Sluggishly, Serpens made his way back to the hospital, his thoughts consumed by the fact that he had put Rose in danger and his powers were of no use this time around.His eyes welled up with tears as he slumped in the sterile hospital waiting room. The harsh fluorescent lights amplified the worrisome look on his face. He tried holding back the tears that were slowly finding their way down his cheeks. He turned to the wall clock, each tick amplifying his anxiety. It was like his world had shattered into a million pieces. “Rose, please don't die," he sighed.Serpens wished all that was happening at that moment was nothing but a terrible dream - one he'd wake up from to see Rose right in front of him.He couldn't help but blame himself for everything. His thoughts raced back to Winter who now seemed to be endowed with some sort of dragonic power too.Just at that moment, Dr. Sun approached, a folder clutched in her hand, her expression grave. Serpens sprang to his feet, rushing to mee
Frustration was beginning to build up within Serpens as he walked back home. Serena was still awake waiting for him to come back home. “How's she?” Serena asked, noticing the worrisome look on Serpens's face.Serpens was lost with words. He didn't know what to say. The guilt he was feeling for everything that had happened to Rose was eating him up.“She's in the hospital.” Serpens's revealed.Without saying any further words, he walked to his bedroom falling flat on the bed. His eyes darted towards his phone, the realization dawning upon him that he had left at home all the while he was out. He picked it up and noticed that he had missed several calls from director Lan.He noticed she had dropped a text message which he opened immediately.“I've been trying to call you Serpens. Hope you're fine? I just want to thank you for coming around tonight. I hope we can get to see each other next time? Have a wonderful night's rest?” He read.Dropping the phone, he noticed Serena standing by t
Walking through the quiet halls of the hospital, Doctor Sun decided to drop by at Rose's ward and see for herself just how she was doing.The last diagnosis she carried out on Rose was scary. It was as if her heart had stopped beating yet she was still alive. Her skin felt so cold that one would think that she was already dead.A couple of other patients were still in the ward, some already getting ready to be discharged home. As she walked past the other patients, lost in thought, she noticed the life saver that Rose was connected to not beeping anymore.Fear surged through her as she rushed to her side. She just couldn't explain it but there was this unusual connection she had towards Rose like she'd always known her or something.Reaching her bedside, a chill shot up her spine. The room felt unusually cold. Looking down at Rose, she gasped in horror. She was as pale as the sky blue around her, the cold breathed over her skin, frostbitten. It was absolutely freezing out and you cou
Serpens was in his bed that night, his thoughts running around in circles. He didn't know what to do regarding Rose's condition anymore. He had tried all he could within his power to heal her but to no avail.In his troubled state, he decided to put a call through to professor Layton hoping he'd be able to help.“Hello, Mr. Ryu,” Professor Layton began, his voice low and steady.“Sir, I need your help,” Serpens replied, a sense of urgency in his voice.Professor Layton's eyes widened, “Is there a problem?” He asked, his curiosity piqued.“Yes sir,” Serpens replied. “It's about Rose,” he added.“What about her?” Professor Layton inquired.Serpens wasn't sure if discussing it over the phone would be better. “Sir, if you don't mind, can I come over to your place instead?” Serpens desperation came through.“Alright, Mr. Serpens. Let's meet tomorrow morning in my office after class.” Professor Layton suggested.Serpens heaved a sigh as he dropped the phone hoping that his meeting with prof
“You have to find the draconic gem and restore it to the heart of the third sea.” Professor Layton Bagan. “If Aquron should find the gem before you, then there's no way we can stop Bahamut.”“So, if I should get you sir, Aquron has fused with Winter and the reason is for him to find the draconic gem too.” Serpens asked, just to understand better.“Yes Mr. Ryu,” professor Layton nodded.“But why? I thought you said the draconic gem was to defeat Bahamut?” Serpens asked, his curiosity piqued.“Yes, Mr. Ryu…, if Aquron finds the draconic gem before you, it'll absorb it's powers and with the power it'll set Bahamut free. Nothing should make you allow Aquron get the gem before you do.” Professor Layton instructed.“But sir… what about Rose?”“Rose will be fine. You just need to fill her lungs with your own dragon's breath of fire, to prevent her heart from getting frozen.” Professor Layton advised.Serpens felt relieved knowing that there was a way he could stabilize Rose pending when he'l
“Good to see you again, Serpens,” Grandma Suki's voice woke him up. “Grandma!” Serpens exclaimed, his surprise palpable.Something told him he was dreaming, yet it felt so real. It's been over three years since Grandma Suki died and seeing her standing in front of him like she was still very much alive, filled him with a mix of surprise and fear.“You don't have to be afraid, Serpens,” Grandma Suki said, her voice calm yet firm.“Where am I?” Serpens asked, as everything around him appeared to be outworldly, like he was on some other planet or something. “Don't tell me I'm dead,” he added.“No, Serpens, you're not,” Grandma Suki began. “I was the one who called you here.”“But why?”“Because you don't yet understand what the fate of your world is. Everyone is counting on you, Serpens and you can't afford to fail them.” Grandma Suki said, her voice growing increasingly serious.Serpens eyes widened, as different thoughts raced through his mind. He was just twenty years old and at such
Serpens, fueled by a mix of anger and desperation, stormed through the alleyways of the city in his Harley motorcycle, his mid set in confronting Winter and retrieving the map and compass from him.It wouldn't be his first time standing up against him and he wasn't afraid. If he had done it, then he could still do it again. The base of the penthouse was where he had said he should meet him up.Upon getting to the base of the warehouse, he discovered that no one was there, fueling his anger even more.“Show yourself Winter!” He screamed. You're such a coward that you had to break into my house. You could have waited for a fight.” He blurted out angrily.Suddenly, his phone buzzed and it was a strange number. Swiping the phone screen to the side, he answered the call.“Hello, Serpens,” the voice at the other end called out to him. Serpens immediately recognised the voice as Winter's voice.“Winter, where are you?” He asked, his anger palpable. He remembered the last time he confronted
Inspector Lui noticed the gaping hole on the roof just as the team of paramedics took Serpens on the stretcher, taking him to the ambulance which was parked outside.He noticed the shreds of woods and tiles which were scattered around and the edges of the breach which were jagged and splintered.“What the hell happened here?” He whispered to himself as he crouched down, running his fingers over the rough edges, noting the sheer force required to create such damage.Something didn't sit right with him; like it was as if a wild beast had torn through and not just an ordinary man.“What are you thinking about?” His colleague, inspector Chan inquired, noticing the look on his face. “Don't tell me that you're still thinking that kid is extraterrestrial. You saw how badly wounded he was when we got in.”“That’s the point, Chan,” Inspector Lui's voice cut through the warehouse.“What's the point?” Inspector Chan asked, his curiosity piqued.“You saw his clothes torn apart? You saw how much b
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