As the first light of dawn crept into his room, Serpens stirred, slowly opening his eyes to greet the new day. The warm rays of the morning sun danced across his face, casting a gentle glow on his sleepy features.He stretched, arching his back and extending his arms above his head, feeling the satisfying crack of his joints as he shook off the slumber. A yawn escaped his lips, and he rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes, taking a deep breath to invigorate his senses.As he sat up, the sunlight streaming through the window illuminated his messy hair, casting a halo of gold around his head. He ran a hand through his tangled locks, trying to tame the chaos, and then, it suddenly dawned on him. He was right back in his room."What...what's going on?" he stammered, trying to process what he was seeing. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming.Serpens sat up on his bed, frozen in confusion, as memories flooded my mind. He recalled standing before the two guardian spirits, ac
Serpens, with his grip tightened on the handles of his Hayley motorcycle, sped down the highway, his mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts. He was still trying to make sense of the strange memories and encounters that had been plaguing him. The Guardians of the Past and Future, his younger self, and suddenly waking up to find himself in his room. None of them was adding up.As he arrived at the hospital, he spotted inspector Lui, who had also died in the future he came from, standing outside with a couple of other people."Hey, glad you're here," Inspector Lui said, as Serpens parked his motorcycle. "Heard you went out with the director Lan Qingyue last night. Serpens, I'll advise you to be careful. You don't want to give her false hopes, do you?" Serpens couldn't hide the surprise on his face. He just couldn't understand what Inspector Lui was talking about, and why everyone was referring to his meeting with Lan the previous night, as nothing of such was coming to his mind."Well,
After spending a couple of minutes with Rose in the ward, without Rose being able to recognise him, Serpens steeped out of the ward to ask Inspector Lui what he meant by the invitation from the Brynner's Artificial intelligence Agency.He remembered the Agency from the future where he believed he had been for such a long time, and what the Brynner's Artificial intelligence Agency almost turned to the world into. If it was really true that the Jack Brynner was about to launch the Brynner's Artificial Intelligence Agency, then it could only mean one thing, and that's the fact that the future which he had seen, has the potential of coming to pass."May I have a word with you?" Serpens said, as he excused Inspector Lui who was chit chatting with a couple of other persons around."What's it about, Serpens?" Inspector Lui inquired, his own curiosity piqued."You said something about the Brynner's Artificial Intelligence Agency earlier. What exactly is that?" Serpens probed further, feigning
Lan couldn't hide the excitement on her face as she sat on her bed, lost in thought, a soft smile playing on her lips as she reminisced about the previous night's escapade. She couldn't believe that she had expertly slipped something into Serpens' drink, watching with a mix of excitement and guilt as he became disoriented and pliable. She had been looking forward to the day when she'd have the opportunity to have Serpens all to herself. Seeing that Serpens had fallen for her scheme and had consumed the drink, she wasted no time in leading him to a secluded bedroom within the club.She had indulged him in a night of passion, their lips locked in a fervent embrace. She knew it was her opportunity to have Serpens all to herself and she wasn't going to blow it all up.As she daydreamed, her mind replayed the sensations, the thrill of control and desire. She longed to relive that moment, to feel the rush of power and intimacy again. Her smile grew wider, lost in the memory."Oh, my Serpe
The night sky was a deep, foreboding shade of indigo, with clouds that seemed to swirl and twist like living shadows. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness, as if the very wind itself was holding its breath in anticipation of something.The stars above twinkled like icy pinpricks, casting an eerie glow over the landscape. The world was bathed in an unnatural silence, as if all living creatures were hiding, waiting for some unknown terror to pass.The moon, a silver crescent, hung low in the sky, casting long, ominous shadows across the ground. The night seemed to be holding its breath, waiting for some ancient evil to stir, some long-forgotten terror to awaken from its slumber.In this quiet, ominous night, anything seemed possible, and the darkness seemed to whisper terrible secrets to those who dared to listen.Serpens stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his shirt collar and running a hand through his hair, as he prepared to attend the opening ceremony of Jack Brunner's
The drive to the venue was quiet and Serpens was lost in his thoughts. He gazed out the window, the city lights blurring as they sped through the streets. Lan was sitting right beside him in front, but she remained silent, focused on the road ahead, as though she was the one driving. After a few minutes, they arrived at the grand building of the Brynner's Artificial Intelligence Agency, illuminated with festive lights and the hum of chatter and music seeping through the open doors.The whole place was now looking different from the way Serpens had seen it earlier during the day.As he stepped out of the car, he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the evening ahead. Everything was beginning to look like how he had once experienced it, when it was Rose who had invited him for the party and had sent her driver to come and pick him up.While he was still there waiting for Serena to come out, another car pulled up in front of them. Flynn and Jeremy stepped out of the car, their arri
Flynn, with a warm and genuine smile, navigated through the crowd, his eyes fixed on Serena sitting alone. She seemed lost in thought, observing the vibrant party scene before her with a mixture of curiosity and longing.Ever since he laid his eyes on Serena, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off her. She had captivated his heart and he just couldn't wait to have a conversation with her, and you get to know her better.The music pulsed around Serena, the laughter and chatter of the other guests creating a stark contrast to her solitude. Flynn approached her, his confidence evident in his stride, his eyes never leaving hers."Hi, mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice friendly and gentle, as if not wanting to startle her.Serena looked up, startled, and then smiled, her eyes sparkling with a hint of surprise. "Not at all," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as if unsure of herself."I could do with some company," she added, her smile widening.Flynn sat down beside her
"Welcome," the young waitress greeted with a warm smile as Flynn and Serena settled into their seats at the bustling central café in Lennox Mall. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversations filled the air, creating a cozy atmosphere that invited them to relax.As the waitress handed them the menus, she paused, her eyes lingering on Serena. "Sir, your girlfriend is very beautiful, just like me," she said, her voice playful yet laced with sincerity.Serena's cheeks flushed a soft pink at the unexpected compliment. She looked down, her fingers tracing the edge of the menu as a shy smile spread across her lips. While she was no stranger to being admired, the candid remark from the waitress caught her off guard, filling her with a mix of embarrassment and flattery.Flynn, noticing Serena's reaction, couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. The fact that he was yet to ask Serena out officially, and was already being regarded as his girlfriend, made him feel like
The priest stood solemnly at the edge of the grave, his weathered hands clasped around a simple wooden cross. His voice, steady and calm, reverberated through the air as he spoke the final prayers, his eyes reflecting the sorrow of the moment. The soft rustle of leaves was the only sound as Rose was laid to rest, the earth slowly covering her.Serpens stood nearby, tears silently welling up in his eyes, his heart heavy with grief. As the ceremony ended, people began to approach him one by one. Xin placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, his face solemn. Lan, always reserved, offered a quiet nod of respect. Serena’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she whispered her condolences. Dr. Sun, with a grave expression, grasped Serpens' hand in solidarity, while Inspector Lui, ever the stoic, simply said, "I'm sorry." Finally, Tiara approached, her eyes filled with understanding and empathy, and she gave him a brief, supportive hug.After everything was said and done, as the crowd disper
In an instant, Rose disappeared into the portal, her figure merging with the energy of the Dragon Stone. There was a flash of blinding light, and the portal sealed shut, its power absorbed into Rose’s being. The energy of the Dragon Stone flowed through her, and the stone itself crumbled to dust, its dark power dissipating into the air.Serpens and Xin watched in awe, their hearts heavy with the sacrifice that had just been made. Rose had given herself to save the world, her courage and selflessness breaking the cycle of darkness that had threatened to engulf them all.For a moment, all was quiet, and then, from the stillness, a gentle breeze began to blow, carrying with it the promise of a new dawn."No!" Serpens cried as he rushed towards her. Rose fell on his arms, her form as cold as ice. "Don't leave me, Rose," Serpens cried. "Please come back," The strange lady spoke, "This was bound to happen, greet dragon. She's your fourth sage, the one who would help you win the war agains
Serpens struggled to his feet, his heart pounding with fear and frustration. Winter was too strong, even with the combined might of the dragon lords. They couldn’t overpower him—not like this. But what frightened him more was the sight of Xin, now standing on the rock, her hand trembling as she raised the dragon stone toward the point where the sunlight met the sea."No!" Serpens cried out, his voice breaking with the weight of his despair. But his words fell on deaf ears. Xin, lost in Winter’s spell, placed the stone on the rock. The moment the stone touched the surface, the sunlight intensified, its beams converging on the stone and then spreading outwards, enveloping Bahamut in a blinding light.The light was quickly swallowed by a sudden darkness, a pitch-black void that seemed to emanate from Bahamut himself. The last chain around the dragon’s neck glowed fiercely for a brief moment before shattering into a thousand pieces. The sound of the chain breaking echoed like thunder acro
The Third World Sea stretched endlessly before Serpens, a vast expanse of shimmering waters that reflected the dark, starless sky above. The air was thick with a mystical energy, a sensation both familiar and foreign, tugging at the edges of his consciousness. As he stood on the shore, the quiet lapping of waves against the rocks was the only sound, but Serpens could feel the presence of something ancient and powerful nearby.From the depths of the sea, a massive form began to rise, the water cascading off its scales like liquid silver. Doromu emerged with a grace that belied his immense size. His golden eyes, warm and wise, fixed upon Serpens with a gaze that seemed to peer into the very depths of his soul. The dragon’s scales shimmered with a soft, radiant light, contrasting the dark waters around him."Welcome, Serpens," Doromu said, his voice deep and resonant, echoing across the stillness of the sea. He lowered his head in a deep, respectful bow. "Great Dragon, it is an honour to
The uproar in Draketwon that night increased people ran to find safety from the threats of the dragons which descended upon the city like a flock of birds.It wasn't long after that the armed forces of Draketwon set into action. Helicopters, their blades slicing through the night air, emerged from the darkness. It was a show down of the humans versus the dragons, as fire bathed the entire city like a flood.The roar of the engines filled the cockpit as Captain Marcus Rourke, the seasoned leader of the air force squadron, adjusted his headset. His eyes were steely, focused on the horizon where plumes of smoke rose from the city below. The once-vibrant metropolis was now a war zone, engulfed in chaos as dragons soared through the sky, their fiery breath raining destruction upon the streets.“Echo Squadron, this is Captain Rourke,” he spoke into the radio, his voice calm but laced with urgency. “We’ve got eyes on the target. Multiple dragons are engaged, laying waste to the city. They’re
Tiara sat at her usual spot in the school courtyard, the sun dipping lower in the sky as the hours ticked by. The news of the Zorvath's going through Serpens' locker in school, had become the news of the day, but that wasn't her problem.Her concern was in the fact that Serpens whom he had called to tell what had happened didn't show up in school. She couldn't help but wonder why he didn't show up after he told her he was already on his way when she called him earlier that day.After the first set of classes of the day, she decided to go to the courtyard and hoped that before the afternoon classes would commence, Serpens would show up.Her gaze flicked anxiously toward the school gates every few minutes, hoping to see Serpens' familiar figure stride through. But as the shadows lengthened and the students trickled out in groups, laughing and chatting, there was no sign of him.By now, the courtyard was almost empty, save for a few stragglers. Tiara’s worry had shifted to a gnawing unea
As Serpens pondered Zorvath's enigmatic riddle, a figure emerged from the trees surrounding the lake. It was a young woman with piercing green eyes and long, curly brown hair. She approached Serpens with a confident stride, her gaze fixed on him."Ah, Serpens," she said, her voice husky and mysterious. "I've been searching for you. My name is Lyra, and I possess knowledge about your past and your connection to Xin."Serpens's eyes narrowed, unsure if he should trust this stranger. But something about Lyra's words resonated deep within him."What do you know?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.Lyra smiled, her eyes glinting with secrets. "Let's just say that I can help you unlock the truth about your draconic powers and the reason behind Winter's pursuit."Zorvath, who had been watching the exchange, suddenly spoke up. "Lyra, you shouldn't be here. This is a matter between Serpens and me."Lyra turned to Zorvath, her expression unfazed. "I'm afraid I have a stake in this too, Zorvath. Se
The morning routine was almost automatic. Serpens crossed the room to his wardrobe, where his clothes hung neatly on the door. As he buttoned his shirt, his mind kept drifting back to the urgency of his quest, the need to find Xin and the draconic gem.After pulling on his trousers and fastening his belt, Serpens moved to the bathroom. He splashed cold water on his face, the chill waking him up fully. He stared at his reflection in the mirror—his dark hair tousled from sleep, his eyes sharp and alert despite the fatigue that lingered at their edges. With deliberate care, he combed his hair, making sure every strand was in place, trying to impose order on at least this small part of his life.He grabbed his school bag, checking to make sure he had everything he needed: books, notebooks, the pendant that Professor Layton had given him back then, was still there—a small token that served as a reminder of his mission.Before leaving his room, Serpens took a moment to gaze out of the wind
The night was a gentle embrace, soft and inviting, perfect for slipping into the realm of dreams. The sky was clear, a deep velvet canvas dotted with a thousand twinkling stars that seemed to pulse with a quiet, rhythmic light. The moon, full and luminous, bathed the world in a silvery glow, casting long, soft shadows that danced lightly across the ground. A cool breeze whispered through the trees, rustling the leaves in a soothing lullaby that filled the air with a sense of calm and serenity.The world seemed to have slowed its pace, the hustle of the day giving way to a peaceful stillness. The sounds of the night were gentle and comforting—the distant chirp of crickets, the occasional hoot of an owl, and the soft rustle of nocturnal creatures moving about their nightly routines. Even the air itself felt different, cooler and lighter, as if it carried the essence of dreams within it, urging all who breathed it in to close their eyes and drift away.The scent of blooming jasmine and n