Today was the day that I came to inspect the prison camp near the former border of the Saxon Kingdom. It was a nice and peaceful day. The birds were flying, the wind was calm, and best of all the sun was shining through the clear skies.

“Prime Minister Falk.” said the coachman. “We are almost arriving at your destination; shall I inform a cavalryman to alert your arrival to the guards at the main gate?”

“Yes boy, that would be a wise decision,” I said in a stern voice. I had to keep this aggressive demeanor for the sake of propaganda, and I hate it. That foolish High King Tyr, this world would have been better if his younger brother Magnir took the throne.

“Prime Minister?” asked the young guardsman beside the coachman.

“What is it, lad?”

“Have you heard the rumors of the Dragonlords be revived?”

“Yes I have, what about it?”

“Well, I know you can’t say much Prime Minister, but what do you think of the rumors?”

“I think it’s just rumors meant to scare merchants to purchase more caravan guards,” I said as calmly as possible. In truth, I was quite troubled by this news. The resurrection of the Dragonlords meant danger for our Kingdom since most of them are buried in our great empire. If they were to be revived, it would mean a great end to the empire and possibly the world.

I sighed. This era of High King Tyr keeps on getting worse and worse. I laid my head beside the wall of the stagecoach and closed my eyes. At least, for now, I can relax, after all, I’m just inspecting a prison camp meant for noble children, what trouble could there be?

When I opened my eyes we were within sight of the main gates to the prison camp. The guards were lined up in proper formation. However, there was something odd, there was a guard crowding around the watchtower. What a blatant disregard of regulation.

Then I heard a loud roar behind me. When I turned around I saw a giant flying object heading towards us.

It was scaly and had wings that stretched out longer than small farm fields. It had horns the size of swords and if it stood on its bare feet, it could tower over many 3-floored buildings. The color of it was a dirty yellow, like a rotten pear, and had red eyes. Its features reminded me of an ancient creature from a fairy tale, a dragon. I turned towards the coachman.

“Coachman?”

“Y-yes, sir?”

“Can you make the horses stampede towards the prison camp?”

“B-but sir that could possibly damage the coach and make the wheels fly off in the pro-”

“I don’t care boy! Can you see that we have a bigger danger coming towards us!”

“Un-understood sir!”

The dragon let out a loud roar causing some of the guards to run away in terror while others collapsed in front of me. As I heard the horses start running fasters towards the gate, I turned towards the dragon and noticed something fishy.

On top of the Dragon were two people. It seemed like they were riding it and it was under their control. It was quite obvious that this was no longer a natural catastrophe, it was an attack.

“This is quite damning evidence,” I mumbled to myself. These two people were the Dragonlords and they have come to kill someone with brute force.

I then looked forward, the coach was bouncing up and down as the coachman tried to make the horses pull it faster. As we arrived at the gates, the horses managed to smash them open at the expense of their own strength. The coach came to a sudden stop as I caught myself before being forced off it.

I quickly got off the coach and pulled off my cape. I looked around me, seeing chaos and guards running all over the place; meanwhile, the prisoners were using this chaos as a chance to escape the prison. I gripped my sword tightly. Damn these pieces of shit Dragonlords, it would be too much work to order the recapture of these prisoners, especially with peace talks underway. I will order their emancipation later.

I sighed, but that’s not important right now, what is important is the impending battle that was going to happen in front of me. I looked over towards the group of mages huddled in a circle clearing plotting something suspicious.

“You, mage guards, over there!”

“Y-yes sir,” said one in a blue robe with gold accents.

“I want you guys to aid the archers to bring down that dragon.”

“But what about the prisoners?”

“Fuck them, we need to focus on the more important matters at hand!” I said in an unwavering manner.

“Yes, Prime Minister!” he responded.

The group of mages then quickly rushed towards the main gates where all the mercenary archers were beginning to shoot at the dragon. At least there’s some semblance of order here. Even if it's from people with no damn loyalty to this empire.

I rushed towards the command center of the prison camp. The smell of smoke and fire started piercing my tongue as I turned around, I saw large fireballs heading towards me. I quickly maneuvered out of the way as I moved my head forward.

Woosh. The sound of a fireball barely missing me as it flew past my ears. This was no longer a manner of trying to establish order. This was a manner of trying to survive.

When I arrived at the command center, I saw a group of high-ranking officers huddling around the table.

“What are we going to do now, the prisoners are escaping!” said one of the mage officers.

“Forget the prisoners, we need to run away, while the lower ranks are covering us!” responded the head cavalry officer.

“W-what are you talking about these prisoners are responsible for our paycheck, if we manage to kill this dragon, but are unable to recapture these prisoners. The king will have our heads!” exclaimed the warden.

“Forget the king, we must flee to another kingdom for the sake of our lives!” yelled the mercenary captain.

 I then took a large step forward, stomping on the ground whilst moving. I then opened my mouth and cast [Voice of the High King!] calming everyone down, whilst causing them to shut their mouths. They all turned towards me as I began to cross my arms.

 “Gentleman,” I said while clearing my throat. “Now that you have all calmed down, do you have any suggestions?”

 They all looked at each other then looked back at me shaking their heads.

 “Really now? That’s disappointing, I guess it's my turn to take charge.” I said in an overly confident tone as possible. My lord Hibiscus, please save me from this torture of acting like a cocky bastard. “We kill the dragon and the people riding on it.”

 “Th-they are people riding it? Like commanding it? You know like the people in the story, the Dragonlords!” exclaimed the Head Priest.

“We aren’t even sure if these people are the Dragonlords, besides, they’ve been dead for centuries, how strong could they be?” I responded.

 “That’s easy for you to say.” responded a familiar voice coming from behind me.

  I turned around; it was an old man wearing a bluecoat over iron armor. He had green eyes and blonde hair. His ears were pointy, and his chin was sharp. It was the leader of Noble Faction, Earl Alf of Yellowfield.

“Earl Alf, what are you doing so far away from your domain?” I responded in a confident demeanor.

 “Isn’t it obvious I came to aid you against this dragon.”

 “But your domain is past Greenwood, how did you know of a Dragon attacking this prison camp so soon,” I responded.

 “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.  Isn’t it obvious? As a High Elf, I used my powers of intuition.”

 “Sounds like bullshit to me,” I mumbled.

“What was that?” he said in his usual cocky tone.

“N-nothing,” I said avoiding eye contact with him. “Since you’re here I suppose you have a plan?”

“Isn’t it obvious Prime Minister, or should I say the Grandson of Frost Giant Ymir?” he said, trying to contain his laughter.

I don’t get what’s so funny, but just because I am the Prime Minister do not think I will be hesitant to punch you in the face.

“We kill this Dragon and the Dragonlords together. We are the descendants of the great Dragonslayers after all,” he said with a wide smile. “Think about it politically too, the leader of the Noble faction and the leader of the Royal faction teaming up together, in order to save not just this great empire, but the world. Won’t it bring stability to our already rotting empire?”

“You have a point there,” I responded with intrigue. “But is just the two of us enough?”

“I believe so,” Alf responded with a devilish smile.

“Alright, if you say so, but don’t think I won’t kill you just because I trust you.

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“Wh-why would I backstab you; I love this great Empire as much as you do.”

I rubbed my eyes together, “Good grief.” As If this idiot can ever hide the fact that he’s plotting something. No wonder he’s the leader of the Noble faction, he’s the embodiment of their backstabbing nature. “So, what’s your plan?”

“The plan? Who needs a plan when we both possess the greatest blessing that all kin can receive from the Devas, Dragon Tongue?” responded Alf in a cocky demeanor. “We just have to Voice of the Great Dragonslayer and the Dragon, along with the Dragonlords, will perish in front of us.”

Is this dude trying to get us killed?

“D-do you even know how Voice of the Great Dragonslayer works?”

 “Nope,” said Alf in a proud stance.

“The Voice of the Great Dragonslayer hasn’t been used in centuries, who knows if it is still effective, nor can it be used or resurrected beings.”

“Well one of us can use it. There’s a chance that one of us will succeed right?”

“That logic will get us killed!” I exclaimed angrily as I slammed the table. “What do you think this is? A damn fairy tale?! Let me tell you something little boy, this is real life! There won’t be some deus ex machina who will save us like in the story, do you understand?!”

“Y-yes,” he said in a meek fashion. “But we won’t know unless we try right?”

I stroke my beard. “I guess you have a point there…”

“W-wel-”

“But we’re not doing this alone.” I responded as I turned to the officers, “You all will help us.”

 “W-what do you mean sir?” the mercenary officer replied.

“Isn’t it obvious, you are going to use specialized skills to aid us,” I said in an innocent tone as possible. “And if you don’t… well let’s just say you won’t leave this command center with your heads attached to your body.”

 “Un-understood sir!” they all responded. I nodded in approval as they all stood at attention prepared to receive orders. Now if only this will get as smoothly as I hope it would.

“P-Prime Minister…”

“Yes, Earl Alf?”

 “Do you think that we will survive this ordeal?”

“As long as we trust each other, we will be able to survive this mess.”

 “I-I understand that be I want to know if you have full confidence in that belief…” he said while avoiding eye contact.

 I walked over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder. “Yes I do, young man,” I said with a smirk.

He nodded and pushed my hand off his shoulder and extended his. “A temporary truce for assurance?” he said with a confident smile.

I extended my hand and began shaking it as soon as our hands met. “A temporary truce for assurance,” I replied with an equally confident smile.

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When we arrived back at the main gate, there was nothing but charred remains everywhere. I looked around at the walls around the gate, they were turned into nothing but dust, the watchtowers were reduced to rubble, and worse of all, I saw the dragons feeding on the remains of those who were charred.

I watched in horror as the dragon chewed on those who were still alive barely breathing. I watched in horror as their last gasp of air was them screaming in agony as the dragon took a bite into them.  I watched in horror as the dragon tossed those, he could not chew on easily off to the side with their organs falling out of their carcass.

I glanced to my side, seeing Earl Alf holding his hand to his mouth. I glanced at those behind watching in horror with the same eyes as I had. I took a gasp of air. The taste of blood loomed in the air. The scent of death filled my nose. I knew that this was my last chance to back out and flee, but I had a duty to protect my people.

I placed my hand on Earl Alf’s shoulder. He looked at me and nodded. We both took a step forward drawing our swords at the dragon.  The dragon turned towards us and roared loudly. The sound of its roar caused a miniature earthquake around us as the vibrations got more intense the closer, we moved. I looked behind me, the officers had the looks of strength resolved.

I turned my head looking at what is in front and nodded. These bastards better know that they either die with today with honor or they die today with no dignity.

I approached the dragon, Alf standing beside me, and stared at the dragon with intent to kill. The scent of the dragon reeked with nothing but blood, guts, and dirt. I took one last breath of fresh air before charging at the dragon.

The weight of my longsword felt lighter as I took a step forward. The rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I breathed through my nose. For once, I felt alive again.

The dragon then charged right at me, responding to my aggressive intent to kill. Every step it took, the ground would shake as if Earth itself was responding to the creature's movement. As it swiped its claws in an attempt to kill me, I quickly maneuvered out of the way to stab it.

My longsword pierced through its thick scaly skin. The sound of my blade piercing its skin sounded more organic than I originally thought.

“For some reason, I thought that when I stabbed you it would sound like trying to cut iron ore with an axe,” I said under my breath.

As I slowly removed my longsword from the dragon it screamed in agony as it started tossing me around while I held onto my blade. The roar of the dragon began to make my ears bleed as it tossed me around. As I was about to lose my grip on the sword, Alf then cut off one of its toes with his two swords.

When the toes came flying off, the officers split into their roles quite nicely. The cavalry officer used his sword to attack the dragon from the side. The mercenary captain took aim with his bow and struck its face, with the intent to hit its eye. Meanwhile, the warden, with his shield and mace, charged in as a distraction.

The mage officer, infirmary captain, and head priest were shooting at it with ice magic. I smirked. If I die today, I guess it was worth fighting with these boys.

My grip loosened as I began to drift off from the speed of getting tossed around. When I snapped back to life, my grip on my longsword had completely disappeared and I flew into the air and landed on the ground. I gasped for air as the world around started going dark.

Within seconds I suddenly was woken up choking on some sort of sweet liquid. When I opened my eyes in front of me was the head priest and infirmary officer. The head priest wstatuas casting some kind of restoration spell on me. Meanwhile, the infirmary officer was holding me up trying to force my semi-unconscious body to drink some kind of potion.

My eyes suddenly widened as the world around became clearer. Using my restored strength, I grabbed onto the potion and chugged it down as if it were cold ale on a hot summer night. I then lifted myself up and gave a war cry.

As I gave the war cry, the sky then suddenly became cloudy, completely blocking the sun from piercing through. The sky turned a golden color as the sound of thunder roared through the air. I looked at the dragon who was now staring at me. I sensed something coming from it. What was that sense? It was fear.

I gave a devilish smile as I saw everyone start to back away from it. It was time to use my trump card. It was time to end this battle once-and-for-all. It was time for us to show this Dragon the power of us mere mortals. I lowered my knees and took a giant leap towards the dragon landing in front of it. Although I was unarmed, I looked at the dragon with any doubts or fear.

As I stared into its eyes, I saw signs of it wavering with its tense breathing, unrelenting ability to maintain eye contact, and its entire body shaking. It knew what was coming.

I took a large gasp of air and shouted into its face.

“[Ut Dii, Rumpe Te, Draco!]”

The dragon then roared its last breath into the air as the sound waves of the shout surrounded its body. The dragon’s body began to crack as its horns started to turn into dust. The golden fire then surrounded the dragon forming into some sort of ritual circle. When the ritual circle was completed a bright light filled my eyes and within seconds of the bright lights disappearing, the skeletal remains of the dragon stood it once was.

I looked at the sky, the clouds were beginning to clear up, and the golden light that was once there disappeared. It seemed like a normal day once more. The world seemed calmed once more, as I turned my head, I sensed danger. When my head had completely turned, I saw the danger, I saw her.

“Good grief, that dragon really couldn’t take care of a person like you,” she said in the midst of yawning.

“Well, well, last time I saw you, you were just mummified remains on top of a mountain far away from civilization,” I replied.

“Oh, so you recognize me?”

“How could I not? Most would call you a male, but I know you’re a female, Dragonlord Gratia.”

“My, my, such a respectful man, it's a shame that I have to kill you,” she replied with a smug posture.

“You’re simply mistaken, I’m the one who’s going to kill you.”

“You? By yourself? You must be joking; do you know how many centuries it took for me to be killed?”

“Who said anything about me being by myself,” I said as my allies began to gather behind me.

“2 Dragonslayers and their merry band of brothers can easily take you on,” said Alf as he took a battle stance.

“My, my, such brave young brats,” Gratia replied as she conjured a warhammer out of thin air.

“I would advise you guys to be careful, this lady is crazy when she starts swinging her giant hammer,” I said while trying to hide my fear.

“Understood.” replied Earl Alf. “I guess it's my turn to start getting riled up.”

“We will be here to protect you.” said the mercenary captain as he aimed his bow towards Gratia.

“Alright boys let's do this.” said the Warden as he charged forward with his shield in hand.

Gratia then swung her hammer at him, hitting his shield, whilst launching him towards the rubble.

“Yawn,” said Gratia as she intentionally covered her mouth with her hand. “So, who’s next?”

I took a step forward and raised my fist. “Me.”

I charged at her with my full might as she swung at me, I quickly ducked and maneuvered my way to be right next to her. She then kicked me in the shin, as I lowered my head, an arrow struck her in the neck.

“Good grief,” she growled.

“You like that?” I taunted. “Because there’s more to come like that.”

I used my elbow and struck her the side of her stomach. While she fell onto the ground, I pushed the arrow deeper into her neck. As the arrow pushed deeper into her neck, I felt it beginning to snap. I jammed it deeper in hopes that it would not break.

Gratia then lifted her head up and gave a devilish expression. She then grabbed my arm and tightened her grip on it until I collapsed onto the ground.

“You like that?” she said with a smug face. “Because there’s more to come like that.”

She then punched my face before grabbing her large Warhammer.

“Bye-bye now,” said Gratia as she swung her hammer launching me to the other pile of rubble next to the warden.

When I lifted my head, I saw large icicles headings towards Gratia. As the icicles came towards her, with her warhammer, she would smash each one into bits. I glanced towards the officers, nothing but terror in their faces. As I lifted myself up, I smirked.

“It’s your time to shine now,” I said under my breath.

As I clenched my gut, I saw Alf come right behind her, stabbing her cleanly through her back with his sword.

“You know, you should really look behind you. After all, you never know when a guy like me might be coming from behind.” Alf taunted as he used his other blade to try to cut her head off.

As she caught his blade, Alf then pulled his sword out of her gut and sliced her hand holding the warhammer off.

“FUCK!” she exclaimed in agony.

Gratia then collapsed onto the ground clenching her onto her right shoulder. She then smiled and looked at Alf.

“It’s not over yet.” she said while breathing heavily. “It’s not over yet.”

“Oh, I think it’s over now.” replied Alf in his trademarked cocky expression as his eyes began to glow golden. His aura then started to become visible as the sky once again began to fill with clouds and become golden. “It’s time to say your prayers.”

“Prayer? You will regret this! It is the beginning of the end of times! We shall all be revived and once that day comes you will regret ever killing me!” Gratia replied in an insane daze.

“Really now? Well I’m glad that you won’t be able to see it.” said Alf as he knocked Gratia onto the ground. He then repeatedly kicked her until I came within 5 meters of them, which he then smashed her face into the ground with his feet for one last time.

He then lowered his head and screamed into her face.

“[Ut Dii, Rumpe Te, Gentibus!]”

Golden fire started appearing around Gratia as her skin began to start cracking. Like the dragon, there was a blinding light that filled everyone’s eyes as the golden fire’s ritual circle completed. However, the difference was that the remains that were left behind was nothing more than cracked dragon eggshells.

I sighed, there is one more lef-

“Prime Minister!” said a guard running towards us. “Prime Minister!”

“What is it lad?” I replied in a calm tone.

“You won’t believe this sir.”

“What is it?”

“Apparently there was a little girl who managed to kill a Dragonlord!”

“I’m sorry did I hear you correctly? A little girl managed to kill a Dragonlord?”

“Yes sir, a girl wearing a prison uniform, nonetheless!”

“Where is she now?”

“She ran into the forest nearby, if we mana-”

“Silence… we are already too late.” I replied with sincerity.

“What do you mean Prime Minister?” asked the Warden.

“There’s no way we can have a search party when we have all these injured men nearby. For now, we shall regroup and provide to those who need our care.”

“U-understood sir.” replied the warden.

“The rest of you understand too… right?”

“Y-yes sir!” they all replied.

“Then go and find those who need your help right now!”

“Yes sir!”

I then walked over to Alf who was staring at the cracked dragon eggshells. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“We got lucky there.” I said in a low voice.

“Indeed, we could only use that voice once in a lifetime, and the fact that there was a prisoner who could use it, means only one thing.”

“She’s one of us…”