Zorvath, the sea creature let out a breath of smoke causing a wave of fear to course through Serpens's veins. He was still grappling with the whole revelation that the weird looking sea creature was letting on.“Your destiny is to become the great dragon,” Zorvath revealed, the smoke enveloping him and Serpens, transporting them in the twinkling of an eye to a place where Serpens couldn't recognise.“Where are we?” Serpens asked, his surprise palpable.“The shores of the third world sea,” Zorvath, the sea creature replied, pointing towards the vast water body that stood in front of them.Serpens's mouth opened wide, as he beheld the endless sea before him. It was unlike anything he had seen in his life.The vast sea stretched endlessly, it's expanse swallowing the horizon in every direction.Serpens could feel that the sea was very much alive, pulsating with the rhythm of unseen currents.Still reeling from everything that seemed to be happening so fast, Serpens voice echoed with the
Serpens watched Zorvath breathe out smoke, sending him back to the front of his house with Zorvath nowhere to be found. He heaved a sigh, contemplating on and on pondering over everything that Zorvath had told him.Walking back to his room, he just couldn't help but wonder what exactly the draconic gem was and why Doromu had fused with him of all the people it could fuse it with. He wondered why the said Doromu had never spoken to him once since it was a part of him already.As he stepped inside, the familiar surroundings of his room offered little comfort. He sat on the edge of his bed, lost in thought, and his gaze drifted to a framed photo on his nightstand—one of him and his sister with their grandmother.Memories flooded his mind, transporting him to the sunlit days spent at their grandmother's old house. He recalled the cozy evenings by the fireplace, where she would tell them fantastical tales of draconic creatures, mystical gems, and ancient abilities. She would often speak o
Serpens and the other students listened with rapt attention as professor Layton delved into the subject of sea dragons. If there was one thing the students loved about his class, it was in the simple fact, that professor Layton knew just how to relate every of his topic with a tale, either real or a legend.After a few more minutes of rigorous lectures and note taking, professor Layton finally decided to end the class with a tale of sea dragons - just what the students were looking forward to.He cleared his throat, his stern demeanor softening slightly as he began to narrate a tale that captured the room's attention."Today, we delve into an ancient legend," he started, his voice taking on a more reverent tone. "A tale of two guardian sea dragons, forces of nature said to embody the primal elements of fire and ice.""Fire and ice," Serpens whispered to himself, his thoughts going back to the text message that had popped up on his phone the previous night."These dragons, Doromu and B
Rose stood under the shade of the giant oak tree that was just right in front of Serpens's lecture hall, her eyes scanning the crowd of students that were exiting the lecture hall, hoping to see Serpens among them but he wasn't.She checked the time on her phone, her impatience growing while waiting for him to come out. They've both agreed to go over to her place after school.After waiting for ten minutes with no sign of Serpens, she decides to put a call through to him. After a few rings, Serpens answered the phone. He was already on his way to professor Layton's office.“Hey, where are you? I've been waiting for you for a while now, you know?” Rose said, all in one breath.“I'm really sorry, Rose but I have to see one of my professors. It was impromptu,” Serpens explained.Rose frowned, disappointment evident in her tone. “Is that so? What happened?”“Its kinda complicated,” Serpens replied. “I'll tell you all about when next we see but for now, I have to see Professor Layton.”“Al
Yul was sitting in a corner in the Pavilion's restaurant. He and Tiara had agreed to meet after she was done with classes. They've not been able to spend quality time together after the incident with Serpens.Another reason was also the fact that he now managed the Brynner's holdings and it was a very huge responsibility for him. He had decided to take a break from work and spend some time with Tiara, making up for the time they've been apart.He glanced at his wrist watch, adjusting his cufflinks. Looking up, he saw Tiara walk through the entrance of the restaurant, looking radiant and her eyes sparkling with warmth and affection.He stood up to greet her and then they shared a warm embrace, holding each other for a moment before taking their seats.As they settled in, the waiter approached them to take their orders. Yul ordered the filet mignon while Tiara opted for the salmon. The waiter nodded politely and left them with their menus.Turning her attention back to Yul, Tiara leaned
Serpens picked up the book which Professor Layton had given to him earlier that day in class. He was so inquisitive to find out what was in the book and why professor Layton had given it to him.The fact that his grandmother was his sage still baffled him. All those times she was telling them stories of dragons and their legends, he thought they were just stories and never in his wildest dreams had he thought those stories were for him.Still in thought, he wondered who the third and fourth sages were after Professor Layton had revealed himself as the second.Serpens opened the book, it's cover old and brown, it's pages yellowed with age. He flipped through the initial chapter reading about the ancient myths and legendary dragon clan that protected the world.As he delved deeper into the texts, he discovered a detailed account of the draconic gem - the very artifact of immense power, capable of influencing both light and darkness. The gem had once mediated peace between the guardian s
“I'm telling you, there's something about that kid, Serpens Ryu that isn't ordinary.” Inspector Lui Zhang insisted, his voice low and urgent as he leaned against his desk, talking to his colleague inspector Chan. “I've been keeping a close eye on him and I can say for sure that that kid is hiding something.”Inspector Chan leaning back in his chair, raised an eyebrow skeptically. “What is so special about that kid that you just can't let it slide. This isn't just about the accident involving old Xue's granddaughter is it?”“Come to think of it,” Inspector Lui began. “There must have been something he did to that girl. Even old Xue's granddaughter said it herself. She had fractures, deep injuries, but everything disappeared after Serpens held her.”“You think he has special powers…, or is involved in something outworldly?” Chan inquired.Inspector Lui nodded slowly, his eyes intense. “I don't know yet. But I'm going to find out. Whatever it takes, I'm going to find the evidence to prov
The following morning, Serpens made his way to grandmother Suki's old house. It's been over three years since he visited the place, since the death and burial of grandmother Suki.The house was an old house, a quaint weathered cottage in the outskirts of the city. Drawing closer to the house, he couldn't help but feel nostalgic. The house with its peeling paint, was still there, the way it had always been. Grandmother Suki's graden had grown so tall, really overgrown standing as a silent guardian of countless memories.A particular event from his part came fresh in his memory as he laid sight of the once beautiful garden which now looked like it never existed as the beautiful garden it used to be.He was at that time, a young boy, just ten years old sitting on a weathered wooden porch looking at grandmother Suki. The sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the sprawling garden. Grandma Suki, with her tender smile, was tending to her garden, her hands skillfully pruning the plants.
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