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Backstories: Luminatio, part oneVoile paced about the egg chamber, his scales clacking against the polished titanium floor, waiting in anticipation for the moment of truth. He was guarded by the imperial Moon guards, Moon Butterfly dragons that were trained specially for his protection, they say that only fifty percent of the total number of trainees ever made it out of the trainings, alive, only a mere five percent succeed in getting the position of an imperial guard, which was considered a high honour, next to being a part of the royal linage. There was a good reason for that though, only two years ago, Voile's mate, Erinys, was assassinated by a traitorous Moon Butterfly dragon, which started the formation of an elite guard force. The reason being that Voile was the ruler of the Moon Butterfly dragons, and the overlord of the southern side of the moon, Erinys was his mate for over 250 years, and yet her life was taken so suddenly, by a traitor that has yet to be found. Before her death, Er
Chapter 10: Crimson Bloodshed, 95 days left"Miss, the succubi are getting restless, do you know the reason of such responses?"
"It's not much to figure, after all, it has been fifty years since I have had human blood."
"You mean, there are humans in the forest?"
"Of course, but they are not alone, three humans and two dragons, another dragon and human in the proximity."
"Do you recognise any of them?"
"No, only her."
Carmilia stood from her porch chair, and pointed one bony finger at the glowing blue star in the sky.
"She, the blue Morpho."
"Do you mean, the Moon butterfly?"
"Yes, she had come here to gather snow and pumpkins before, but she had to challenge me for the pumpkins."
"It appears that she had made it out alive after all."
"Not surprising, she should have died, but something told me to let her live."
"Yes, the ability to control fate."
Chapter 9: Blue Morpho. 95 days left"Jocat, I still do not think that this is such a practical idea, after all, this is succubi and liliths we are talking about here, not the odd skeleton or zombie, which will be much easier to dispatch."
"Come on Morpho, it will be fine, it's not like they are ender dragons or anything?"
"I still do not really approve of such a decision."
"You did say you know the crimson vampire personally, right?"
"That is true, but I do not want to be reduced to a hollow core either."
"You worry too much sometimes, you know that?"
"It seems so."
Rider and dragon were just above the bloodied alpine wood, their forms nothing more than a dot in the eyes of the local succubi and liliths, since Morpho has jet black scales, she is almost impossible to make out in the night time, especially moonless nights like this. Despite only meeting each other a few months ago, Morpho and Jocat share a rather special bond, one that can somehow allow the two to share abilities with each other, unusual in normal dragon h
Prologue: Questionable appearance" Hey Lumi! It seems like it's finally your turn!"
"My turn? For what? We do not seem to be playing a game, or queueing up for anything..."
" Have you really forgotten what day it is?"
" It is the day right after my 110 year birthday, other than that, I have not a clue on what you are talking about."
The half ghost phased through the floors to the machine wall, where Luminatio was curled up among the warm wiring, his lithe green body under the overheated insulated wires. He was still half asleep as Ming Li floated down, her eyes giving away the annoyance she masked behind a straight face, it was true that he had forgotten what was so special about this day, so listening to his ghostly mistress lecture him for it may serve as a good reminder.
" Do you remember that you are still a juvenile Moon Butterfly dragon?"
" Yes, I know that."
" Can you remember the process of becoming a mature dragon then?"
The sudden realisation hit him like a bullet, he had almost forgotten the most impor
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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