What Your Love Felt Like-The Dragon Saga

Body Weapons were like a miracle in the Dragon World.

It was said that it manifested only when a true king was in dire need. Not only that. The heart of that king must have had experienced all seven sorrows in life. It aught to know heartbreak and longing, compassion and a sense of giving, bravery and leadership, betrayal and subordination, it aught to reach the highest ecstasy in life, only to fall in the deepest pit of grief and depression.

For someone like Draco, such a feat was unimaginable, no matter how far and wide his reputation spread.

Nobody could ever imagine how deep his emotional turmoils were as were his physical ones.

This feat was unheard of for centuries. Even before the times of Draco’s grandfather’s. It meant that, nobody alive had the good opportunity to witness, such a spectacular miracle.

No wonder Master was shaking with excitement, because he knew how important this achievement was.

For Draco, however, this meant nothing at the moment.

He just wanted an outlet to vent up the surging emotional tide that was building up inside his pit. He wasn’t even sure if actually wanted to come out of that inferno that he created around the Hounds. As he was applying a pressure technique to multiply the impact of that thing, he wanted , at one point to let go of everything. To embrace the warmth of his own heat and just perish his being. Perhaps, that way, he would be again able to see the beloved face of his little human being.

Just at that moment, he heard her voice in his head.

” Don’t do it. This is not who you are. You are the Dragon King. You are the father to not only Damian but an entire nation. You cannot let go of them like this. You cannot belittle my sacrifice Draco. I promise we will meet again sometime. Somehow. ”

Draco refused to believe that it was a voice made out of his own subconscious. It was too real. It immediately gave him the will and strength to reap through the Hounds with his bare hands. He tore them open till his own hand tore up into a mighty blade.

At first, he was shocked. The pain, made him roar and the pressure cooked inferno blast open, throwing the mutilated bodies of the Hounds here and there.

The blade then formed teeth as his scales and flesh morphed into its tongue and it slithered and glinted like his scale.

” Oh, hi! Look who we have here. My beloved Master. Did you come to take me home. ”

Draco seemed a little shaky as Master leaped right beside him and held him firmly at his shoulder.

” You even sound like those humans, my boy. Let’s get you home now. You did wreck havoc. Your soldiers will need to work all night to fix this wall again. ”

The Master smiled and then added, ” Or perhaps not. I wonder if the Hounds will dare to cross this line again after witnessing what the Dragon Lord is single handedly capable of doing. ”

Draco gave him a faint smirk before collapsing in his arm.

“Quickly, this way!” Master shouted, gesturing towards the direction of the Royal Palace.”We need to get him there as soon as possible!”

Raba, had just returned and she directly joined them, her usually composed features etched with worry. “What happened? Is he going to be okay?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“He took out all the Hounds, single-handedly,” Calix replied, his muscles straining with the effort of carrying Draco’s weight. “But he collapsed just as we were about to celebrate our victory.”

The air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the metallic tang of blood as Master and Calix struggled to carry Draco’s limp body through the battlefield. The Dragon Lord’s mighty form now fragile and pale, his scales stained with crimson.

” All the Hounds? ” Raba asked looking around, ” Single handedly? ” It was beyond what she could believe.

” Not only that. He was able to summon his Body Weapon. It manifested on his hand. ”

Calix could talk with difficulty as Raba got bombarded with unbelievable facts.

” Really? Oh my precious scales! For real? That’s unheard of except for in history books and tales. ”

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” Looks like we will need to add another Chapter in our history! ”

Calix beamed as they moved on.

As they made their way through the chaos of the battlefield, other soldiers joined them, some lending their strength to the task of carrying their leader.

Draco’s breathing was shallow and ragged, his glowing eyes now dull and lifeless. “Hold on, my lord,” Master murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. “We’re almost there.”

The infirmary loomed in the distance as they finally landed at the Palace, its white walls gleaming in the afternoon sun. As they burst through the doors, the healers sprang into action, their hands moving quickly and efficiently as they assessed Draco’s injuries.

“He’s lost a lot of blood and life force,” one of the healers said, her voice urgent. “We need to get him into surgery right away.”

Raba paced nervously outside the operating room, her thoughts racing. “He’s the strongest dragon I know,” she muttered to herself. “He’ll make it through this.”

” Of course he will! ” Master joined her as Calix came out as well.

” It’s just exertion. Emotional and physical. It’s no problem for him. ”

Hours passed as the healers worked tirelessly to save Draco’s life, their faces tense with concentration. Finally, one of them emerged from the operating room, a weary smile on her face.

“He’s stable for now,” she said, her voice heavy with exhaustion. “But he’s not out of the woods yet. We need to keep a close eye on him for the next few days.”

Raba let out a sigh of relief, her body slumping with exhaustion. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. ” I was hopeless when I got no clue in the human realm. Phew! A lot happened when I was gone. ”

” And more is yet to happen ! It’s just the beginning into our new future. ”

Master added before venturing off.