fought to the bitter end, las viciously showing off their armor of Gold and Diamonds as they used weapons that only Gods may wield against forces their fragile bodies may never stand a chance against!”
“Lady! That has longed past us! We’re no longer like that, in my years of living, till my hair became white and my beard bushy and big. I haven’t heard of a single human hero-”
The old man is violently cut off by the Dragon God as she stares at him with her Divine eyes, shining purple and with red spirals around it. “SILENCE! All I hear is excuses! Your fragility and short lives never stopped your ancestors in performing great feats against odds that not even we Dragons are willing to partake in! I shall have none of this! All of you! Disperse before I demand tribute with your souls! Tsk! I wouldn’t even think your souls have any worth to me!” She then forces Junior through the crowd, almost trampling on some of the people as she continues onwards. On the dark and gloomy alleyway between the haphazardly built houses, the peddling kid’s eyes widened with amazement.
After a while, the woman once again crosses a bridge and into a commercial area. There, the streets were once again clean and of little litter. People were well dressed and mannered, going along their day as she cut through the four lane road and into the left where a giant four lane stone bridge with extravagant design leads to a closed off island with shiny and expensive blimps docked on top of glass domes and naval dreadnoughts mothballed on the river as fireworks go off.
More and more, the scent becomes stronger and the woman’s desires take over. The armored guards with rifles protecting the outer fence sees the beautiful crowned woman and immediately opens the main gate for her. Inside, a huge line of parked carriages with horses are blocking the main route. She gets off Junior and walks to the front door of the beautiful glass dome. The men protecting it didn’t even bark and let her in and she’s met with a huge open garden and old archaic gothic buildings inside. She looks up and sees that there’s a banner greeting the guests.
“5th Annual Arms Expo! - Proudly hosted by the Elven kind!”
She just scoffs at it and walks into the direction of the scent, crossing the open garden where weapons of war lay quietly without anyone manning or protecting them. There were artillery pieces, prototype machine guns and even powered armor in the style of a Knightly suit. It took her to a large building with a first floor made out of concrete and the second and third, all glass and platforms. The people there were all in fancy suits and gowns and some wearing the tallest top hats she’d ever seen. As she was about to walk in through the ornate wooden door with a glass window, a well suited officer stops her.
“I beg your forgiveness Lady, but may I ask what family or company you came from?”
The Elven Officer looked at her with immense suspicion. Staring her down, Bahamut stared back with nothing but silence and her overwhelming aura. “L-Lady, please just tell us so that we may check with- '' another Officer comes in, this one wearing epaulets and decorated with medals and a bicorn hat with feathers. “I apologize Lady, these ill mannered men have no desire to be tactful. Please head inside.” The Elven man with a polite and open smile steps forward in front of her and opens the door. Bowing as gentlemanly as he could. Letting the mysterious well dressed woman inside.
“B-But General.”
“Don’t but me you fools! Do you know only a rare few could tout a Crown like that!”
“Is it even real sir?”
The General slaps the man with his white glove. “Of course! As if a fake crown could shine like that! Put your chin high and do not embarrass us Elves! The Vampires will be having a field day mocking us on the International stage if we dare show even a pint of antiquation!”
“Eh, but sir. Weren’t you also a Commoner like us before joining the army?”
“Yes! So please don’t embarrass me for this! Already, so many eyes are on me!”
Inside the complex, Bahamut is greeted with a massive ball with everyone wielding glass wines and chatting amongst themselves in absolute luxury. Looking around even more, she finally sees it. On the Buffet line, one of the dishes there is Carbonara with Bacon bits. Without even thinking, she walks towards it. Cutting through the crowd of rich people, gaining the attention of everyone in secret as only their eyes stared at her.
Arriving at the Buffet line, she takes a plate as two men with top hats chat in front of her. With well styled beards and gloved hands with jewelry and walking canes, the two looked as if they had everything under their thumb. Laughing with an obnoxious tone.
“Bwahahaha! And those damn fools from Teri Company really dared my invention against me?”
“Oh yes, I’ve heard you’ve finally figured out how those Outworlders used aircrafts. I truly hope you aren’t lying. I’m willing to invest huge in such a breakthrough in research.”
“Oh! You’ll be shocked later on at the main arms show! I shall show you these machines that they call heavier-than-air aircraft! I’ve hired the best historians and even went out of my way to perform expeditions to find murals of these mighty iron birds! This shall change warfare as we know it!”
“Good to hear my good friend! You make me giddy with all this teasing! The Outworlders have truly outdone themselves. Giving us all these hints and it all depends on these Governments to figure out what and how they made these miraculous war machines possible as we rake in the dosh!”
“Indeed my good friend! I do say that these morons in the military are sure easy to fool, it doesn’t even take a bud of one's brain to tell them how fast these killing machines can win their improvident wars for colonies!”
“Now, if only those Wood Elves hadn’t destroyed whatever documents are left. I think we would’ve been able to gain more money from this war industry.”
“Sad as it is, let us respect our ancestors. For their respect to tradition and culture of balance has given us this future opportunity to become the pioneers of the arms industry!”
Hearing this, Bahamut closes her eyes. She sees the souls and outlines of a once massive war in the area. Fighter jets dropping bombs as skeletal soldiers with guns and wearing modern kevlar stemmed the tide against an overwhelming force of Demons and Undead. She digs deeper and the soil penetrates through the stone roads, depicting Outworlders frantically rushing left and right to plug the gaps with whatever heavy equipment they have left. M1A2 Abrams and T-90Ms rolled through everywhere in the once open plain to meet the horde of the End of Times.
After everything has settled, Elves come and go, skimming the land and taking whatever part or item was left behind by the Outworlders. Destroying them or transporting it away to some faraway place. Leaving no trace at all of the existence of a once powerful and mechanized humanity that trampled the green leaves and trees.
“Ma’am?” she’s then pulled out of it as a cute blonde woman with bright blue eyes in a frilly white dress tapped her shoulder.
“Y-Yes?”
“May I ask, who might you be?”
“You seriously do not know? Have humans forgotten the Dragon of the Abyss?!”
The two men infront of her turn around, hearing the familiar voice. They immediately bowed. “Princess Emilia, blessed to be with you. I’ve heard the Republic of James has recently purchased a few hundred units of my new invention.”
“Oh, Lord Harlford. Pleased to meet you once again. Yes, my father had indeed bought weapons from you.”
“I dearly hope your generals will find their quality to be on par or even above my competitors.”
“We shall see, though Uncle Douglas had said that your weapons tend to have a lot more failure due to their complexities.”
“Oh but Princess, if we truly want to reach the near Godlike military power of the Outworlders, we must also replicate how they made these machines.”
“And exactly how do you propose that? The ancient Wood Elves had destroyed everything, their last hurrah before succumbing to their better cousin the High Elves was to destroy the natural vault containing all of the information they’ve gathered about the ancient humanity from another world.”
“It shall not be a problem, existing murals proved my theory that this humanity lived off a very industrialized world, far more industrialized than ours.”
“If so, then how do you expect steam to do anything comparable with the Outworlders? Surviving text of that era foretold of their immense technological power that they could touch every bit of land in Threa without needing magic.”
“Hah! That is why I’ve hired hundreds! Of Historians and Archeologists for this exact reason!”
Bahamut then slips between the two and cuts in front of three. Grinning as she takes the step into the buffet line. Immediately taking the Chicken filet and then eagerly waits for her turn for the Carbonara which is fast running out. All of the sudden, the blonde Princess appears behind her again.
“So, who’re you again Lady?”
“Tsk, begone human. You should take care of your species before talking to me.”
“Ehhhh? You seem human too, you don’t look like the other species at all.”
“I am a Dragon, now begone.”
She then finally takes a step forward and to the pasta, which only a few is left. Her smile leaves her face as she takes what’s left.
“Really? The Dragons haven't joined in most International affairs, even exquisite weapons expo like these they didn’t even send an ambassador to. So, who might you be then?”
“It’s Bahamut, learn of that name before talking to me.”
“Bahamut? Hmmmm…” the blonde woman then put her fists on the sides of her forehead, twisting them as she rattled her brain for any information. “OH!” when she realized Bahamut is already long gone and looking around, the woman is nowhere to be found. “Now, how can such a tall pale woman like her disappear so fast? Hmmm… where are the Dragons, oh!” She then looks up and sees that the Dragon lady took a balcony seat and table on the second floor. Ignoring the two well suited old men, the woman heads off to the second floor with everyone she met bowing down and giving her respect.
“Hey Bahamut! Or should I say, Goddess?”
“Hmph. Thou finally learned of thine’st true name. Since you are the first to actually know who I am, I shall give you the privilege to stand alongside me and chat.”
“Thank you Goddess, I pray for your everlasting divinity.”
“Nonsense, the only prayer is one that aids in helping to find my Master. That man is probably dying of loneliness without me.”
“Could this Master be Grand Knight General Jackson? Of the Knights of Eldwood?”
Bahamut stops eating, and her head turns to the cute blonde girl as bells ring and everyone goes into the balconies and observation decks. “How do you know of his name?”
“It’s an age-old story, one that is still told today. Of a mighty Dragon God who partnered her soul and life to a mortal human Knight.”
“Yes! Exactly! Where is that man?!”
“I apologize Goddess, but there’s no longer any Outworlders here.”
“Is that so? Hmmmm… it seems that this has become harder. I must find anything that existed before to anchor me back to my present time.”
“Though it's amazing to see a living legend in my sight. The books weren’t lying about your mysterious beauty Goddess.”
“Of course!” Bahamut proudly swayed her long shiny black hair. “My Master always complimented me about my looks! He even told me my chest size was on par with that lusty vampire Queen!” explosions then occur in the garden as the main event of the weapons expo begins with guns blazing.
“Could this vampire Queen be Elizabeth the Victorious?”
“Queen Elizabeth the Victorious? Since when did the natives of these lands ever paired her name with something that isn’t scary or intimidating?”
“Well, she led the assault with the Heroes against the last Demon King. You were also there from what I remember, though I mostly slept through history class in university. It said the Vampires had her in a special case, preserved for the current generation to see… I think, Hee-hee.” she knocked on her head with a playful tongue out and grin, while Bahamut through her dark veil continued eating and all of the sudden, boosts into action.
“WHAT?! How could this be? Hmmm… nay. I shall refuse to ask further. But… you said something I needed to know. Thank you Princess.”
“Of course Goddess”
A massive explosion then comes as Mortars open fire on the Garden. She looks back at the seat and is left with an empty plate with a fork. She then sits down on her chair to only be poked by something. Looking down, it's part of a pommel of a sword. Written on it “From the Blue Sentinels of Tur, may we bring Heroism back.” in italic. Bahamut on the other hand is already far gone and is riding Junior back into the heart of the bustling city. Smelling the air and finding what she needs.
The peddling kid patrolling the streets had burned to his brains the insane hips of Bahamut and how it’d sway with perfection when she’d walk. Her stride was undeniable and constantly forward. Not looking back and her eyes pointed to the future regardless of anyone behind her. The kid then ambushes her once again as she stops to sniff the air a mile from the island.
“So Lady, are you a Queen of sorts? Nice crown.”
“No, I’m not a Queen, this Crown is an ornament made by my Dragons for becoming a Goddess amongst them… And are you sure you aren’t a Dragon? Or Werewolf? How did you find me? This is a first amongst firsts.”
“A Goddess? Really?”
“Hm… either you don’t believe me or you have no sense of urgency.”
“Well, if you were a Queen. You wouldn’t let a well spoken lad like me who smells bad and has a face full of dirt, to talk to you, wouldn’t you? I guess Gods are truly kind to everyone.”
“Or maybe I have my own mission right now and I can’t be bothered by your drivel. Go annoy someone else and do not teach anyone your ways. I do not want more people to be able to track me down. That’s something I’ve perfected for thousands of years and to think it took a human child of all things… goodness me I’m using my edge.”
After sniffing the air, she recognizes a certain sweet smell only possible through one Wine. Without care, she starts following its direction with Junior tailing her on the road, as it's far stronger and has a direct path she could follow. The woman is able to criss-cross the busy streets that’re hot with steam and wet from wasted water, soon her ears are blasted with annoying screams and continuing on the scent, she encounters a protest happening right in front of an Embassy. The humans holding up signs and throwing derogatory slurs at the vampires had no tact as they blocked the entire street.
“Give us more time off you bloodsucking leeches!”
“Give me my pay! It’s been five months! Don’t tell me your pretty boy toys aren't enough and you have to take our rightfully owed money!”
“Where are the promotions promised to me and my friends!? Are all of your flamboyant morons incapable of being normal people?!”
“We make your jewelry so that you can wage war! At least give us our monthly pay you fucks!”
People were going about making a ruckus but the flag in front of the Embassy was one she had seen many times before. Without a care to the world, Bahamut walks to the street even though the kid was telling her not to go.
“Lady! Are you sure about this?!”
“Hm? Yes. I smell something familiar inside that building.”
“Those people, they wouldn’t take you lightly with what you're wearing.”
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing? Master always says I look good in it and it looks fantastic. He always told me women with elegance and can kick ass are his type. I’m sure it’d be the same to other human males.”
“Your Master speaks true… but those people. They hate rich folks or others who look like you, all poshed up and beautiful.”
“Good for them that I am not rich, I do not have access to my piles of Gold and Treasures nor do I carry any currency on me. Those who hate beauty, hate nature itself. I have no respect for those. Now, I shall be on my way.”
“Eh? You weren’t lying when you said you have no money?!”
“Yes, now shoo off.”
“That’s even worse! You're gonna get beaten up and probably even abused while having nothing on you!”
Ignoring the kid, she walks over to the crowd and starts to shove her way through the sea of haggard and tired people, in it are even children and women. Walking over them like they weigh nothing and even trampled on the burly humans that were in the protest. The men immediately tried to tackle her but every hand that tried to get close to her got instant 2nd degree burns.
One man forced his hand to touch her shoulder which immediately got burned to the bones. “THIS WHY WE HATE YOU! LOOK AT YOU! YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT US! WHAT ABOUT THE WORK WE DO TO MAKE YOU RICH!?” Bahamut just turns around and gives him the stare as she exits out the crowd and to the entrance.
The entrance was blocked by a guardrail and vampire Knights armed with submachine guns in the style of muskets stopped her. Pointing their weapons at the woman, seeing that the smell was on the second floor. She just walks over them. “STOP! I SAID STOP!” The vampires then started shooting and all of the bullets that tried to hit her melts down to ash before hitting the woman and a blonde vampire wearing a tacky suit couldn’t believe his eyes.
“W-why are you here?! Who’re you?”
“Do you have a Wine made by a woman named Alana?”
“Duchess Alana? She’s long been gone. We haven’t heard from her for hundreds of years now…”
“Nonetheless, I wanna know where I am.”
“Eh?”
“So get out of my way please.”
“S-sorry! But the Embassy is closed off! The factory owner from where these workers came from is currently inside awaiting transport.”
“Don’t care.”
Not giving a damn, she also tramples the well dressed vampire and coming out of the door was a man wearing a silver suit and an annoying smile. “Hey there lady, wanna get hired by me? If you scare everyon-” Bahamut ignores the man and shoves him out of the way. Annoyed, he tried to use his vampiric speed to slap her but his hand was already gone before it reached her. “Don’t get in my way, all of you.” She then proceeds to go up to the second floor with the Embassy staff just baffled with what to do with the woman.
No one had the gall to stop Bahamut after plowing her way through the workers and the factory owner and giving anyone a piece of her mind without even moving a singular finger to those daring enough to stand in her way. Little to her knowledge, the kid was following her even inside the Embassy.
“Wow! Look at this carpet! How much this must’ve cost!”
“Tsk, why’re you still following me?”
“You're a very interesting woman! Powerful too! I can’t believe it, real magic!”
“Hm? What happened to magic?”
“Oh, magic isn’t really that much needed now since everything we need can be bought.”
She then twists the doorknob of a well decorated door and inside is a suited man drinking a Wine of Domaine de la Minuit-Conti.
“Excuse me lady, what business do you have with the Minuit family?”
The man stands up as the human kid hides behind her gown. Hugging her thigh, this makes Bahamut wiggle her leg to get the kid off as she confronts the man.
“Yes, I’d like to ask where Alana is.”
“The Duchess? Now why would you be interested in her? Do you have an appointment?”
“N-no. Get off me youngling!” She manages to get the kid off but he instead just hides in her shadow while gripping her skirt tightly.
“I came to ask where she is.”
“Name?”
“Bahamut.”
“Bahamut? Hmmmm…”
Officers from the city then came with Elven blimps fast roping soldiers and they besieged the Embassy. Ignoring the protesting workers aiding the people she trampled over as their only objective was the lady in black. They followed the trail of forcibly opened doors and the first Officers with Batons tried to arrest her but was met with her Godly speed which prompted eight Beat Cops to be wounded. The Vampire Knights and Elven soldiers then followed but she just stacked their bodies. Wounding everyone that tried to attack her.
Meanwhile, as Bahamut injured countless public servants. The Diplomat opened a family book of the Minuit’s and looked at “Relatives and Allies” there he found a printed image of the Minuit’s long allies and friends. And in the ancient times, one was an Outworlder, their Ancient Queen and a woman who looks exactly like Bahamut. “Goodness me, did the Gods come after me now?” He stands up and gets in the middle of the fight.
“WWWAAAIIIITTT!”
Screaming from the top of his voice, everyone stops. “First, this woman is an accomplice of the Minuit family and I’m sure many of you know what we’re capable of. Second, leave the premises, you're all in foreign land. This isn’t Garethia anymore. Your President has no power here. Leave at once.'' This threat stops everyone and another man, dressed in a traditional Noble uniform complete with a white wig and a pompous attitude exits out the third floor and looks at the book the Minuit man was carrying.
“Hmph. Goodness me, are you indeed the Dragon Goddess Bahamut? We’ve long haven’t heard from you.”
“Yes, yes I am.”
“We still have much to thank you for helping our Kingdom ally itself with the surviving Dragons of Schon and use their powers to expand our economy. I presume your deal with the Heroes has long expired?”
“I don’t remember any deals with those creatures favored by your Gods.”
“Seems that age even makes Gods forget. I’ll deal with this, please. Go with Sir Francis to his room. I’ll deal with these impolite invaders.”
Inside the Diplomats room, he shuffles through some documents.
“So, I’m guessing you want to find the Duchess?”
“And Queen Elizabeth if possible.”
“The Queen? She’s dead. Long dead.”
“Huh? I doubt that woman can die easily. From her posture alone, she’s the type to return with a fiery entrance.”
“If you want to visit her, she’s located in a mausoleum in the old capital. It’s open to tourist every Mondar to Freida.”
She then slams her hands into his desk.
“Yes, I’d like to visit it immediately. To haste!”
“Of course Goddess. I’ll make the calls and letters. Please, do wait here. If you’d want, for uhm… sleeping. We have proper lodging in the back of the Embassy. Don’t worry, here you have total immunity to Garethia’s laws and governing bodies.”
“Alrighty then. Also, bring me meat. Steak if you can!”
“As you wish Goddess. Again, we’re blessed to once again be under your care and watchful gaze underneath your never so engulfing veil of power.”
“Keep it up, I won’t ask for much in terms of tribute.”
Meanwhile, the Embassy Ambassador is brought upon the Congress of Garethia for his actions. There, the massive Congressional hall had representatives from the countless number of races and tribes under the Republic and the poshed out vampire stood out, wearing a Noble clothing that’s long been abandoned in exchange for more tacky suits with gold chains and tophats.
“Ambassador, can you tell us what is the meaning of this action!? Do you want to hold your country responsible for this devious act infront of our law enforcement agencies?!”
“President Harald, may I warn you that your officers dared to touch the Dragon Goddess of the vampires.”
The room immediately goes into an uproar, many screaming and panicking at the idea that another Dragon God has appeared.
“What?! What is the meaning of this!? A Dragon Goddess?”
“Yes, Goddess Bahamut has return’neth from her slumber to bless us again. May I remind you what happened in the past century when your armada tried to do a beach landing to the Vampire Kingdoms shores. You do not want this to happen again, yes?”
“...Tsk! This is why no one will ever trust you vampires. You and all your devious scummary to us! From all your showing off and stuck up comments!”
“My, President Harald. Our country is dependent on your economy. Our top buyer of jewelry and wine are your Nobles and Corporate CEOs. If it weren’t from them, we would’ve never been able to field such a massive air force of Dragons that not neven your armored and metalloid airships is able to take on.”
“Grrrrrr! You’ll pay for this Ambassador! Tell that King of yours that it won’t be long and this facade of world balance will fall!”
“Of course your majesty, till then. The eternal Kingdom awaits your invitation. Our hands are always open to war.”
As he leaves the room relaxes but many of the delegates constantly look at each other. Thinking about what just happened.
“We should talk to the human-dragon Kingdom about this. President Harald, I’d like to formally request the reopening of negotiations with them.”
“No, not yet.”
“But President, this will leave us as the only superpower without a Dragon God nor a working Dragon Air Force.”
“Minor powers are what we need, we need them and they need us. For now, just observe that Bahamut… If I remember correctly, she’s the Foreign Dragon God that single handedly took on the Heroes and stemmed the tide of the last Demon King. This could mean that Rose would have their long awaited superweapon…”
A fat Elven man with a monocle on the other side of the hall stands up.
“I say we act now, kidnap her or threaten her. Do we know what she’s after? We might be able to give it to her and pay her tribute. We have far more wealth than any of the other superpowers in Threa.”
Even though he was on the other side, his strong and manly voice was heard and it commanded everyone to stop and listen to him.
“I see what you mean. Your railroad company might have something about her I presume?”
“I’m a person of history. I love the stories of old, about these so-called Heroes, Gods, and Goddess roaming around a chaotic Threa where Dragon Lords and Demon Kings were all in one boiling historical war. In our… recent adventures. One of my paid Expeditions had come across an old labyrinth.”
“And?”
“Well you see, you might not believe me. But Bahamut, the Dragon God. Is actually under a Master. An Outworlder Human wearing a Death Knight armor, one of my best explorers Sarah recently found said human. Could this be… the stars aligning themselves once again and the Gods vying to rattle our world in such an important age of industrialization?”
“Hmmm… and where are you getting at with this? I’m no longer giving you more bonds, Lord Malusoionós.”
“Heavens forbid. My company is more than stable now, we’ve already expanded our operations into that rabid land of Angea.”
“Then what’s your point?”
“What if… we hold her Master’s corpse hostage?”
Back in the Capital. Bahamut is transported via a large escort of vehicles and for the first time for thousands of years. The Elite Crimson Knights of the Blood Moon was present once again in the continent.
“Wow! I’ve lived in Rose for hundreds of years but not once did I even think these Knights were real.”
“Eh? Are these Knights special? All I see is their shiny red armor that is not good for actual combat.”
“These are the most elite Knights of the Kingdom and it's such a blessing to see them in action like this. None of them go below half of purity. For many, that’s already a rarity. But to have a Legion of Knights with such pureblood would mean to project your power and influence like no other. Power and influence only the ancient Queen had.”
“Huh and how long has it been?”
“Thousands, Five? Six? Thousand years? Hence my amazement. They didn’t even call, they just appeared out of nowhere. Queen Elizabeth must’ve greatly favored you back then to allow the Knights of the Blood Moon to personally escort you. Not even the ancient General Mar Marioleone was given this right when she was still in conquest of the world.”
“Hmph. Of course, that woman and I don’t always meet eye to eye with her incessant reminders of how to act like a lady when I’m in fact a Dragon but in humanoid form, hence not really understanding the arbitrary methods and ways of creatures that stand up right… but when it comes down to it. I trust her as I trust my Master, her bloodlust and warrior spirit isn’t to be played with and as a Dragon, that is to be respected and seen as worthy.”
“Goddess, Was it true though that she once stormed the Lord of Houses just to go and pronounce the resurgence of the Bartley family?”
“I don’t know.”
“Aw, weren’t you there? I swear I read in the history books that you were there with the Countess, Goddess Bahamut”
“I don’t tend to accidentally time travel. Though I have command over time, it's still as unpredictable as ever. I swear, I need to find a counter to this.”
She facepalms as the long convoy enters the airport where a polished and chromed Zeppelin waits for them. Its gondola was large enough to have a motorpool and carry a building's worth of people. Its ten massive propellers spring to life as the Zeppelin takes off. Delivering Bahamut to the Kingdom of Rose.
To her surprise, much of the land has vastly changed. Schon was far more civilized, with roads and proper infrastructure in place. Gone were dilapidated and crumbling towns and most of all. How the Kingdom of Rose’s borders now reached the ocean of Pons Terra. The Zeppelin passes through a far different place, down below. It's apparent that the Kingdom of Rose has long evolved into a far more modern society.
Arriving at the old capital, the Zeppelin stops at the airport where she’s then taken to the Grand Mausoleum where the Ancient Queen’s body lay in silence. Opening the massive front doors, the Tourists were taken aback by the entire entourage entering the place. With Bahamut was the current King and Queen of the Kingdom, quietly observing her as she walked towards Elizabeth’s body. Encased in a rectangular glass case and a familiar Greatsword lay embedded on her heart.
“If it isn’t Masters Greatsword.”
The Ancient Queen was wearing her crown and frilly royal red gown. With all ten of her fingers with expensive rings and both of her earrings gleaming infinitely from the light of her tomb. Bahamut puts her face up the glass and whispers. “Awaken you hag. I need to return.” she then climbs on top of the glass case. Though the Knights guarding her wanted to stop the Dragon God, the Crimson Knights didn’t allow them to get near her.
She opens the top lid of the glass case and with a strong grip, she pulls out her Master’s Greatsword from her heart. Slowly, the wound closes and their Ancient Queen’s eyes suddenly open.
“Alas… harketh me Bahamut. Why had thou awakeketh thee from slumber?”
“I need your help, specifically to bring me back. You have the past that is the present that I need to return to. Be my anchor and let me return to whence I came from.”
“Ahhhhh… I see.”
Queen Elizabeth’s long blonde hair shines and she sensually licks Bahamut’s neck and bites into it. Drinking her blood, and out of nowhere she awakens back in her Masters room in Alana’s Manor.
“MASTER!”
As she cries it out, she looks around and sees that he is all well and sleeping tightly. “Interesting, so she combined her vampire magic with my true magic. As expected from her. She did all the work for me. Hah-hah. Eat that hag.” She then looks around his room and sees that everything is familiar and normal. After a sigh of relief, she goes back to her seat and dozes off once again.