he royal palace, the tension was extreme and one hero, a young blond man, knocked one of the guards to the ground.
The lead knight, Rose, a woman of extreme beauty asked what was going on. She was tall, 17 years old, with long blond hair, a thin face, almost like an elf.
Her plate armour hid pectorals that would make any bodybuilder swoon. Not an atom of fat... except in her chest, protected by a breastplate that diminished her femininity.
To her right, a rapier sword was protected by a hard black sheath and the hilt was carved with her family crest: a silver griffin.
She was the admiration of all the knights and she was directly responsible to the Minister of Defence, her direct boss, who in turn was responsible to the Queen and equal in authority to the First Princess. The Second Princess was of no importance to her. She was just a decoration.
The knight in charge of security appeared out of nowhere behind the white-haired hero and helped the guard to his feet.
"Is this how you stroll around the palace shoving aside the guards I'm responsible for?"
The hero turned around "You call them guards? I'd say straw men protected by an iron box that serves as armor"
Rose: "You will calm down and go back to the lobby before I throw you in irons."
"I don't take orders from a butterfly who calls himself the leader of the knights"
Immediately, he charged his fist with mana and his aggressive aura manifested to smear Rose on the floor.
She frowned and with a slap, she deflected the hero's fist coming like a meteor.
A split second later, the hero couldn't turn around in time and ended up face down on the stone wall, leaving a crater where he had been hit, his left arm locked behind his back. Rose had mastered the hero.
"You are summoned and have divine blessings, but you have no combat experience. Heroes playing young roosters, I break them and eat them for breakfast!"
She invoked a movement restriction spell. "You are under arrest and will not be released until the hero exchange meeting."
"I promise to make you regret it"
"They all say that... but after a few days in the dungeon, they cry and lick my boots! You will be no exception!"
Surrounded by a circle of light sticking his arms behind his back, the hero was ruthlessly led by the guards he jostled to his new home: a dungeon deep in the cellars of the imperial palace.
Chlorophylle passed him and the hero stared at her before the guard made him bow his head to the princess
"We bow our heads to royal blood" But the guards looked at the princess with vicious eyes.
And one of them whispered to the other. "Patience... soon we can have fun with her..."
The hero grinned, but his grin faded as the two guards kicked and kicked him until he was unconscious, his head swollen and his arches swollen to hide his eyes.
"This is what a hero should look like after a fight. This is your first lesson in endurance..hahaha!" Then he threw him unceremoniously into a dark dungeon.
Chlorophylle had witnessed the carnage and ran away, afraid of suffering the same fate.
"Little sister... how did it come to this? Why do you hate me now? What have I done to you? What about dad? Why can't you see anything?"
She took refuge in her room and barricaded herself in.
It was filthy and worse than a servant's room because she did everything herself.
Then she collapsed against the wall. "Nobody loves me here, everybody hates me... Please, Godfather, help me," she begged.
She then received from under her door, a letter... open, the seal broken.
"Dear Princess, I know that life in the castle is not easy, nor is life outside. Here, great changes are taking place and we have a surprise for you that will arrive in a few days. His name is Mir, and that's all I can say without spoiling anything."
At these words, the smile returned and she wondered what or who the mysterious "Mir" would be.
All she knew was that the "Old Man", her godfather, had been looking after her welfare since she was a child.
Meanwhile, in the tower, the old man "trained" me like a butler.
He showed me portraits that I had to recognise and, above all, be wary of.
"Don't trust anyone in the palace. It's a chessboard and everyone is at war with each other. They kill each other outside the palace by proxy... scandals, assassins, poisons, spies, corruption."
I nodded and Vigil, well one of his names, Virgil..whatever, he was the "Old Man" and rightly so. His name remained a mystery and that was by design.
"I'm counting on you to protect my little princess!"
"And her little sister, the heiress?"
"She was nice until her mother intervened to put distance between the two sisters. She's mean and arrogant but it's not her fault... you have to forgive her but you have to protect Chlorophylle, even from her sister. Don't take any life if possible but don't touch her sister. Even if it's to save her life, she can't forgive you..."
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"And... how do we make sure we are recognized?"
"Don't worry about that... Kratos will stay around to protect you and will have the mission to help the dragon knights hunt monsters in the forests around the capital. He will never be far away. He will have a mana stone to communicate with you if you are desperate.
Your brother and sisters and your grandmother and two other wyverns are here with Romas and are learning the laws and rules and being taught a little bit of life skills and respect for living beings. Your grandmother is an artist and is fascinated by craftsmen. She will support the others and Doc learns the art of healing.
The rest learn chivalry and will be dragon hunters.
I'm sorry to tell you this but... the other wyverns are stupid and could be compared to aggressive monkeys compared to the men of our ancient world. They are pests with nothing to show for it. We can only make them mounts if caught in the nest.."
"I understand...that's why my tribe is precious too!"
"Mir... I need to tell you something... Your tribe... they are like the savages at first but you have a kind of power to pass on wisdom around you. They have been bathed in your aura for over a year, even from your egg... and that's what made them change, made them special. You are the treasure. "
"Yes... but my treasure is Mum and Dad and my little family. Smart or not... they love me and that's what matters."
"Yes, but that saved you from killing each other in the nest.... The dominant wyvern ejects other eggs or young from its nest and often devours them... the parents' love being different."
I suspected as much and shed a tear. But perhaps the gods have granted me their mercy with this blessing? Perhaps?
Then I hugged the "Old Man" between my paws as a sign of affection
"Thank you Lord!"
"Doesn't killing other wyverns offend you? "
"No. Whether it's a wyvern, a troll or a human...the form doesn't matter..it's the spirit, the person or the beast in front that counts."
Romas arrived with these words, a little out of breath from climbing all those stairs and exhausted from training those wyverns, as well as taking on his role as a mercenary guild leader.
The "Old Man" turned to the "Son".
"Mir is ready... you can go!"
Then I concentrated by closing my eyes, and my size was divided by 4.
I flew up and landed on Romas' forearm, like a well-trained falcon.
"You'll also have to get the princess a leather glove for your paws!!!"
I lowered my head to actually see my talons digging into the chain mail.
But meanwhile, a knight in red armour riding a wyvern entered the forbidden forest, heading east.
He noticed after several days of travel a colony of wyverns with smoke coming out of the caves and...above all an imperial flag flying on top of the small rocky mountain.
Wyverns were coming and going east towards the imperial dragon hunters' fortress.
"Majesty... can you see through my eyes?"
"Of course Siegfried! They are wonderful specimens... The true heirs of the lost Draconis line. Who would have thought that wyvernus would have this heritage.
I need the breeding pairs and the young. Leave the injured or disabled. "
"Yes, your majesty."
He landed and cast an invisibility spell on himself and his mount and approached.
He could see sketchy workshops and a fascinating inn and draconic forge.
What a pity, what a waste... they could have developed a city or a draconic kingdom, thought the mage knight.
The wyverns didn't stink and everything was clean, organized and structured.
This was the world's first wyvern civilization, a rebirth of the ancient draconic mythical kingdom of which almost no traces remain and which dates back to the creation of this world, long before the coming of beings from other planes, such as the Atlanteans, and the elves and other sentient races torn from their distant world.
As if taking images, the rider had a sceptre topped with a large red gem.
He scanned the whole thing to reveal what was invisible and hidden, but here, nothing, no real treasure, except for a few coins in the inn to be used as primary currency and to be refilled in barrels of beer.
He sighed and moved on, meeting the first wyverns who were not even aware of his presence. Some of them had the instinct to turn around before collapsing in a forced sleep.
Every corner was visited and all the wyverns fell asleep.
Those that were wounded remained and the others were "sucked" into the gem by a red ray.
After his work of extermination was done, the rider flew away but was seen by Blanche who was coming back to see her mother.
Panic-stricken, and by the silence, she followed the wyvern a little and ran out of breath. She made a note in her head of the crest showing an all-seeing eye on top of a tower.
She stormed back to her cave and saw no one else.
Only 1 wyvern was sleeping in her lodge, recovering from a silly injury the day before.
"MAMANNNN!!! MAMAAAANN!" cried the little wyvern.
Then she went to the inn and saw no one. Nothing... They were no longer there.
She felt the anger rising in her and then collapsed with grief, going to take refuge near the only adult wyvern left "Aunt" Sido, the clumsy of the clan, single... She was a young adult who had not yet had a brood.
Then she woke up, groggy, and was overcome with fear. She smelled the knight, an unknown smell.
With Blanche, they explored the surroundings and had to face the facts... They were all gone.
Sido also started to cry...
Great as an adult to protect a child wyvern... Her lack of maturity was also the reason why she was not courted by the males.
Blanche: "We have to warn Kratos and Doc... and Granny!! and and..."
"Mir," added Sido.
Snow: "I'm afraid... they'll come back for us!!!! let's run!!!"
Snow and Sido ran to the only place where any semblance of protection was offered...
Surrender to the humans ....
By the end of the day, Sido and Blanche had returned and were begging to enter the yard...
The "Old Man" motioned for the door to be opened and they rushed in, searching and sniffing after the other wyverns...
Then came the "siren."
They cried and screamed like children crying after their mother left in a shop.
I had left with Romas the day before and I could not know anything.
The "old man" approached the two white wyverns and waited for them to calm down.
"White? Is that you?"
"Yesssssss grandpa!!!"
He was surprised to be associated with a benevolent uncle, especially from a young beast, well a young dragoness.
"They're goneiiiiss... all of them... the evil red soldier on the wyvern took them all... he took mamaaaan.... I want PAPAAA!!!"
"Calm down, little one... Your daddy and Mir are safe and have gone to the king for you...But what is going on??? Who is the evil red soldier?"
"Yes...he He He had a horrible red stick...with an eye on the end and his back had an eye on a castle"
The "Old Man" recognized immediately that it was an attack of the Magical Republic.. It was the crest of the Enchantress. Best known as the Witch of the West. She ruled the western part of the continent but also the underground kingdoms and the huge dungeon miles below ground, almost as big as the continent.
He took Snow's paw and stroked her head.
"This is your home... no one will hurt you here anymore. But to reassure you, they are wyverns and the enchantress must have been interested in you.
If you go back, you might get caught too. But they are not in danger. They will probably have to carry knights as mounts or assist the enchantress. Maybe she'll help them to become real dragons but she'll probably never kill them. They are too precious.
Snow: "And what will become of us? "
"I'm going to teach you magic, so you can defend yourself and help the empire that will protect you. I want you to make human friends and when we're ready, we'll raise an army and crush the sorceress and free your family."
The wyvern wasn't smart enough to ask for more or to find out why they hadn't already defeated the witch.
The "Old Man" continued: "The witch has an artifact that sends lightning bolts to the ground and decimates our armies. Only a dragon immune to lightning could destroy the artifact and break the witch. Mir might be able to do it, but he's only a baby dragon, well, a very young dragon... He doesn't stand a chance now.
"Snow and Sido, you must find Romas and Mir by flying east to warn them.
Your father will certainly be there.