Novel & Cerita Origin Dragon

------------- --------------------- Eight months later . . . ------------- --------------------- "Aodh, could you please help Kira and Arthur get the kids settled down? Company will be here soon," Shamira half-shouted, half-sighed. Being a mother to a nest of little dragons was exhausting. Since defeating Jonas, four more eggs had hatched, giving her another Sea Serpent (this one a female), a female Horned Dragon from the Far East, a male Stone Dragon from the Rocky Mountains of the United States, and a male Quetzalcoatl from Central America.

Long ago, when dragons ruled the earth, they lived a particular family known as the Lycans. The Lycans had special abilities to control fire and it was a gift from the founding Dragon Aragon. The founder of the Lycan Dynasty, Azerius, was builled and he ran to seek protection in the cave where a baby dragon was. There he found the dragon and named him Aragon and mistaked Aragon for a bird, trained Aragon till he became a full fledged Dragon. Humans and outcasts where thrilled to see a creature that breathes fire and Azerius named them Dragons!

Suddenly, another earth-shaking dragon roar sounded, and then all the people on the spot saw a purple dragon that reached a few thousand feet approaching them from the distant sky. "A dragon! A Divine Archean Dragon!" At this moment, everyone was deeply shocked. Being struck dumb with astonishment, they stared at the divine purple dragon that flew closer and closer. It was wrapped in purple lightning flashes, which looked extremely horrifying. Under the powerful dragon aura, everyone held their breath. They all quite clear that the five claws of the Divine Archean Dragon could even turn an Apotheosis Realm cultivator to ashes.

Infinite yet indefinable, it sought to bring some order to the chaos of its being. For reasons no mortal can comprehend, utilizing the substance and energy of the cosmos itself, life was brought into the universe in the form of Dragons. Formed from the essence of the stars, and the primordial matter and energy that is at the heart of all life. Giant beings, there were only two in this beginning of time. As the essence of existence has two components, opposite yet complementary to one another, so were the Dragons made male and female, in order to maintain the balance that holds the fabric of reality together. Equal and opposite, yet incomplete without the other.

From the balcony, the entire court is watching them. Loras is already with Dracos, making sure the riding equipment is in place for the fourth time today. He steps aside when Omar approaches. "I, Omar Dradarian, descendant of the first dragon king, ask you to obey me!" Omar shouts into the air, his voice powerful and clear. Dracos looks at him for a second before howling to the sky. He lets his huge head down and Omar goes closer. The flame erupts from his mouth and for a second, Astrid's heart stops. Next to her, Loras tenses up too.

Crystal waved her hands towards the Origin King and without any delay, those flames rushed at him. “Hmm,” the Origin King snorted at the attacks of two women. His eyes flashed calmly and a portal opened right behind his flying figure. Under the disappointed looks of Aurora and Crystal, Ancestor Origin fell into the portal and reappeared several meters away from them. “You think that you can kill me just because I am weaker than usual?” the Origin King snorted in disdain as Aurora’s charge came to a halt and Crystal’s flames were swallowed by the portal.

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

Osiris pointed out. "The vision is unclear but I saw the spilling of blood and it scented the whole battlefield. And in the midst of the deads, there stood only two. A princess whose presence is of lucent hope and the other of the obscure darkness-the red dragon of an ancient story. Vetrik Jihn Drakon, the most powerful and detestably evil dragon of all." Leera stated in a trance as if she was seeing it happening before her. Her brows creased in concentration like she wanted to dissect every minute detail of the vision she might have received.

The last question sounds more like a demand than a question. "Argon is the name. Kin of the mighty, highly-favoured, and aboriginal dragons..." "The infamous chief of all flying beasts— the golden dragon," they chorused. The lines were introduced to them back when they were little so that anyone who may not recognize them at first shall pay the crime of not recognizing the mighty dragons—the highly-favored creation of the god Azgorath. Her thoughts suddenly become disheveled. Part of her wants to delight in meeting a long-lost relative in the mortal world. Yet, when her memory reminds her of the kind of creature Argon is, she strides back.

“Would you mind enlightening me?” Raeherys and Fetyr looked at each other and nodded. “The orb was originally discovered by the dragons. Thousands of years ago, back when our ancestors were still roaming the skies like flocks of birds, traveling places after places, they found an island. It rested a huge volcano that had a fiery pool of liquid boiling inside the vent. The dragons thought it was just lava, but when one of them fell into the burning pool by accident, unhurt he was. They realized it was not lava—but an orange-glowing fluid with flames coming out on the surface. A magic fluid, they believed.