Michael Drakin was a man of great prestige; commanding levels of respect, power and wealth that his peers could not even dream of.

Not only did he had successfully stabilized the Drakin clan, which at the moment of his youthful inheritance was riddled with strife and infighting, but also led it into a golden era of prosperity.

Now the Drakin clan, after enjoying an almost half-century of his leadership, was a force to be reckoned with. In the Hoenn region, where it was based, it perpetually controlled everything; from politics to business it had ingrained its giant claws everywhere.

However such success came at a cost; Michael Drakin had to devote his very being to achieve such fruits. Now even though he had countless wives and numerous children and grandchildren . He was still stranger to the vast majority of them. 

But this situation never concerned him, for he never had a lot of compassion for his ceaselessly expanding family to began with; satisfying his hunger for companionship every couple of years with a new youthful wife.

However, this all was about to change.

While languishing one afternoon in one of his many offices in the Honen region, Michael Drakin was awakened from his workaholic stupor by a sudden call from his secretary, informing him that James, the chief Butler, was requesting to talk to him about an urgent matter which required his instantaneous attention.

Just because of James reputation of being a no-nonsense man. Micheal agreed to receive the call abandoning his earlier work. 

With a phone attached to his right ear, while a cigar puffing clouds of smoke from his lips, Micheal answered the call. And in seconds his face become pale; his cigar unknowingly falling from his jaws. 

The chat was very long, with the Pyroar share of it involving a total silence from Micheal's part. However, by the end of it, his usual smirk was able to regain his hold upon his face now along with a strange sort of excitement in it.

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Launching himself from his XL chair Micheal with long and quick strides, as much his short and large legs could offer, made his way out of his office; yelling at his poor staff to have his chopper be readied on the roof before he got there.

His other employees who were about to board the elevator, seeing his mad march towards them, vacated it; moving sideways to make way for his corpulent personage. 

Remaining true to his commands, the Drakin Chieftain was greeted with the sight of his personal, heavy duty chopper, along with his flying crew and staff. Getting inside and ordering it to start right away, with its intended destination being his ancestral mansion, he knew that this was going to be a long journey.

Floating a thousand meters above the ground, Micheal could now finally contemplate about the details of the earlier call which had caused the dismissal of his concrete schedule.

It was still hard for him to believe that one of his grandsons had completed the 'Trial Of The Dragon'. A legendary and elusive ritual which for centuries had observed a total silence.

This meant tremendous news; not only would it equip his relatively young family of Dragon Tamers with great prestige in the dragon bloodline circle, but it would also grant the Achiever of it the right to govern all the Draconian clans and families dispersed throughout the different regions, a claim which Micheal would surely exploit utilize.

This abrupt event also freed him from one of his greatest predicament; a problem which had become a bane of his peaceful nights: the selection of a successor. 

"Otto Drakin" he whispered the name of his now apparent heir, while nonchalantly staring at the rapidly moving clouds. Though it had been more than a decade when he lasts me this now 16 years old he still remembered him.

This boy's mother, who was Micheal's daughter, had died in a tragic accident along with her husband he was barely 1 year old.

Though he doesn't remember the detail of that event, what he does recall was loads of paperwork and the drainage of huge sums of cash he had to endure in order to secure this kid's custody against the wishes of his father's side of the family. 

He had to do it all to satisfy his nagging 2nd wife who was adamant about parting from her only child's last remnant on the world. Though unfortunately she also died a year later or a two. After that Micheal was almost blank about Otto's subsequent life events.