Tale Of The Yellow Dragon の小説・ストーリー

The part about the Dragon was one of the things that she didn’t see. “It was something about a legend involving a man who came to be known as the Dragon Of The East,” Mane didn’t see the need to hide this from Hildegarde, so he told her all about the Dragon Of The East. He told her about what he was before, how he got his title, and the mystery surrounding his disappearance. “Initially, I thought that it was nothing but a myth. In fact, the one who wrote the legend down also added that it was just a myth, so I didn’t take it too seriously.” Mane confessed.

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.

"The diary is dated back to a time where this place was inhabitable. The Stone’s pretended to be men, tricking a group of nomads about this place and the riches it has. They did it so that the first dragon that came here wouldn't suspect them. They wanted to find a power it was hiding. But that dragon never trusted them, eventually there was a war, much like the one that might happen today but that was were the story ends and from the bloodstains on the pages, I'm guess that whoever wrote the diary was killed before they could finish." "Interesting. My father would love to hear this. Because when he came here, the humans came and lived among him, then came those Stone’s. But it was all a plo

The Lung Dragon also called the Dragon of Discreet exhaled. “Before you ask how’s she a regressor, you should’ve asked how could a being like her knows where exactly the Dragon Nest is. That’s something not even the Immortals could distinguish. That alone make me believe indeed she was telling the truth all along in short the Dragon of Verity and Vilification acknowledged her.” The Dragon of Discreet groaned again, for the first time in billions of years, he was short of words. “… Seems like all hope was given to her.”

And in the final battle, beneath the shattered moons and the dying sun, Zenobia made her choice. She knew she could not kill him. But she could contain him, so summoning the last of the White Dragon’s strength, she called forth the ancient rite of sealing—a forbidden art passed down from the first dragons themselves. Kal laughed at her, even as the chains of light wrapped around his limbs.

“The war wasn't an easy one. In fact, we were losing. The DragonBorns had destroyed everything with fire, and all we just had left was our pride. We decided to fight to death when suddenly, a lone werewolf-witch hybrid named Nali’yum, changed the course of everything. She ran to the middle of the battlefield, right in the heat of war, and fell to her knees. Slitting her throat as a sacrificial lamb, she started chanting spells and cried out her curse against the DragonBorns.” Vaelora leaned forward more attentively, goosebumps appearing on her skin. For some reason, Draekon's narration felt all too familiar. “She cursed their sovereign, King Ajax, to death, and also cursed His Golden Dragon

Since the little dragon was skeptical, Long Chen sent over a memory from the past; in that memory, the little dragon witnessed firsthand the battle between the golden dragon and the black dragon as they fought together against a figure shrouded in a blood-red aura. "This… Who is he? Why don’t I know him?" the little dragon asked, startled and frightened just from seeing that blood-red figure. Even though it was just a memory, the little dragon could still feel the fear emanating from the illusion. Just how terrifying was the monster that had fought the Golden Dragon Emperor and the Black Dragon?

"Tell me everything your parents told you about my family." I sighed, a shameful blush coating my ears. I could still feel the burn behind my ear. It felt raw, especially as blood rushed in a telltale flush. "They told me a lot of things. And, I'm going to preface this by saying I thought the dragon thing was a metaphor. I didn't know it was a literal thing." Thane laughed suddenly. "So sirens, sorceresses, chimeras, all valid and real, but you draw the line at water dragons?"

She looked up in deep thoughts and then her features sags in defeat. "Very well then." She tells me. "I'll tell of what I know." And thus began the tale. 'There was a time when we thrived , a masterful race of warriors, our abilities left us god-like and powerful, and we stood next to gods as the magic sung in our veins, and it was a great pride to one of the Mage folk. But power comes with envy and envy left long enough comes with it's own destruction, it started with the Elder Dragon Dracul, the name for which your lover now bears, He and the first King of the West, it was they that begun what would be known as the Great Decimation.

Complicated creatures, dragons, I think to myself. As I reminisce, we had made our way down to the dragon den and came up to Ying. The majestic animal has only grown again since last I saw him, his sheer size a site to behold! His majesty left everybody who ever saw him in awe. Kal himself made Ying, a very long time ago, in fact at the dawn of time. Second in size only to Kal, Ying’s glistening scales looked almost like gold, but with this green, almost emerald hue to him. His deep green eyes studied me carefully and I fought with all I had to keep him out of my thoughts. Dragons and dragon magic are highly dangerous, even to the creatures like me. One of their traits was mind control, and