"P-power?" Ariana said weakly. The silver, makeshift dragon stared at Ariana, her figure reflecting in its garnet eyes, looked cold and lifeless. "What do you want?" It asked with its eerie overlapping voices. "T-t-the, the City, my Kingdom, it needs to be moved to a safe and prosperous location near the Animus Kingdom!" King Joey spoke up but he refused to turn his gaze away from Ariana's arm.
He struggled against the sand; he didn't know what to do or how to stop the dragon from draining Ariana's blood. "Desires.... Are dangerous. Ambition... is dangerous. This child… is not needed." The silver, makeshift dragon said darkly. "I," Ariana started but then went silent. The silver, makeshift dragon growled. "Silence! You will never be our master!" It said as it started to expand the sand that was lodged in her arm in an arch.
