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The great two moons, Dela and Mena shone brilliantly in the Draga sky. In the capital city of Verel, the great white stone buildings all glimmered elegantly, not a spot of age or moss on them. Prosperity, although found all across Draga, was the most potent here. The cobblestone streets were safe and protected by the guards. All manner of people, Gryphons, Dragons, half-beasts, and humans all roamed the paths. Some families, others young couples, on a date with love in their hearts. Some even travelers from neighboring villages or towns. But in the Kessho Tower, a young dragon stood next to a half-dragon man, the king of this world, lord Archeron the fifth. The king wore basic chainmail with a plate armor breastplate that sheened flawlessly, the crest of the royal house, a black ring with a dragon on the left side, a gryphon on the right, and a human right in the middle with a star right above all three. A silk red robe hanged from his shoulders as I just hanged one foot off the ground. A golden crown with rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and sapphires adorned his head, the half-beast king's face was that of kindness, with gentle blue eyes and black hair with streaks of grey in it. His red wings were folded gracefully and his tail hanging properly around his side instead of just a fallen limb.

The dragon who stood next to the lord Archeron, was covered in shining red scales, a black under-plated belly only slightly visible from his neck since the dragon was armored in steel plated chainmail. The crest proudly hanging on his shield and a sword, white and gleaming as pure as the snow in it's sheath was clipped to his side. The Dragon's green eyes stared at the door, never moving with two black horns on his head and a bladed tail. He looked at the door with his purple eyes, excepting something to come out of them. His black wing membrane hang in-between his red wing arm.

"Esran." The king said the dragon, "It has been three days since we have gotten the message. Have scouts reported anything seen on our boarders?"

"No my liege, there has been no sign of this 'Lord' since he sent that note." Esran told the king.

The king scratched his chin as he thought, worried. About three days ago, a letter had arrived saying that in 3 days time, at precisely midnight, a messenger would be coming to deliver a warning. It was from someone called Lord Magia. No one in the kingdom had even heard of another kingdom across the sea, let alone this 'Magia.' So, this did cause some worry inside the court.

A dragoness, her sapphire blue scales shining, and a golden plated underbelly, walked into the throne room. Esran looking at her excited golden eyes as she strolled to him. Wearing a simple white silk robe. She had no horns only a plain tail and black mane that hang from the side of her head to the shoulders. Her sky blue wings folded. "Esran, how is everything going?"

"Sira, what are you doing here?" Esran asked, he was surprised that she would come here all of a sudden.

"Is it so wrong to visit my husband?" She said with a charming smile.

Esran looked at the king. "I am sorry your majesty, I knew nothing of her visit..." he started but Archeron raised his hand.

"No harm done, I have been keeping you away from your family with all this dull work. It's only natural that your wife would come to see you." He said with a grin. Sira got next to Esran. "So, has this Magia arrived yet or was it all just a prank?"

"We are starting to think that it is just some young hooligan's joke. But we still have to wait till midnight." The king explained. He looked at the grandfather clock in the throne room, it was three minutes till midnight. "on a much brighter note, I heard that you have a baby on your way, congratulations." He said with a gentle smile to the two dragons.

"The baby won't be here for a year at most so we still have plenty of time to prepare the house." Esran reminded a carefree looking Sira.

"I haven't forgotten..." Sira started. The grand clock rang out as it told that it was midnight.

"Well, midnight and no one is here. So that little letter was a joke after all..." The king began to say. Suddenly, a sphere of black energy formed in front of them all. A man with salt and pepper hair sleeked back with a skull mask covering his face except for his mouth and glowing purple eyes. He was adorn in extravagant white armor that gleamed spotless of any flaws. A Black cape stitched with silver thread was hanging from his armor's shoulders. White metal boots covered his feet as he stood there at seven feet smiling at the shocked group casually. " Declare yourself at once!" The king ordered the stranger.

"Oh come now, you must know who I am, or did you not get my letter?" The stranger said and then then all was clear.

"You...are Magia..." The king said. "Yes I did get your letter, not what is it you desired to speak with me, and I was informed that only a messenger would be coming."

"He was at first, but I decided that this message would best to be delivered by myself. This is the message; Surrender your kingdom to me at once, or else you will face my wrath." Magia said quite calmly.

"WHAT! That is not a warning it is a demand, what right do you have to make such an outrageous request?"

"Oh, I have many rights, I am the leader of Sanctum, a holy order of righteous people who all work day and night to help me usher in a new era of peace and prosperity. I am merely asking you to step down and hand me your crown so that I may make this world happy."

"You are insane if you think I will just hand my crown to a complete stranger. My people are already happy and the kingdom is prosperous, they do not need your 'help'."

Magia frowned, "Then know this, King Archeron, by refusing this offer you have declared war on both me, and Sanctum. Since you refuse to give me this kingdom, then I will take it!" He threw his hands into the air and then vanished.

"Do not worry my king, we have the greatest army in the land. An unknown king could not be able to defeat us." Esran said, then a human guard in chainmail busted into the throne room.

"My liege, a great army has breached the main gates!" Archeron stood up immediately.

"What!? Why did you not inform me of this sooner!"

"The army just appeared out of nowhere my liege, one moment the entire outer fields were empty, then in just a second, we were overwhelmed by war machines and soldiers. They are heading to the castle as we speak!"

Archeron closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then got a look of determination in his eyes. "Gather all the guards and people who can wield a weapon, we will make our last stand here." He commanded.

"Yes my lord." The guard saluted and then marched out of the throne room.

"I am ready to serve my liege, I will follow you into hell itself." Esran said

"No Esran, you and I both know that there is no chance of Victory here. My kingdom will fall here today, this Magia knew that I would say no to his offer. He planned this attack and knew that he would win. I need you to flee the castle, take the secret escape route, and keep up a good fight. Promise me, that my kingdom will be free once again." Archeron told the two.

"We will do all in our power, to make sure that Draga will be free once more." They both vowed in sync. Archeron nodded as he pressed a hidden button behind his throne. The throne slid back, revealing a stair case leading down into the castle catacombs.

"Then go, I hope that we will meet again one day." Archeron said. Sila and Esran both bowed to their king, then went into the catacombs, as the throne slid back into place. The king sighed, "Gods protect them, and the people." He prayed then left the throne room. He walked into the courtyard of the castle, screaming was being heard from fleeing citizens trying to escape the slaughtering horde. But in the courtyard stood but a few hundred men, clearly not enough to defeat the legion of invaders. The soldiers were only a handful of knights, a couple or so patrols of guards, and the rest were ordinary peasants armed with a sword or bow. Around the plaza were statues of past kings, dating back to the beginning of Draga. In the middle, the fountain that the first king himself filled with water from a sacred spring still flowed. Archeron walked out the castle doors and into the plaza. All the fighters ceased their chat and looked to the king with fearful eyes.

"Citizens of Verel, as you see for your own eyes we are under siege." The king started, "We are few, and they are many. Many of you know that defeat is inevitable, as do I. So, some may wonder why we even try to resist. I will tell you why; this is our home! The kings of the past would be ashamed if we surrendered without a fight. Through the ages, we have endured the wrath of many invaders and wars to unite our people and create the prosperous and peaceful country you have all know till this day. We have fought against impossible odds before, why should this be any different? We are the rightful people who fight for what is ours, our blood and tears have gone into making the land it is. So many have died to make this land ours, are we just going to stand by and do nothing as a power mad stranger tries to take it?"

"NO!" The men all yelled inspired.

"Of course we aren't, even if we lose this battle, I know for a fact that the rest of the kingdom will never yield to someone who rules for power only. Even if we lose this battle, the war for freedom will still keep on. I will fight tonight, knowing that we will prevail over this foe not tonight, but in the future. Are you all with me!?" The crowed of inspired soldiers all yelled in a righteous cheer "YES!!!" "Then onward, to battle!" The king drew his sword and raised it high into the sky as the moonlight gleamed upon it.

The men marched to confront the enemy force of Sanctum troops, through the blazing streets. The invaders came into view, a legion of armored Dragons, Gryphons and humans. Leading the charge was Magia himself. "I will give you one last chance, Archeron." He yelled from across the battlefield. "Surrender now, and we can end this bloodshed."

Archeron raised his blade. "Never! As long as the people of this kingdom still live and breath. They shall never let you truly be their leader. We, will never surrender! CHARGE!" He pointed his blade straight at Magia as the men released a fierce battle cry that echoed throughout the night sky. Both armies charged, the clashing of steel could be heard, the last cries of dying men as a sword pierced their bodies. Upon a forested hill on the outskirts of the city, stood Esran and Sira as they both looked down at the madness. The king's last wish forever carved into their minds. "...Promise me, that the kingdom will be free once again..." The two disappeared into the night, they had a lot of work to do, and of course, their child was still on the way, there lives, and all others of Draga, were about to get very busy.