An unrestful night, highness of emotions. One from the deepest of abyss rebounding to the surface, devils growing fearful. An image returning to their souls, those eyes clawing away at them.

An entity from long ago, her persisting heart. Deep in the night, a darker atmosphere around massive walls. A kingdom containing the will of the dragons, a sub species of a race.

Dragonkins holding the resolve of mighty beasts, a castle stretching into the sky. Highbred's possessing the power of a dragon, humanoid in appearance. Numerous nations falling to them, few wishing in going against them.

Through the labyrinth of a garden, deeper inside, passing the halls so high. Statues lining the interior, paintings from different times on the walls.

Carpets of luxury paving the way, a throne room shortly in view. From within, fine decors everywhere, a crimson carpet lining to the seat. Figures of dragons along the ends, each part representing the pride of these beasts.

That Prince of Dragons sitting at his throne, scales black as the night, eyes reflecting the sea. His uneasy vision, carefully thinking on the situation. This never ending night, the presence of several powerful entities in the realm of the mortals.

This nightmarish experience, a worsening conflict. Certainty in the gods hand in it, these unsettling feelings. The presence of another in this realm, this unease in him.

That opening door, this catching his attention. Shifting his gaze ahead, someone arriving. Scales glistening in the night, crimson like the moon, those gentle eyes of the wind.

This dragon nervously making her way to him, that prince revealing a smile. Rising from his set, meeting her halfway. That shy one standing there, slightly looking down.

"Lucia, is it true that someone is trying to resurrect the late king?" the prince positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

"Yes sire, but...it is not the life of the king they seek, but his body." Her hand to her chest.

"His body you say? That is very odd." Glancing away.

Strangeness at every turn, one trying to resurrect the body of the late king. Wondering on the purpose, questions plaguing his mind. Answers eluding him, an unnerving situation.

This stirring his stomach, extraordinary abilities in Raiser, a man able in leveling armies. A body without a soul, that prince listening on. This development to his interest, more existing to this picture.

"They wish to give his body to Hades, since Raiser is the last descendant of the Harmonizers." Her index finger to her chin.

This information to his attention, steadily fitting together these pieces. A beast requiring the body of a human, Raiser possessing an ancient power. A race from ancient times, guardians to this world, their slowly fading existence. One still remaining, not needing his soul.

This frightening knowledge, his beating chest. Growing concern in the prince, this harsh reality. A dragon able in withstanding the night, his companion descending into madness. Desperately trying to stop this, awareness on the outcome of failure.

"If that is to happen...this night will never cease..." A cold chill running down his spine.

Her eyes on him, this distressing situation to her awareness. This night bringing out the deepest of darkness inside of her, a transformation eating away the prince.

Doing his best, the passing time clawing away at him. Tirelessly working, trying to bring this dusk to an end. One solution after the next, an answer not there. That bleeding moon shining down, the daylight so far away.

"Your order?" Lucia slightly looking down.

Able in relying on her, trusting in her. That one always at his side, this dusk claiming many. Worrying about her, her slowly fading state. Two tackling this situation together, no matter of the difficulties.

Believing in her, reaching for the smallest of light. Flying down his path, yearning for the sun. Not giving in, searching for any possibility. Gratefulness to this one, their bond over the years. Valuing this, not letting go. Selfishly pursuing his path, this opportunity to him.

"Lucia, there is no time to spare, try and secure the body." Urgency from his voice.

"Very well." Bowing to him.

This unnerving situation, a worsening war. His partner descending into madness, this fear inside of him. That turning companion, heading on her way. His distant eyes on her, witnessing her leaving the room.

That closing door, his racing heart. Facing away, lowering his head, his shaking fists. Each playing a part, working towards their goal. Thinking back to the past, that bright sunlight in those times. Joy between the two, their little worries.

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Days of the past, warm light shining down in a field of flowers. A lake not far, this fresh air around. Birds flying across the sky, smaller animals running through. Lucia sitting in this area, holding a rabbit in her arms.

Brightly smiling, gently rubbing its head. That dragon prince sitting at her side, looking up into the endless sky. Always together since their younger days, his companion never a brave one in the presence of others.

Her capabilities on the battlefield much above countless, a ferocious individual. Creatures rushing over to her, this surprising her. Rabbits, squirrels, and other little ones leaping at her.

"Aah!!"

Falling back, her eyes on the animals surrounding her. That laughing prince, embracing in this experience with his old friend. A bit embarrassing this is to her, her slightly flushing face.

Sighing from her, that young woman sitting up, some frustration at the prince. Picking up a squirrel, raising it to him. Their meeting eyes, some unease coming over him.

Extending her hand, pulling open the top of his armor, dropping it in. Her companion immediately rising, desperately trying to get it out.

The prince running around, Lucia pointing at him, laughing at this. After some time, this one standing before her, his humorless gaze. Her shining smile at him, a sigh soon leaving him, scratching the back of his head.

Those days engraving into his mind, smiling in those times. This night slowly taking it away, his grieving heart. Not giving in, continuing onward.

No matter the morrow, this prince pushing onward, wanting his old friend at his side. Darkness plaguing the realm of the humans, despair clawing away at the soul.

New developments around each corner, that will to oppose grabbing hold. Smallness of hope, pursuing this chance. That prince gazing at his hand, his distant eyes.

"There has to be more to it than the body. Either way, I have to end this night, Lucia probably cannot last much longer..."

Refusing to relent, yearning in stopping this night. Concerning with only one, his desperate path. Out in the wasteland, deep in a valley, a woman resembling the Dragonkins racing through this area.

Stopping her movements, trying to catch her breath. Her attention behind, gauging the distance of her pursuer. Eyes carrying the ferocity of the dragons, this fiery red color, horns not with her.

Her distressing gaze, constantly looking over her shoulder. One faltering in the night, having to flee, uncertainty in her time on the run. Approaching footsteps, this woman quickly glancing around.

"Oh? There you are my Queen hm hm."

Unsettling emotions, her growing fear. Her trembling heart at this voice, turning her attention in the direction. Her vision on Richter, this one standing from a distance.

That former knight folding his arms, giving her a smile. A thorn in his side, difficulty tracking her down. Stepping back, her hateful eyes on him. A traitor amongst them, his hand in this.

This uncaring former knight, his own goal in mind. To achieve the nigh impossible, everything towards his path, this night bringing him closer to what is within.

"Richter...how could you...?" her sharp tone.

Sighing from him, calmly shrugging at this. Expecting this question, ignorance in it. One part of his grief, carrying this for years. Living in torment, enduring everyday.

A king responsible for his despair, a Queen sharing in this burden. Increasing rage, a coming opportunity. Reaching for the slimmest of chances, screaming out.

His boiling desires, continuing onward in this madness. His wish within, importance in seeing it through to the end. This unforgiving dusk, that bleeding light shining down on them.

"Don't give me that, you and your husband were the reason for the destruction of my family. It's only right that I give you the same taste of pain I have felt..." Richter slightly looking away in disgust.

These never ending images, constantly returning to his mind. Helplessness of him, that king laying ruin to his home. This information to the Queen, understanding more.

His horrible experience, an outcast to many. Her husband's action alienating him, a place of solace not existing. Taking in this one, trying to giving him a family again.

Never leaving pain, royalty treating him as a peasant. Ascending higher, a moment of bliss not existing. His growing hatred, manifesting over the years. His joy no more, this going away with his home.

"My, if you haven't given up your pride as a dragon, then this would be concerning for me, but you just had to fall in love with that king. What a shame, but that is life ya know." That shrugging former knight.

Unpredictable outcomes, life leading its way. Joy in events of the past, two meeting on a certain day. Bliss for a fleeting moment, happiness in that time.

Her husband losing his life, this night washing over the realm, her grief within. Chaos ensuing, disarray around every corner. Fleeing into the dusk, that former knight pursuing her. Longness of his chase, finally catching up to her.

"I do not regret the decision I made, not even for a second." Her hand to her chest, sternly looking at the man.

Unsurprising words, one embracing in times of bliss, another an outcast. Jealousy over the years, others having a place of belonging. This hatred inside of him, those burning desires.

Yearning for the past, the night bringing him some hope. A way in grasping what is within, seeking after it. Continuing onward no matter the morrow, no matter the sorrow. A soul shackling to the land, a heart wanting freedom. His grief inside, resisting the reason of the others.

"I do not doubt you do, farewell..." His serious tone on her.

Revealing his blade underneath the moonlight, that Queen stepping back. Her way in going forward, a small bit of hope. Searching out someone, not willing in falling here.

Deeply inhaling, unleashing fearsome fire on her foe. Harshly spreading flames, engulfing the former knight, an enormous inferno stretching to the sky. Striking the relentless fire, those dispersing flames, particles raining down on the land.

His attention ahead, his growing frustration. A Queen escaping in this attack, a disappointing outcome. Extending his sword, placing it away. His destination in mind, his eyes on the open path.

"Hmph...well played. However, I will be meeting you soon." Calmness from him.

Moving onward, something more of importance at hand. This mysterious night, something around each corner. Desires inside of the former night, hatred at his core. A wish within him, reaching for his light at the end of this darkness.

Joining with Hades, an opportunity in his hands. These dreadful sentiments, going far, opposing the rationality of others. Conflict everywhere, a heart yearning for freedom. His shackling soul, racing towards his goal.