Serpens and Serena arrived at the cemetery quite early. The place was eerily quiet and it brought with a feeling of nolstiaga. It's been over six months since they last visited Grandma Suki's grave stone and it was already seeming like it's been years.Grandma's death had come as a big blow to Serpens and Serena. After the death of Grandma Suki, it felt like life had ended for the two of them until Serpens had encountered the dragonic power that had changed their lives."Grandma, sorry we've not visited you for some time now. We're really sorry," Serpens began."Yes grandma, we're sorry," Serena added. The two of them dropped their flowers and then proceeded to their parents' gravestones."Tsung Ryu and Sonia Ryu," were the inscriptions on the gravestones. Serena placed her hands on the gravestones running her fingers on each letter of the names."I don't really know much about you mom and dad but I know you guys were good people when you were alive," she began to say, her voice fill
Serpens and Xin arrived at the shore of the Bohai sea after asking Serena to go over to Professor Layton and tell him that he had sent her to him. "If he asks you who you are, tell him you're my sister." Serpens had said.Getting to the bank of the sea, Serpens could hear his heart beat. He held Xin by the hand as they looked at the vast expanse of water before them."Clam girl," Serpens called out. They waited for her to emerge as the waves danced from one part of the sea to the other.Suddenly, the surface of the water rippled, and the clam girl emerged, rising gracefully from the depths, her skin a delicate pearlescent hue, shimmering in the fading light. Her hair, a cascade of silken strands, glistened with droplets of seawater, adorned with shells and seaweed, giving her an ethereal, otherworldly beauty.Xin stepped back, the sight of the clam girl a bit scary and surprising at the same time. She had never seen anything like this before. It was entirely outworldly for her as her
Serpens and Xin arrived at the old house where he and Serena had grown up with their parents. It's been over fifteen years since he visited the place. After their parents' death, Grandma Suki forbade them from ever going there. She told them it was dangerous and that they were much safer living with her.Arriving at the place, Serpens was surprised to see that the house was still there, with no one living in it. It was unusual, as houses in Draketown were easily put out for mortgage by the government once the original owners no longer inhabit it and are not ready to sell it either."This is where me and my sister grew up," Serpens said, taking Xin by the hand and leading her to the entrance of the house, its weathered exterior covered in ivy and moss. The windows, cracked and grimy, offered only glimpses of the shadowy interior. The front door, barely hanging on its rusted hinges, creaked ominously as Serpens pushed it open, Xin walking behind him carefully.Stepping inside, Xin cou
The search for the manual guide wasn't easy. It was like there was nowhere they could find it. "Are you sure there's a Manual guide to this thing?" Serpens asked, doubting that one was ever provided for the machine."There should be. I know it's here somewhere." Xin replied, her optimism evident in her voice.Serpens feels frustrated and gives up the search, turning his attention to examine the intricate controls of the time machine, hoping he could decipher something and get to know how it works.Xin, who was so optimistic that there was indeed a manual guide to the time machine, kept searching as she turned her attention to the cluttered shelves and drawers around the laboratory. Her fingers brushed against old, dusty books and faded papers, her curiosity piqued by the fragments of a bygone era.Suddenly, she spotted a worn leather-bound book tucked between two large jars filled with strange, preserved specimens. She pulled it out carefully, revealing a manual guide with the title "
After what felt like an eternity but also an instant, the speed of the time machine began to slow down. The colors outside the windows gradually coalesced into recognizable shapes and forms. The thrum of the machine softened, and the lights dimmed slightly, signaling their arrival.With a final, gentle jolt, the machine came to a stop. The interior lights stabilized, casting a warm glow over Serpens and Xin. They exchanged a look of excitement and anticipation before cautiously opening the door.Stepping out, they found themselves in a different world entirely. The air was fresher, carrying the scent of blooming flowers and freshly turned earth. They were surrounded by a vibrant landscape, with rolling hills, dense forests, and a clear blue sky overhead. The architecture of nearby buildings confirmed that they have arrived in a past, entirely different from the one they had chosen."Where are we?" Serpens asked, surprised. "This isn't where we are supposed to land. The time machine w
Lady Urim lay on her straw-stuffed mattress in a dimly lit room, her face contorted with pain and sweat glistening on her forehead. Her breaths came in ragged gasps as she gripped the edges of the bed, her knuckles white with the effort. The room smelled of herbs and burning candles, an attempt to ward off evil spirits and ease her suffering."Hang on, the midwives are in their way," one of the female servants said, as she gestured towards another servant to call for the midwives.Lord Jong, although had longed to have a son, knowing fully well that he'll be sacrificed to Aquron, couldn't help but wish that the baby turns out to be a girl. It was the only way to save the life of the child."Lord Jong, you just have to prepare yourself for whatever it is that the outcome will be," his own friend and dragon slayer, lord Tai said, placing a comforting hand upon his shoulders.Lord Tai had too sacrificed a son to Aquron and knew exactly the feeling. He too, had wished that the child would
Serpens and Xin decided to follow the soldiers behind as they took the little child away."We'll be needing horses," Xin said, recognising the futility of trying to catch up with the soldiers on horses without their own personal horses."But where do we get horses? And besides, I don't know how to ride one," Serpens admitted."That's not a problem. All we need is a horse and I'll take the saddle." Xin replied confidently."Neigh..." They heard from Jong's horses which were still tied in the stable."I think we've got ourselves a horse," Xin said, a wide grin playing across her lips.She led the way to where the horses had been kept and there they were: horses of different colours of black, brown and white."Bingo!" She exclaimed. She quickly invited one of the horses and climbed onto it, ready to follow the trail of the soldiers."What about me?" Serpens threw his arms apart."Just get a horse before someone sees us." Xin replied.Serpens's brow firewood, "But I don't know how to ride
Doromu gave the baby to a dragon slayer from the neighboring village. Unlike the citizens of Kanginn who had bowed to Aquron, the citizens of Hongli didn't do the same.They were brave enough to fortify their territories from the reach of the dragons. When Rama saw Doromu, he had almost plunged into an attack but Serpens stopped him."He's not dangerous," he protested. "He is badly injured and needs help with the baby."Rama kept back his sword as he listened to Serpens narrate his story.After hearing what Serpens had to say, Rama decided to take in the child and raise him like his own."You see," Serpens turned to Doromu after Rama had left with the child. "If I hadn't stopped the dragon slayer, he'd have attacked you. So you see, interfering in matters of my past is not as bad as you think it is.""Young dragon, whether you had stood in to speak for me or not, the dragon slayer would have taken the child anyway. Your interference wasn't what had saved me and the baby but our destin
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