Having been raised to become the next Drakkon Emperor, had grown used to his mental fortitude growing strong over the years. So, to see that he actually had tears in his eyes, Arkien was slightly surprised. He took a small breath, calming his shaking hands, before plastering a large smile on his face.
"I am glad to see you here taking care of your younger sister." He smiled softly at Artin.
"Our parents are not around, so it is up to me to take care of my sister." He patted Christana's head softly, before looking up at Arkien. "Headmaster, what do we do?"
Arkien shook his head slightly. In all his years of being alive, he had never seen anything like what was happening to the two drakkons before. However, he was the head of the academy and was the oldest out of all of them, so the children were looking to him to make a decision. He smiled softly, trying to show that he had a little control over the situation.
