A night eternally tormenting souls, darkness growing more powerful, that bleeding moon high in the sky. One from times of yore steadily returning, her feverish resolve. Her continuously existing will, her sounding soul. Through the vast lands, the castle of Dragonkin's in view.

From deep within, inside of the throne room. Raphael sitting on his throne, awaiting a close individual. The worsening dusk, his growing unease. This blackness taking its toll on Lucia, his fearful heart.

His eyes on the door across the room, shortly shifting it to the ceiling above. Unease from him, thinking on her progress and safety. The opening door, that prince immediately turning his gaze to the direction.

Coming into full view, his companion standing on the other end. Relief expressing from him, rising from his seat. Closing the door, the dragon making her way towards him.

Witnessing her concern, his grim look. Meeting her halfway, both soon before the other. Her unusual mood, wondering on the problem.

"Why the concern?" folding his arms.

Looking away from him, her hand to her chest. Fearing the maiden's arrival, one possessing incalculable malevolence inside of them. Those eyes to her vision, that entity's resonating voice. Hesitantly reporting her finding, these concerning events to Raphael's attention.

The young woman reducing the valley to ruin, learning about her constantly fighting without a rest. A monstrous person, someone requiring extreme caution. An individual without limits, always rising to her challenge.

"To think...someone can possess this type of energy...it's unbelievable. You are certain she had no rest?" positioning his arms in a thinking posture.

Reflecting on her knowledge, straightening her information. Her presence from the shadows, observing the destruction. Darkness within the young woman, her undeniable hatred.

Numerous battles, wounds clearly on the maiden, yet her continuously persisting resolve. Lucia shaking her head from left to right, her eyes meeting with her companion's own.

These unsettling sentiments within him, pondering on a way to level the playing field. Worrying about the eternal night, his partner's curse of importance.

"She possibly took a short reprieve, but even then angels are not supposed to possess this level of power." Gripping her upper arm.

A strange individual, blackness at her depths. This steadily coming out, her sounding soul. Running on little rest, continuously pushing forward. Clashing against her enemies, refusing to remain in silence.

That prince turning away, gathering his nerves. The war shifting in the young woman's favor, a single entity combatting countless. Slightly looking away, little sense in this situation, escalating fear. Calming himself, shortly facing Lucia, folding his arms.

"Have to keep positive here, look at the bright side. When this night is over, there won't be as much dragons stalking our movements." Raphael joking a bit.

"I suppose so, but we will have a lot of work to do..." Holding her arms, looking away a bit.

A dragon disliking political affairs, someone doing so for another. A realm in a chaotic state, returning the light leading to many problems. A lot of work on their hands, his old friend always having his back, aiding him through thick and thin.

His companion always doing her best, no matter of her displeasure in the position. Thinking back to the past, the prince yearning for her light underneath the sun.

Sunlight shining through the throne room, many standing before the prince. Tension at a high, Raphael sitting on his seat, Lucia at his side.

Numerous conflicts, unrest around every corner. Trading at a limit, allies on the decline. Inhabitants of the kingdom growing in impatience, their extreme actions.

A problem on each end, food shortages, border problems. These concerning issues, the prince having an idea to tackle them. Expecting repercussions, having to do so.

Glancing to his companion, their meeting eyes, that dragon nodding in agreement. Walking forward, firmly holding down her hands.

"Get in contact with Celeste, Raiser will be more likely to assist with our trade. Seal off the border, those wishing to enter will have to send in an application like anyone else. We will also contact those allies moving away, and see what we can negotiate. Those are the orders, afterwards, we will narrow down what must be done." Lucia's calm voice.

"And of those trying to break in? What should we do?" the chairman folding his arms.

"Incapacitate, no killing. Escort them back, and have them on the first ship out of here. It can prove a good opportunity to further our allies." Lucia positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

Keeping errors to a minimum, steadily proceeding with a plan. Raphael expecting nothing less, his reliable companion. Those conversing in the room, working out the smaller and more pressing details.

A never ending day, annoyance growing in Lucia, that dragon continuously pushing forward. The prince taking hold of some documents, carefully reviewing it, shortly signing off on the agreement.

One by one, others slowly leaving the throne room, that dragon finally able to catch her breath. The chairman still remaining, his cautious eyes on the two.

"Prince, lady Lucia, you both have been very close since childhood, correct?" his hand to his chin.

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"Yes, might that be of some importance?"Raphael folding his arms.

Two old friends, their far ranking, this not mattering. A close bond between them, proceeding together. The kingdom accepting

Lucia over the years, her capabilities earning her respect. A ferocious individual on the battlefield, an intelligent person in political affairs.

Eventually suspecting the two's relationship, yet unable to pinpoint evidence. The chairman's hands behind his back, his lightening expression.

"You have yet to find a suitor, I doubt anyone will argue if it is you and lady Lucia here." Faintly smiling.

Lucia's slightly stern expression, her partner glancing in her direction. His awareness on her stance, wanting to keep their relationship away from anything political.

An impossibility to do so, minimizing the occurrence. The dragon passing the chairman, not speaking a word. Their eyes towards her, seeing her approaching the exit to the throne room.

Shortly leaving, witnessing the loud slamming of the door. The prince holding the side of his head, calming her not of an easy thing.

"Please, be-careful about your words. Anyway, Lucia and I are merely very good friends." Raphael rising from his seat, concern from him.

"Oh, I apologize, I will be mindful of my words." The chairman apologizing.

Choosing this direction, remaining in the shadows. Sentiments from days of old, cherishing their time together. Heading onward, the prince leaving the throne room.

The chairman looking to him, his suspicion on the situation. Raphael making his way to his companion's room, soon standing outside the door.

A crimson carpet extending from the hallway, murals on the walls, some flower vases on the side. Raising his hand, knocking on the door. Servants passing by, glancing to him.

His unsurprising location, one coming around these ends more than anywhere else. The entrance shortly opening, his companion standing there, her slightly stern expression.

"May I enter?" lowering his head a bit.

Completely opening the door, standing aside. The prince entering her room, the young woman closing the way. Standing in this area, Raphael gazing at a picture on the wall.

Two kids from the older days brightly smiling, fond memories returning to him. His eyes steadily trailing his surroundings, taking in the sight. Dressers along corners, a large bed. A path to the bathroom, a balcony to the side.

Shortly walking up to a desk, his attention on the many papers stacking tall. Facing her direction, Lucia looking away from him, holding her arms. Approaching her, the dragon's vision shifting to him.

This one in front of her, his hand moving behind her ear. Flexing his fingers, pulling back his arm, a crimson rose before her eyes. An embarrassing situation for her, turning from him, folding her arms.

"Come on...you can't stay mad..." Playfully poking her cheek.

An old friend doing much, putting up with her moods. A kind soul in this raging storm, appreciating him. Faintly smiling, facing his direction. Extending her hand, gripping the rose.

Those eyes of the wind resting on it, embracing in this momentary bliss. Wishing for normalcy, some small moments behind these doors. The prince stepping back, slightly grinning.

"Do not concern yourself, we will cross that bridge when we get there, but hopefully it doesn't break..." Raphael scratching the side of his cheek.

One never moving ahead without consulting with her, their strong bond. This actuality between them, conflict existing.

Working out their troubles, enjoying the smaller moments. Raphael passing her, opening the door. A servant walking by, her eyes on the rose in Lucia's hand, her shocking expression.

That prince looking back to the flower, then to the person a few times. This difficult situation to explain, unease from the two.

"I—I am gonna go...!" the person looking ahead.

"HELL NO!!!"

Both reaching out to the servant, grabbing her, pulling her into the room. Loudly slamming the door, those down the hall confusingly looking in the direction. Needing to maintain their cover, these persisting dragons.

Days of pleasure, companions proceeding together, always supporting each other. Sorrow may come, but even if for a moment, those worries going away with the other.

Blissful days from the past, two old friends continuously finding the brighter side. The night growing stronger, two persisting together. Their forever connecting hearts, no matter the morrow.

Raphael walking up to his companion, that dragon firmly holding down her hands. Residing in front of her, reaching behind her ear, flexing his fingers. Shortly pulling back his arm, a rose to her vision. Faintly smiling, extending her hand.

Taking hold of it, raising it to her nose. Doing her best to resist the eternal night, light existing in the deepest of darkness. Along the outskirts of the prince's castle, the group standing by the wall.

Security not present in the east, their low capacity. That young woman standing there, looking around the area, ensuring her surroundings.

Growing desperation, many fearing her with each passing hour. Her powerful resolve, a sinister secret inside the shadows. The eternal night itself, the answer to end it secluding in her past. Proceeding forward, her direction to punish the Magi's.

Her attention to the Queen, folding her arms, awaiting a plan of action. A party coming far, this sole dragon an important piece. Unable to go back, needing to reclaim the body of the king, a way to damage Hades.

"This kingdom has been in a constant state of hostility, it will be best to take a hidden entrance into the castle." The dragon positioning her arms in a thinking posture.

Increasing hostility, dragons highly on alert, that Queen once of their own. Requiring Raiser's body, this unsettling situation. Difficulty to avoid battle, the young woman's uncertainty on it.

Heading into enemy territory, importance on success. The Queen turning from the maiden, considering the safest way to maneuver around the castle.

"Where is it?" Cyra's hand on her waist.

"Just follow me, it's around the corner." The dragon glancing back to her.

Challenges ahead, these few facing it together. Disaster at any moment, hearts flowing along in the endless stream. Seeking out the faintest light, their goal in mind.

The young woman turning her attention to Anya, this excitable one. The Elven confusingly tilting her head to the maiden, Aster facing the princess' direction, scratching the back of his head.

"Anya, we need to be really quiet, okay?" Cyra's soft voice.

This confusing moment, the princess wondering on the reason. Thinking for a bit, shortly understanding the request. This critical mission, the Elven in awareness on the danger. Enemies around the corner, an operation from the shadows.

Cruelty within the night, companions valuably holding onto each other. Doing their best for one another, having massive grounds to cover, a severe situation. Immediately complying, the princess leaning a bit towards the maiden.

"Okay..." Anya whispering.

The sighing vampire, slowly shaking his head from left to right. Nonetheless, Anya grasping the dilemma. These familiar emotions, innocence from the princess, childishness from her.

Similarly to her old friend and vampire, faintly smiling. Days long ago, bliss in those times. An endless conflict, some pleasant memories within the young woman.

"Not that quiet." That vampire covering his face with his right hand.

The giggling Queen, experiences from the past. Those happy memories, a certain innocence from the Elven. A surprising meeting, her son forming a bond with a hostile race. Two growing close like sisters, spending their days with simpler activities, and even some more exciting ones.

This nightmarish dusk, events bringing back times from old. Sunlight seeming so far away, their dangerous path, those few persisting together.

"If anything, she is really adorable." The Queen smiling, turning to Anya.