What Your Love Felt Like-The Dragon Saga

Draco was back in his kingdom, oblivious to what had happened with Liana back on earth.

There was a reason he had to go back hurriedly and had to bring Damian along.

And the reason was Lucian.

Atleast Draco knew it was him.

There was an unrest in his kingdom. His subjects were gossiping because he went missing once again, along with his human mate.

Power meant everything in the dragon realm. There was no place for the weak.

There was trouble in that dragon realm, fuelled by speculations that the dragon Lord had been bewitched by that human woman.

There were also doing the rounds , a rumour, that he had lost all his powers . That’s why he had been hiding in the mortal world.

And many such others.

The Master had urgently called for Draco under these circumstances, because the rebels were not leaving any stones unturned to brew their forces against him.

He had asked Draco to bring Damian along, because it was time he was declared, Draco’s successor .

The ones that were plotting would be thoroughly discouraged with his established inheritance.

Some how, at the back of his head, Draco knew that Lucian was the master mind but never did he speculate what Lucian’s real intentions were. He just thought that Lucian was after his power. But that , seemed not to be the actual case from the very beginning .

Draco soared through the skies with his little Damian perched on his back. His kingdom below erupted in excitement and anticipation. His loyal subjects had been waiting for their leader to return, to restore order to the chaos that had overtaken their world in his absence.

Master stood like a proud father as he watched him land. However Draco’s true parents were nowhere in sight. It wasn’t strange given that Dragons never were to filial at least The males weren’t. They were more territorial. Ever since he took over his father’s throne, his father was reduced to a shadow figure.

The dragons that had been spreading rumours and dissent, questioning Draco’s authority and power, would soon learn their place. That was the main objective for his arrival.

As he landed gracefully in the center of the kingdom, the ground trembled beneath his mighty feet. The crowd gathered around him, as if awed and mesmerised by his imposing presence. “I have returned, oh my beloved subjects,” he bellowed, his voice echoing across the land. “But I am not pleased with what I have found on my return home. ”

The crowd fell silent. Some were waiting for their leader’s next words, some were meticulously calculating their next steps. They were foolish enough to have been instigated by Lord Lucian but he was done now, nowhere in plain sight. They were all now at the mercy of them dragon Lord and they better quickly churn up a worthy excuse to save their sorry ass. Draco fixed his gaze on those who had caused so much trouble in his absence.

It wasn’t difficult to spot them because if their body language.

“You have forgotten who rules this kingdom,” he growled. “But fear not, for I am here to remind you just that.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

With a flick of his tail, he summoned a group of his loyal Squad. “Seize these traitors and bring them to me!” he commanded.

Most of them fell on their knees before they were taken captives. Draco’s authority was undeniable.

A hand full tried to resist, but they were no match for Draco’s elite squad. They were quickly subdued and brought before him, trembling in fear. “What have you to say for yourselves?” he demanded.

One of them stepped forward, defiant. “We have no reason to follow you,” he spat. “You have been gone too long, and we have learnt to survive without you.”

Draco’s eyes flashed with anger. “You dare to question my authority? You are nothing but a foolish child, playing at being a dragon. You will learn your place, or you will suffer the consequences.”

He turned to his son, Damian, who had been watching the proceedings with wide eyes.

He seemed very mature for his appearance, taking in everything. He looked like a real dragon prince, completely unlike the little babbling baby that ran around Liana, in the mortal world.

“Come, my son,” Draco said. “It is time for you to learn the ways of our kingdom.”

Draco closed his eyes and slit his vein. He was summoning the Great Sword of his ancestors, which only a true dragon Lord could do with his own blood. But it was known to be a tiring and very long process that were to be done in seclusion.

Everybody gasped as they saw Draco perfom the act, right in the middle of the kingdom in front of the entire population. Even master looked worried but he said nothing at that moment.

The sword took shape, as Draco continuously poured his blood onto the blade, imbuing it with more and more power and energy. This process could be incredibly painful and exhausting, as the dragon must give a significant portion of his life force to the sword to make it sustain.

Once the sword was complete, Draco handed it over to Master, who would bless it with a final incantation, infusing it with his will and imbuing it with the power to strike down ones enemies and protect the dragon kingdom. That sword would be a fearsome weapon, capable of cutting through even the toughest armor and shields, and would be revered by all who saw it.

He forged it to show his true power and then gift it to Damian to seal his succession. Damian stepped forward nervously, looking up at his father with awe and admiration. Not uttering a single word but saying a lit with his eyes.

Draco smiled down at him, a rare moment of tenderness. “You will be my successor, the next Dragon Lord. And together, we will rule this land with strength and wisdom till I pass down my throne.”

Draco side eyed the one who was still standing tall, trying to defy him.

He continued speaking to Damian,

” This sword just took birth. It’s thirsty. It’s bcraving for blood. Do the needful my boy. ”

And he stepped aside as Damian held that heavy sword with quite natural ease and slowly walked towards the defiant one.

There was panic in his eyes but he still tried to act though, thinking what could a little one do with such a heavy metal.

He shouldn’t have had.

Those were his last thoughts. He didn’t get another chance.

His head flew over everyone’s head before tumbling over the ground like a rock. As his body shiverer and fell with a thud, spilling a pool of gushing blood all over the place.

There were any more resistance.

Everybody fell on the ground and prostated.

Damian softly smiled as he lifted his sword up in the sky and kissed it, before looking back at his father, who beamed.

” Behold you Lord Damian, he has been knighted with blood. Look at the future of our kingdom, your King in the making. ”

Draco proudly proclaimed.

The crowd cheered, relieved that order had been restored to their world. They knew that under Draco’s and Damian’s leadership, their kingdom would prosper and thrive once more. As Draco and Damian flew off into the sunset, the future looked bright for the dragons of the realm.