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Before this story starts, I would like to thank my READERS! You guys keep me going! ^_^. If it wasn't for them, this story wouldn't have happened. Also, all characters here are copyright of Eurasia21xx. Things used from the game "Legend of Dragoon" is copyrighted to SCEI so I don't take credit from those things. Also, do not use my own copyrighted things in your stories without consulting me first. Takes alot to make this stuff up so keep that in mind and enjoy. Also, if you're not old enough to be reading this, grow up first and come back. I'm not responsible for what you are about to read.

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_ Kayla and Steve are copywrite to Vicious Disco of FA _

Mmm...deliciously innocent..that dragoon is such a sweetheart. Though, his naive thinking on "that"....won't be pretty once the two realize what the other feels for that human.

**Date: November 26th

Location: Main Hall of Zaraphan Castle

Time: 11:30 am**

"...and he seems to be the last one in the Eurasia line. If history has taught us anything, he'll be the one to save dragons like his ancestor did.", said a male voice. The room was dark except for a light and two shadows appearing on the wall. There was quite a bit of murmuring over the situation regarding the dragoon, discussing points from the past, and what the future may hold.

"Or if what you say is true about history, he'll betray us all and kill another one of the ancients. Don't forget what "he" did...its unforgivable!", said another voice, everyone staying silent for a moment since it was a very important point he brought up. Though it was an incredibly long time ago and those who were around at the time have passed on, it would be remembered as long as dragon-kind was around.

Another voice began to talk as something important had to be said, the silence making her a bit antsy, "Oh I believe he won't stop at nothing to stop N.D.. I hear he has quite a grudge against him. Not to mention Nimane and Pearly love him to bits. You know the little darlings have a nose for those who aren't...nice.", said Phoana, wanting to give her input about what she learned last night about that human.

Sambodo looked at Phoana and shook his head, wondering exactly what she did last night, "Please tell me you didn't touch that dragoon. You said you were going to talk to him to find out more but that conversation lasted longer than expected.", he asked, getting shoved back by her followed by a growl. Her annoyed gaze made him chuckle and step back, holding his hands out in defense, "I told you that already. I did not lay a single claw on him. You're the one who told me to talk to him if you remember...and hes legit. But there is one thing which bothers me...", she replied, the other voices curious as to what she had to say, as it would most likely affect their decision.

- Meanwhile....

Everyone went to sleep early since the next day would be quite important. However a few had little to no sleep at all, that being a certain red dragoness and a black with white striped dragoness. Their nights were filled with muffled moans and a ruined towel from their heat keeping their fingers buried into their sopping wet pussies. Although Michael woke up at about 10, he was told to stay in his room by one of the guards until mid-day due to the nature of his visit.

During his wait, he relaxed in bed thinking of what Fyre told him a few weeks ago. Aisarue had contacted her and it meant that he was still around and probably causing trouble. He had forgotten that N.D. separated the both of them 50 years ago after the end of D.O.O.P.. However the fact that he had a bounty on him meant that he wasn't with N.D. anymore, like his brother Abyssion. Whatever his reason could be, Michael hoped that his darker side wouldn't cause any trouble to him, as defeating him would be incredibly difficult.

He sighed after a little over an hour, trying to go back to sleep until it was time but failing to do so, "Ugh...", he said with the most depressed tone, sitting up from the bed and heading towards the window. He looked outside and saw it was quite cloudy and nothing close to the nice day it was the night before. He hung at the window in hopes to relax and make a bit of time fly by, nervous as to what they were doing.

"Man...I showered already but...its so boring being in here.", he thought to himself while staring outside, feeling the cold breeze as he wore a red t-shirt with the words "Extreme" on it in white lettering on his chest. His jeans were blue and long, going a bit past his face which made him fold it up so he wouldn't ruin it. As he looked up, he saw two flying figures, one of them being red, the other being a blackish looking figure. Another one then came into view, a little pink blur began to fall down in his view which made him gasp, "Wait a second, that's pearls! Shes falling!", he shouted, about to jump out until she was caught by Rizan, who sped down fast to catch her.

Michael gave a sigh of relief, though wondering what they could be doing over there. He also realized that they were on top of a mountain so if he were to catch her, no one would catch him if Rizan wasn't there. Pearly was crying just a bit, scared from the hard fall while Rizan comforted her, "Shhh...its okay sweety. Flying takes some getting used to. You did good, just have to get your wings stronger and practice more.", she said licking her snout, seeing her daughter sniffle and snuggle up to her mother. Shyranrya was also with them, her massive wings looking quite amazing along with Rizan's pair of wings. Quietly Michael returned to his room, not wanting to talk just yet as he was still wondering about what had happened last night.

As he laid to the side in bed, he felt something close by, something that made him look up to the ceiling to see a little green dragon hanging from it. It surprised him and made him yelp as it fell on his face and hugged him, "Rawr!", shouted the little dragon, realizing that it was Nimane. He flailed a bit as she hugged tightly, then patting her on her back. The commotion made the dragonesses flying outside take a look, seeing that their favorite dragoon was holding the other important hatchling and making her giggle with glee.

"Oh here we thought the big powerful dragoon had gotten himself attacked by a vicious dragon.", said Rizan playfully, Michael looking over to see all three of them enter by his window. Though Shyranrya had a bit of trouble as she had to tuck in her wings first then enter. Pearly jumped from Rizan's arms, the two little children attacking the defenseless dragoon with their cuteness and nibbles. Rizan had changed from her purple outfit to one of a black one, though similar in fashion, she thought a darker more alluring taste of fashion was suitable for today.

Shyranrya herself had changed too, but still preferring a one piece dress than Rizan's two piece. She decided that today warranted a glittery white dress, one that shined in the light but having to be careful it wasn't smudged by anything before the festivities, "Glad to see you're awake. Though I'm guessing that Sambodo told you to stay put in your room too hun?", she asked, getting a nod while he tickled both Pearl and Nimane, the little darlings meeping and rolling around the bed, "Yea it was too boring. Rizan said we should take the time to teach Pearl to fly...she didn't do too bad for her first time. Nimane is still a bit too young though and we have to get Pearly's wings stronger before we try again.", explained Shyranrya, turning around and seeing that things weren't looking good outside.

Compared to yesterday, which was a beautiful day, the wind had picked up and the clouds were gathering quicker than expected. It wouldn't matter much though as the ceremonies would've been held inside. Michael put the two little hatchlings in his lap and looked down at them with a smile, "Aww you've been hard workers lately haven't you? How about I tell ya a story about one of my many adventures?", he asked, both of them giggling and nodding. Rizan wondered if it would be a good idea given how rough dragoons are, about to ask what he was going to tell before hearing the door being knocked, then opened.

A guard dressed in armor from chest to toe, looked perplexed seeing everyone gathered in one room, "Errm...Lady Rizan, Lady Shyranrya. Weren't you ordered to stay in your rooms?", he asked, seeing her shrug which then made him not worry about the details, "Never mind about that. Its time. Your father has ordered me to escort you all to the main hall. He isn't quite done but he wants our special guest to keep everyone entertained until the Judging is finished.", he explained, holding his halberd tightly and walked outside to await them.

Rizan took the kids who resisted a bit as they wanted to hear the story, Michael giving them both a pat on the head and letting them know that he will tell them soon, "Don't worry, I'll tell ya. You two deserved it...and I think you two would want to hear it as well. I was a dragoon for about 19 years before...N.D. ruined it all. So i've been on many adventures. Though it hasn't been beaten by the ones I've had with you two.", he commented with a smile, the two dragonesses giving a light blush while the dragon guard outside scoffed, not liking how friendly a mere human was with the princess of their kingdom. Dragoon or not, from how he saw this human was, it was hard to believe he was one at all, hearing stories of how honorable, and powerful they were in battle.

"Alrighty lets not keep them waiting Eura.", said Shyranrya, the trio walking out with the two kids in Shyranrya's arms as she wanted to hold the little darlings this time. As Michael was lead down the hall, he saw tapestries that had the same symbol he saw earlier on the armor of the guards, and the clothing of Sambodo. A human that seemed to have wings, with a dragon biting into him. He made a note to ask later about it, ever so curious about it while they soon arrived at the main hall from the upper stairs. It seemed to have been more packed than it was the night before, with more tables of food, drinks with dragons all over the place.

Few were hovering above but the majority were talking to each other before going silent hearing the loud footsteps caused by 4 guards leading Michael, Rizan and Shyranrya down the stairs. They were left at the middle where usually Sambodo or Phoana would be when speaking to a crowd, the guards telling them that the king and queen would be joining them soon and to mingle with the crowd, "Keep them entertained huh? What could I do?...", wondered Michael, seeing that everyone had their eyes focused on him.

Rizan cleared her throat and began walking down the steps, "Welcome everyone to this year's Thanksgiving! Where we pay tribute to the ones lost during the great wars so long ago. Our ancestors, and the dragoons all fought for our freedom from the vile Winglies but most of all, Jadow. Although there are many foul tales of the most decorated leader Eurasia, we all know that he did his best for our sakes. You who doubt him should think hard as to what he went through to ensure our survival and be thankful for his strength which unfortunately took his life upon the defeat the N.D.", she shouted, getting everyone's attention and nods as they were indeed happy that their relatives had taken part in the war that threatened the survival of their species.

"But N.D. is back isn't he? Should we really be celebrating this year?", shouted someone, everyone murmuring in agreement as they were forced to run away to their current dimension to avoid getting wiped out by his Jadow forces. Even though the kingdom was supportive to dragoons, a few were still uneasy knowing that the one who nearly made dragons extinct was still alive.

Shyranrya walked down the stairs as well, wanting to add in her feedback while the kids looked curiously at the large amount of dragons as they had never seen so many in one place, "Everyone relax. Our guest of honor today is someone quite special and is working hard at the moment to stop that monster. A few of you met him last night but today is where you can talk to him and ask him anything you want. But know this, he will stop N.D. and allow us free reign back in our home dimensions.", she shouted, a few people clapping and yeying as the crowd moved forward as to get to know the dragoon.

Michael remained at the top of the stairs, very nervous as he wasn't used to deal with a crowd. It was even worse that they had high expectations for him since he was related to the one who lead the dragons to victory during the Dragon Campaign. It was then suddenly he was picked up from above, being grabbed by the shoulders by a dragon flying over head who wanted to be the first to talk to him, "W-whoa! Hiya?", he said, the dragon completely naked and having yellow scales. Rizan looked up and saw that someone really wanted to say something to the dragoon, the dragon a little taller than herself.

"Oh its been awhile since I saw a human. Even more a dragoon...you look kind of scrawny. You sure you could beat N.D.?", asked the yellow dragon, shaking him about and making Michael dizzy just a bit. The dragon had his doubts seeing this supposedly amazing dragoon, not smelling or seeing anything remotely powerful about him, "Well as I am now, I don't think I can. But I've been training to be able to...and I want to stop him. For what he did to me and everyone. Not just humans and dragons, every species is suffering thanks to him.", Michael responded, the look in his eyes quite serious as well as the tone of his voice.

The dragonesses smirked seeing their dragoon sound quite cool just then, everyone quiet for a second before cheering loudly. Michael chuckled nervously as he was put down, the dragon that lifted him up shaking his hand. He admired how determined this dragoon was, hoping for the best since he'll need it considering who he was up against. Everyone then ransacked the stairs, Rizan and Shyranrya giving a surprised meep and quickly releasing their wings to fly up. They had to get of the way to keep the kids safe, though they had hoped the crowd wouldn't kill Michael. The yellow dragon also flew up from the surprise rampage, not wanting to get trampled as he saw the crowd engulf the dragoon who yelled in shock.

Questions everywhere were asked at once, from "Oh you're awesome! What weapon do you use?", to "I hear you're pretty tough. I gotta feel your muscles!". Shyranrya eeped and swooped in to grab the human, the mob of guests giving chase by flying up as well. The room was large but there wasn't enough to manuver as the two found themselves with their backs to the wall. Before the mob came close, Rizan sped in between them, looking quite annoyed with Nimane and Pearl, "AH HEM! Everyone please relax, or there'll be trouble! If you want to ask him something, do it in an orderly fashion! And with minimal touching!", she shouted, everyone going silent and quickly dropping back to the floor.

When the princess spoke, everyone knew to listen and do what she said. A few didn't like her too much due to the fact that she left the household while she was younger, insisting that humans were just as deserving of rights as dragoons were. Rizan's influence is still felt even though she chose to leave, but she never abused the power she has being related to the royal family. Michael was a bit dizzy from the flying, the kids getting excited from how their mother was taking charge and being cool. Shyranrya finally put the human down and sighed in relief, hoping that the crowd won't go crazy again.

"Hey I gotta know Mr Dragoon Eurasia. How old were you when you first became a dragoon? You don't look experienced enough to take down N.D...", asked someone from the crowd, Michael not surprised that he gave off that impression. He brushed his shirt off and looked towards where the voice came from, "I was...16 turning 17 when I became a dragoon. I wad abducted under false pretenses that I was going to summer camp. It was then I was told that I was to be drafted to fight for dragons. My brother was there too with a smile...telling me that he was a dragoon the whole time as well. But technically I earned the right to use a dragoon spirit when I was 27. And I'm 37 now, so I have 10 years of adventuring experience. A few I was lucky to make back alive and many were easy stuff. That's enough experience don't ya think?.", he responded, the crowd shocked to hear how mature this young looking human was.

An older looking green dragon came forward, wearing only a yellow scarf around his neck, "Hmm...20 years? I guess that is a lot for a human...given your limited life span. The King and Queen sound like they won't be here a bit longer so why don't you tell us one of your so called "Adventures" as a dragoon?", he asked, the crowd agreeing as they wanted a bit of proof as to how reliable he would be. Rizan didn't know much herself about Michael's adventures prior to meeting him, and neither did Shyranrya. The kids were happy to hear that they were finally get a story of the "hero" beating the bad guy.

"Well Eura? The little darlings did want to hear a story...what shall you tell us?", asked Rizan, Nimane and Pearly wiggling around in their mothers arms from the excitement. Michael gave it a quick thought, remembering the perfect story to tell as it was a good start for him, "Alright, I have one. Everyone take a seat and watch this!", he exclaimed, getting everyone's attention as he pulled out his P.I.C. from his pocket. He pressed several buttons and pulled out a holographic touch screen, and then touched it at a corner to resize it big enough like a projector.

The P.I.C. also did the job of dimming the lights, making the story more presentable while the dragons all sat on the floor in awe of the wondrous technology. A few were calling it a heresy as technology was a human thing, but many were too stunned by how amazing it looked. On the massive projector sized screen, there were many folder looking icons in view, all numbered in order from 0 and on. Michael pressed the file numbered "1", and opened it, "Here we go, my first real mission after graduation. This one was quite a dozy...I hope you all enjoy it.", he uttered to the crowd, hearing a lot of shooshes and silence soon coming over.

Words began to appear and Michael began reading from the beginning with the date.

- 60 years ago.

**Date: November 7th, 1995.

Location: Dimension number 135076

Time: 5:58 pm**

"Ahhhh!...", screamed someone before going silent, the sound of flesh being cut as well as a constant hum filling the sound of the forest. The day was setting soon with the grass drenched in blood and limbs. The Dragoon of Fire Eurasia was assigned as his first assignment to investigate a homicide maniac that had murdered dragons in the hundreds. He arrived in a flash of light, the birds flying from the trees from the loud boom his entrance made. Wearing the official D.O.O.P armor with the logo on his chest and wielding the sword left behind by his father, he was ready to give it his all and prove he was a true dragoon.

"So this is 135076...I hear from the start humans and dragons lived in harmony from the get-go. Yet...one person is discriminately murdering dragons left and right. I'll bring him to justice with my blade.", he muttered to himself, his most prized possession sheathed on his back. He pulled out his P.I.C. and looked over the mission once more to make sure he knew where to start. The report read that there were human casualties as well but the numbers were from those who tried to stop him. The only thing left of his victims were their body parts sliced into pieces small enough to fit in an ice cube, as well as a strong burn around where the victims pieces were cut. No one was sure of the weapon used but it was assumed that it wasn't anything close to modern weaponry.

His motive was unknown but all attempts to stop this killer were unsuccessful. Dragons lived in fear being outside and being around humans, their once stable friendly relationship strained by one man. One thing was certain, the person doing it was a human. There wasn't a pattern either to the slayings, just those who were unlucky to have met him while hanging around the area, "Sheesh, they couldn't have given me a less rough assignment? I'm still trying to get over what happened...wait wait. Now is not the time. I have a job to do...its what "he" would say with a stupid smile on his face...", he thought, putting away his P.I.C. and looking around to see where was a good place to start.

He looked up and saw something flying in the air, something small and thin like a pole of some sorts. Michael focused hard on what it could be, knowing it was not a bird or anything of the sort, "What is that...wait. A tail? A dragon's tail?! Why is it flying so high like that--oh! That has to be the killer! And he got to someone else already...time to show him what happens when you mess with dragons!", he shouted, unsheathing his sword and sprinting towards the direction the tail came from. The forest had many downed trees, all of them having an acute burn mark around the stumps and the fall trees themselves where they were cut.

The trail ended with the dragoon skidding to a stop in horror, seeing arms and legs of various colored dragons. They were anthro types, not feral which were much rarer nowadays, but even heads that had expressions of horror before they were chopped off laid before him. He dealt with seeing death and gore in class but the real thing was nothing compared to the theory of keeping your lunch stable. There were also pieces of wood that seemed to be shaped like chairs, seeing trees that were cut off more to the side of assortment of body parts.

Up ahead was the sound of another yell, with a dragon about 10m away tied with chains to a wooden chair. There was also someone else who had a glowing blade, thin but visibly dangerous as the dragon held hostage had burgundy scales but half of his tail cut off. He was visibly crying in pain, begging for his life as the one who was going to kill him had no intention of doing so. Up close, the dragon was about 9 feet tall, the chair being much bigger than he thought, but that wasn't important at the moment. Michael opened his palm and let out a fireball as he was too far away to do anything, seeing it crackle and spark as it flew. The culprit turned and destroyed it with a mere slash, though jumping back away from his victim seeing that he had company.

Tears were going down the dragon's face as he was happy to have been saved, though not expecting a dragoon to come forward right on time, "OH THANK ORLIK! THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!", he shouted, Michael nodding as he sprinted forward and sliced the chains off. The murderer simply chuckled as everything had gone according to how he wanted it, seeing the dragon hug the dragoon out of gratitude and lift him up. Michael chuckled nervously and reminded him that he still had a job to be done, the dragon sniffling and giving his last bit of thanks, "Thank you Mr Dragoon! Please...make him pay. Hes murdered a lot of our kind...for no reason."

Off he flew, throwing up a bit of dust as his wings lifted him up and off in the blink of an eye. Now that the hostage was safe, the dragoon could focus on his target, "Now then...killing dragons. Why? What is making you kill them discriminately?", he asked, seeing that this man was wearing a black "Military" Style Corduroy Jacket. Though it was a bit longer than normal, it gave off a feeling of hatred and discontent with the black jeans that had chains all over the place. His brushed back black hair and smug expression behind his glass while holding what Michael now saw was a "Beam Saber" clenched tightly in his hand. Overall he fit the description that he was nothing but a killer. Though his weapon of choice explained how he was able to cut through his fire so easily, this being the first time he'd ever see a weapon like that outside of the movies.

Michael's eyes kept right on his target as he walked around a bit, the metal chains shaking as he stepped, "Hmmph...that's an easy one. I've been trying to get your attention for weeks. Took your sweet time to get here....but I should ask you the same question Mr Dragoon. Why do you protect dragons so blindly?", he asked back, seeing the dragoon unsheathe his sword from his back and hold it with one hand. It was a bit smaller in length compared to his beam saber, but if he was right about dragoons having magically enhanced weapons, then he wouldn't be able to slice through it like normal metal.

"Blindly? That is a very inaccurate way to put what we do. Dragoons protect dragons and humans. Both helped each other in their time of need after the dragoon campaign. We owe them quite a bit of thanks. If a dragon was doing what you were doing, we'd be taking care of that dragon as I will you.", responded Michael. Trench sprinted forward and slashed down at the dragoon, swiftly blocking it with one hand though quickly backing up as he tried to cut down to the hilt. The weapon his opponent had was quite dangerous, knowing that one mistake, and he could lose a limb with relative ease.

He was quickly lucky that the blade he had was a magically imbued blade, being able to stand up to such punishment, "That's your reason? As I said, you blindly follow those retched scaled beasts. Dragon Campaign this and that. Just because of that, they're you're gods. You ever wonder why dragons used you dragoons as their "help"?", he asked again, digging his saber into the grass and turning it into instant ash and making a hole that sizzled. Michael could feel the hatred he had for dragons, fueling him to fight.

Once more Michael opened his palm at him and fired a few more balls of fire, each of them about the size of basketballs with a bright orange fiery tail behind them. The man grinned and sliced through them once more, though this time directly in half so that it would hit the behind him with a small blast. For the last one, the held his saber like a baseball bat and swung, hitting it right back at Michael. The dragoon was surprised to see that he could not only cut but reflect a ball of fire, building up fire in his hand to catch it and deflect it upwards where it made another small explosion.

The wind from the blast spooked many animals, the two seeing what they were up against by showing their skills bit by bit. Though the dragoon had not started to use any of his power yet, assuming that if he was a mere human, it could kill him if he went too hard. Just to see how skilled he was, Michael went on the offensive and dashed forward with impressive speed. It was so fast that it seemed that he vanished for a second. At the last second, he jumped back seeing a slice coming from below, the dragoon slashing upwards to try and weaken by a light cut on his chest.

Michael shook his head in surprise as he had missed, using a good amount of his full speed just then to try and end it quickly. However that bare miss showed that he was up against someone who had little physical power, but a good amount of experience, "T-that was close...I see you're as terrifying as I've heard Mr dragoon.", he said panting a bit, being a bit shocked by just barely dodging that blow. However he couldn't lose now, not before he learned of one more thing, "Well then, you're much stronger, and faster than me. As expected from one who just takes orders from those selfish vermin. But you never answered my question..."

The smirk on his face made the dragoon glare at him, sighing as the answer was painfully obvious even to someone who didn't do so well on the history exams such as him, "Really? You really want me to say why? It's because it was a beneficial arrangement. Not to mention Wingly magic was specifically designed against dragons. Dragoons had a better chance against the winglies from their size. Made them easy targets as dragons back then were much larger than they were now, being feral and whatnot. Happy?", responded Michael, raising an eyebrow as it seemed his answer was very funny.

He was laughing at his answer, holding his stomach with his free hand as to how hilarious it was apparently, "HAHAHA! Oh god...you got it. It was benefitical for them. But not for humans...I take it you know of the dragoon of legend Eurasia? The leader of the dragoons who lead them to victory with his own brand of "justice" and power.", he asked, Michael staying silent for a moment hearing that he was aware of his ancestor's exploits. He nodded and wondered what he had to say about him, not knowing much himself besides what he just stated though the part about justice and power made his ancestor seem like a brutal warrior, not the noble one he had been taught.

"What about him? He fought to his last breath until his death at the end of the 2nd war. Where N.D. was finally put to rest as well as the Jadow. I won't let you speak ill of my ancestor.", warned Michael pointing his sword right at him. Again the man began to laugh, though it sounded more of a pitable laugh than the first time he did. Michael lunged at him and clashed swords with him, though the murderer had no chance against his strength as he was pushed back right into a tree. The impact wasn't enough to break through but it knocked the wind out of him, coughing while on the ground with his beam saber turned off from the impact.

The dragoon had hoped that he would give up, knowing that he had no chance of winning against him no matter what. He struggled to get up, coughing up a bit of blood but still chuckling, "Hah....hah....thats exactly what I mean. You're no different than him...and that is exactly why dragons are to be hated...because Eurasia had so much power...he was considered a threat. Humans in general...possess untold amount of power inside of their souls. This is the main reason why they killed him and covered it up...once they found out...that humans were created to be weak physically but had the potential to harness that limitless spiritual power...it was to make sure no one could defy them by looking up to him as an example."

Michael had enough of his lies, sheathing his sword and pulling out his P.I.C. to request a pick up for his target, "Spiritual power huh? Yuh huh. Sure they did. Dragons aren't ungrateful like that. Maybe after an interrogation and trial you'll be saying something a bit different. Don't think you'll get away free from your crimes...", he said while putting in the numbers for his important phone call. He saw that once more, the target was up on his feet, his glasses half broken from the earlier hit, "I'd recommend you stay down while the guys get here. You're hurt enough as it is."

Once more he laughed, his expression turning quite maniacal at the turn out with the dragoon he had hoped to meet came to the result he wanted, "HAHAHAH! You...I have to thank you...proving my hypothesis to be true! You of the Eurasia Blood Line...You'll eventually come to the same fate as they all have...death by the ones you dedicated yourself to protect!", he shouted, Michael raising an eyebrow seeing him reach into a pocket. It made him gasp and sprint right the man, seeing things in slow motion as the man held a small metal pole looking object to his neck with a huge smirk, "I, Trench....have won in the end...enjoy your free spirit while it lasts!"

- Back to the present, at The Zaraphan Castle.....

Rizan and Shyranrya had taken seats for the story, the kids in Rizan's arms giving a yey at how cool the dragoon seemed. The crowd was silent while Michael finished up the story, reading the last few bits of the mission, "...and in the end, the dragon murderer only known as Trench committed suicide via a Beam knife he had concealed to his neck. Death was immediate. And The End.", he said, adding in the "The End" for story effect. The crowd clapped at the heroics the dragoon had done, though a few thought that he just went up against a mere human so it wasn't too much to boast about. A few had heard about Trench in the past and those were who gave the biggest applause.

Michael looked a bit uneasy as Rizan took a look at him turning off the P.I.C. and seeing the light come back into the room. Before she could ask, someone shouted from the crowd and moved forward to the front, "Y-you're the one! You're the one who saved me!", he shouted, Michael looking up after shoving the P.I.C. into his pocket. The scales on him were of a deep burgundy, the dragon turning to show that his tail had been cut off.

"Ah! It's you! I didn't think I'd see you here. I'm glad that I managed to get there on time.", he replied, the dragon shaking his hand with a happy smile. The memory of that day haunted him for years, as well as not having a full tail. Though now that he had finally met the dragoon who helped him, he felt more at ease than before, "Thank you very much. I say you should be welcomed here without any argument. You're a great man, and a strong fighter it seems. I'm confident you'll be allowed here, and I'll back you up on that fact!"

Seeing someone that Michael had saved put everyone in high spirits, most of them changing their attitude from before as the dragon turned and told them once more in more detail how he was saved. Rizan patted Michael on the shoulder, the kids playfully tugging at his hair with Shyranrya looking at how worked up everyone was, "Well I knew you saved a lot of dragons before but I don't think we've ever met any of them before today. Minus you Shyranrya.", she remarked with a smile, her friend looking down at her, and the human who was having a tough time wrestling the little darlings off of his head.

Everything came to a complete silence as the door upstairs was opened slowly, the loud creaking made everyone turn and quickly bow to the king coming into the room, "Ah forgive me for taking so long. The debate was quite heated...but we've reached a decision regarding the dragoon's status among us.", he shouted, with his lovely and barely dressed wife who had only only a blouse, but nothing down below. Michael was the only one standing before being forced down, Rizan not wanting anyone to call him rude on an extra important moment.

To be continued.....