The Time and the Birth of the Prince

The Time and the Birth of the Prince

The group entered into the grand hall, the hundreds of wyrms all debating amongst themselves, with one colossal gold dragon sitting in the middle of it all, all of whom immediately went silent as the gold raised her forearm up. Her attention was upon the group, and because of that, all the other dragons attention was as well. You do not know fear than that of hundreds of the most powerful creatures in existence staring down at you. Seren fought the urge to shake as he walked into the room with his friends, Eve on his arm, as all the dragons watched them enter into the room, stopping as they reached the suitably sized podium. There was a brief, tense, and somewhat awkward moment as the gold stared down at Seren with a mix of emotions that were very hard to place. She opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted from an outburst above.

“This is ridiculous! Look at him, he’s… he’s human! He’s human!” Seren, as well as many others, would turn to look up at the wyrm, an enormous red dragon, who glared down. As he opened his mouth to continue his complaint, he was cut off by another, a Silver wyrm who stepped forward and bellowed back.

“Your complaints have already been heard a dozen times over! He has the right, and you’ve not put anything forward to halt that.” The Red and Silver glared down at each other, but the Red seemed to not have anything else he could add.

“Please, Elders,” Seren would begin, raising his voice all he could, biting back the nervousness. “I can tell you know more than I do, even about myself. Can one of you explain to me, what exactly do you mean?”
The Red appeared like he was about to make a snarky comment but was cut off by a firm look from a larger Blue next to him. The gold great wyrm in the center stepped forward.

“It is quite a tale to tell, young gold. I imagine you know the history, or some of, the Golden Kingdom, that which you now have dubbed The Ark. It was once a great haven of dragonkind, that floated atop the sea itself and its boundaries stretched far beyond the place it now sits. The leader of that city, the dragon that sits in that throne would have the birthright to it and all of its lands and sea that once spread around it, before it sunk to the bottom of the sea. While we could indeed recite the entire tale as to how that happened, that would take quite some time, and there is much to discuss today.” The dragon began before she seemed to remember something.

“Forgive me, I have no introduced myself. I am Iothdrax Lissinari. Ordinarily, I would have taken the throne, however, as I am too intertwined in the leadership of the Gold Dragonkind, the Aegis does not recognize me.” She supplied, which naturally led to Seren’s next question.

“The Aegis?” He asked, assuming that was all that needed to be asked to let the dragon continue.
Indeed it was as she nodded. “Yes, the Aegis of the Dragon King. Forged from the Platinum Flame of Bahamut.” She said, and with a wave of her forearm, she teleported an altar into the center of the room. The altar was beautiful, with gems adorning its solid platinum surface, with intricate designs covering every inch- but all of it paled in comparison to the platinum colored flame that floated above it, that seemed to mesmerize the room- even the chromatics present couldn’t help but show some deference to the flame.

“This is the Aegis. It is the one who chooses who serves, and who rules. It is the will of the Dragon King made manifest. It did not accept me, but I believe it will accept my line.” She said, looking at Seren who had stepped toward the flame, almost instinctively.

The comment made him snap up at her, eyes filled with questions. “You know of my lineage then? You know that… You know why I am referred to as a dragon by the Inevitables, know it all?” He asked his heart racing.
“I do, Seren.” She said, saying his name with tenderness and warmth. “You are descended from the Line of the Golden Queen, twice removed from her, as I am once removed from her. Seren. I am your mother.” She said, leaning down until she was nearly nose to nose with him, a sign of dragon closeness.

Seren… was speechless. It was… a shock, but somehow, it didn’t crush him. Had he been prepared for this? Or was it just that… It was in his nature?

“Seren. Do not worry with thoughts of your family- they are still that, they raised you, looked after you, cared for you. I was quite careful in my observations that you were well cared for, my son.” It took Seren a moment to realize that she was using telepathy to communicate with him. With their thoughts connected, he could feel and have her feel everything at such a complete method that… it gave him strength and will to understand the pain she had in what she had to do, and why she had to do it in a flash, the images of his own life as she observed her child from afar, from enduring a curse most horrible, to cheating the curse itself juts so he could exist. He knew what he had to do.

She moved her head back, the flame flickering brightly in front of him. Seren stepped towards it, every step making it glow brighter and brighter, and without fear he put his hand in the flame…
It was like he had touched heaven, and in that moment the fire raced across his body, searing a pattern into his scales painlessly, the platinum flame darting across his body until it was complete, until it met at a single point on his chest and glowed brightly.

The room was filled with a shocked silence before it was broken by Iothdrax.

“Io Bless Seren, Holy Dragon Prince.”