Hello, Fanfic Readers.!
I am here to present my first ever fanfic. I am little weak in literature, and am choosing this place to improve myself. I would be happy to hear any kind of suggestions, and will try to post better chapters as they come along.
I have to sincerely apologies for making a crossover story and not a original one. :are_you_for_real:
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Under a bright full sun, a peaceful morning city with bustling market places, exercising military soldiers, cheerful kids running to prominent king approved magic school to arrive on time, many adventures leaving the town to hunt in the near by forests filled with variety of animals, both low & high leveled, small homes with mothers getting things in order for a new day, big houses with maids helping the mothers and there's a palace. A colossal structure which rivals any mountain, with countless people tending to make it look as elegant as possible. This palace was built by famous architects to mark as the symbol for unification of the whole continent of Tadeck.
Inside this palace's throne room sat a dignified man on the throne, remembering the days of his past. The ridiculous situation in which he made his first friend, a small smile crept onto his lips only to be followed by unending sadness. Sadness for losing the last of his friend, the friend who was feared to be the strongest creature on the world, which was told to have lived a millennium and would have had lived for another, had it not been cursed for death by a magic spell cast by dying demon lord killed by this then young man. The evil dying demon shouted with pleasure that it needed only few moments to send anyone to afterlife with that curse. It has been a century since then, it survived such a curse till yesterday. The man occupying the throne felt little proud for his strong willed friend. Well, after all that said friend was 'The Dragon King'.
The news of his friends' demise was hard to take in for a person, who felt little lonely even though having his family well and alive, even at this age. His many children were given authority over different sections of the kingdom, yet no one was a king. He felt it would be better if he could just simply accept death and move to peaceful afterlife. He hoped he could go to heaven, though his hands which killed many didn't help to keep his hope. He never killed anyone of his own race, but he was the reason to annihilate many strong creatures of other races only letting younglings live.
A soldier with blue star mark on his chest runs into the throne room which is only occupied by a imposing figure and ten royal guards who also have a blue star mark on their chest, who stayed whole night in that room along with their grieving King. Soldier bows down to The King, and says, "Your Highness, a message from north-east post - 1536".
"Speak"
"A massive dragon with blue scales followed by two dragons one which is red and other one black in color. They are headed straight to this city and are about 110 Km from here."
"Call in Vickery and Samener. Tell them to meet me in north east terrace with their weapons."
"As you command".
Soldier bows once and starts sprinting out of the throne room. Royal guards get ready for their king.
A strong looking man with high levelled armor enters the throne and bows loyally.
"Greeting you highness. It is a wonderful day. It seems dragons are coming to meet you."
"Yes, Commander-in-chief, in fact they want to party in here."
"I don't think we cannot arrange items to please the dragons, for we are..."
"Commander"
"Yes, your highness!"
"You do realize their intentions, right?"
"The dragons were the followers of The Dragon king. They have coming to meet you, for you were a true friend and a person on equal to Dragon King himself."
"Then why do I feel the killing intent?"
"..."
After a short pause, "Your Highness, are they coming for you?"
"..."
"I am sorry, your highness, I didn't realize they would want to attack you as soon as the demise of their king."
"They are wild dragons and not the followers of The Dragon King. They believe I have lived under the shadow of Dragon King and want to kill me to prove themselves."
With saying that The King stands up and starts moving to north-east terrace, followed by commander and his royal guards.
At the prescribed terrace, he is greeted by two of his eldest sons who came ready with weapons with were best at. They still remember the last time their father told them to bring a weapon, it was to test their skills. Though both of the did good, but it was not good enough for the king. To be good enough for him, meant to be on comparable to his own level.
Vickery brought a bow with no arrows for which it didn't need one, and Samener brought a sword.
All the people on terrace looked towards, north east direction, but only three of the people present could clearly look at the incoming dragons filled with killing intent.
The King raised his right arm, the bracelet of blue and white color loosened from his wrist and transformed into a spear of nearly 5m in height , 20 cm in diameter and with intricate designs of complex magic which only a handful people could decipher.
"You remember dragon point, don't you?"
"Yes, father" both of them said in unison. Both of the sons kept their weapons ready but were still not in stance to attack. First attack in any battle should be from the king and the war only started after a small prayer from the King, who had the title of "Angel of Death".
"Oh lord!, Please let the creatures which we are going to kill be safely led in the afterlife."
The king set the <
Spear started floating air and started aiming at the incoming blue sky dragon name Aareos. Anyone could tell, king was aiming for the dragons head. It would be foolish to think such a head on attack could work on sky dragon known for their agility, and it would be even more foolish to think any weapon could break the scales of a dragon.
But neither the weapon was ANY weapon nor the wielder was ANY person.
Air around the floating spear started compressing and with sharp eye one could tell from the translucent structure covering the spear on whole was some kind of propeller. In face in simple terms it was gun. The king made a replicate of gun with his magic, which didn't need any kind of ammunition except the air itself. The spear was equivalent to bullet and for the movement of this 'bullet', two different type of magics were used. One was a movement spell, which can propel the spear at near supersonic speed, which would be activated only after the ammunition for the spear went off. And for the ammunition it was super compressed super hot air. The barrel of the gun type structure made of air, starting to have runes over on them for no heat to be passed to wielder, not that would matter. The barrel itself was long enough for the compressed air to expand during the discharge. All this set-up was completed in mere moment.
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The king took a deep breath and let the spear free.
There was frightening roar coming from seemingly small dot from 100 km away from them. The roar itself sent a chill down all the people in the city except a noted few on a north-east terrace of the palace. But the roar itself, stopped midway because of a certain spear which can travel at a speed more than that of sound without creating any type of sound itself pierced through head of Blue Sky dragon, making a huge hole on it's head and severed the point called dragon point inside it's head, making the dragon go limp. The dragon itself was alive with more than 40% hp, but could be said, cannot and can never use it's own body ever again. Looking at their comrade going limp before their eyes remaining dragons focused on forward to find the attacker. They find one man on the terrace of a certain palace which they thought to destroy, leaving calm and serene fighting spirit enveloping whole of the palace. Due to his fighting spirit they won't be able to find or notice any other people on the palace, they didn't need anyone else to care about, since it was this man himself who made the Sky Dragon fall on the ground limp. They go into frenzy to kill this human who dares to go against dragons themselves.
"Father, you never miss the target."
"Father, I will bring you glory by not missing the dragon point."
"Vickery, make sure to pierce the dragon scales with those imaginary arrows of yours. Unlike you, I am sure my sword can cut through them like a knife on butter."
"Brother, please first make sure reach the dragon first then talk about..."
Both brothers teased each other before any kind of match they have, since their childhood. But, as if reminding those two they need to start the match itself, their father keeps a hand on the eldest son who wields a sword and the son disappears.
Knowing what has happened, since it is not the first time their father has teleported his brother to near monsters, though not knowing it would be the last time, younger son jumps up in air takes aim at the dragon point of red dragon as if wanting the arrow to move between two scales on the forehead. As he stretches the string of the bow, seemingly intangible arrow appears and he let's it go. Intangible items are known to pass through any physical object which made many adventures to believe they can kill dragons which led to their death. Dragon have high resistance towards intangible items, but people who mastered 'phantom arts' can overcome this resistance. Though younger son has mastered the arts but still couldn't overcome all the resistance of the dragon scales.
As the arrow left the bow, Vickery looks for his brother who appears above black dragons head, takes aim, covering his sword with sword blade aura which in turn has roots from phantom arts and goes for down thrust. In the next moment both, dragons before even before they could show any resistance go limp and fall on the ground. The sword wielding elder son appears again with his shoulder under the palm of his father.
"Well done, both of you. You make me proud."
"It was all thanks to your teachings, father."
"The royal prince has outdone themselves this time. I would have been like these soldiers here if I had took my attention away, even for a moment." Looking at the princes and the soldiers, Commander comments.
"To think they mighty dragons are a child's play for the royal family makes the whole continent proud." says a valued royal guard named Shin.
"But father, I am curious to know why did use pure physical force to take down the dragon? You could have used phantoms arts you created."
"Yes, father, why? Is it because you wanted to let the dragon know you could break it scales?"
"May be. But the fact that I can break those scales is a rather well known fact. My intentions were rather simple. I wanted the sky dragon to feel a little pain even for an instant."
"Go along with soldiers and workers to loot the dragon. Make sure to properly remove the rare and live organs of the dragon."
"The dragons are alive?" asked the commander.
"Physically yes, but all three are brain dead."
Commander says, "They say drinking dragon blood increase all the stats by 50~100, I will personally go and ...."
"Blood is not meant to drink, Jack. Just collect it for research purpose.", King commands.
It was obvious commander wouldn't get any blood to drink.
"Ha ha, commander Jack, cheer up, I am sure sister will be coming in few days and she will cook dishes made of dragon meat. Though it is strictly for royal family, I will ask her to give you a plate. That would be enough to raise your stat by at least 50." says bow wielding prince.
Happy with the offer, commander cheers up.
"Bring your sons and daughters, kingdoms needs stronger children. I will talk to 'cooking queen' for few extra plates." Continued Eldest prince.
"I am sure it will cost you, your treasured gems to convince the 'cooking queen', brother"
"I am fine with it."
Looking at the two eldest sons of his, The Emperor was happy with their strength which can protect the kingdom from all kinds of dangers, was deeply in thought on how can he pass on to after life for he was virtually immortal.
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As I have said before, I would really appreciate your any suggestion to improve my writing. [34.gif]
Thank you for reading. :grin:
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