'What is death? Are you dumb Lily? It's when life is no more, everyone dies, it's a natural thing. Yes it is natural, so it should be okay for people to die. Not really, I don't want to die. Lily calm yourself, people take other people's lives all the time. That's not good though is it? It is a good thing, he wanted to kill Allen. You need Allen. Do I need Allen? He is the first person you're really helping directly. Do I really need to help him? What's done is done, you already committed. What about my kingdom. What is going to happen to the kingdom now that Harry Truman is dead? Does that matter? Yes! I'm Lily the Princess and the Protector. I need to protect my kingdom, but Allen would be able to protect me during hunts if I freed him. He might like me because of it. I don't want to go back to being a Princess. Calm yourself Lily. Calm yourself.'
Lily paced herself around Harry's dying body. She fiddled with her fingers as her breathing picked up a pace. "Calm yourself," she told herself as she squatted and put her hands together. She inhaled, then exhaled before falling to the ground. She sat a few feet away from Harry's body and tried her best to look away from it. Yet like light to a black hole, her gaze couldn't escape from the body's grasp on her. Her stomach chewed her up from the inside as she confined into herself.
"Lily, what have you done," Irene said as she continued to watch her with trembling hands. She turned her attention over to Lea who had her jaw to the branch of the tree they sat on. "What is going on Lea?"
"D-d"
"D?"
Lea dropped her hands, she slouched forward as a single streak of sweat fell down the side of her face. "Can we call reinforcements?"
"Lea, why?"
"There's a dragon on the roof!"
Irene jumped to her feet shaking the branch slightly. "Contact the coven and Wick."
Lea struggled to stand up on the branch, she wobbled trying to regain her balance. She couldn't stop shaking as she stuttered, "You shouldn't go down there."
Irene walked up to Lea, each step weighed the branch down. She firmly held her by the shoulders, "Listen Lea, trust in the coven; trust in me. I won't die as long as you just call back up."
"B-but"
"Get your shit together! No witch is supposed to be afraid of a dragon."
Irene took her hands off of Lea. She stared at her with her misty purple eyes. She watched her calm herself down and reach into her plated skirt pocket for a small notebook. As Lea's hands glowed, Irene took out her own notebook and teleported.
At 7 in the morning, on July 13th 924 years after the first successful hunt of a dragon. The last dragon landed atop the Truman Manor. It was a large winged beast, its wings as black as the night sky. Its body larger than the huge manor it sunk its claws into. It crawled around the manor like an insect, all four of its limbs crashed into the burning manor. Its tail whipped around in the air, as its head made its way toward the window Allen crashed through. Once it made it to the window, it's yellow snake like eyes stared down at Allen.
Allen was still sitting down against the bookshelf, resting, with Sylver on top of him. Sylver get off Allen and ran away to get underneath his father's bed. Allen slowly got up as Sylver ran, "I thought you couldn't move Ally." Allen had a grand smile that spanned across his face. Like a child he giggled as blood dripped out of his nose and onto the wooden floorboards. They creaked as Allen's bare feet slammed onto them. He stopped a few feet away from the window. He let out a cackle before letting out a full harrowing laugh. "Are you the last dragon," Allen yelled out, "Do you even speak my language." The red scales of the dragon reminded Allen of his failure.
His knees were weak, almost giving way as he lifted his arms. His arms were heavy, but he stretched them outward as though he was awaiting a hug. "Speak to me," he said as his eyes became that of a snake and tinted red.
The dragon crashed its head through the wall. It exhaled out of its nose, the force behind it produced a wind that pushed Allen's hair back. A teapot like whistle, coming out of the dragon's nose, pierced through Allen's and Sylver's ears. Sylver covered his ears as Allen embraced it.
The last dragon flashed it's fangs, then extended its head to sniff Allen. It retracted hastily in disgust. "You aren't the dragonborn. Who are you," its loud high pitched voice reached Lily. She raised her head and looked at the beast. Her eyes grew large to take in the sheer size of the beast.
"Allen," she got up as quick as possible while tripping on herself, she began running towards the manor. However Irene appeared before her, stopping Lily in her tracks. "Irene," she looked back at Harry's dead body, then looked at Irene and the dragon behind her. "I-"
"It's okay Lily. I want you to listen to me. Right now a man by the name of Wick and possibly a woman by the name of Lea will come by. Do not trust these two. Do not tell them what really happened. Do you understand? I want you to lie to the coven, tell them that the dragon or Allen killed him. With his wounds it will be extremely believable. Other than that, listen to whatever they have to say. I'm going to take his body away, just stay where you are."
Irene's gaze left an imprint on Lily, freezing her in place as Irene rushed toward Harry's body. She crouched next to it before disappearing again. Lily stood there as she watched the dragon flap its wings fast enough to begin flying. It swung its body over, landing on the side of the manor and sinking its claws deep into the walls. The manor leaned toward the dragon as its head retracted.
"I am Allen Z. Truman. I plan on hunting you."
'Then die,' the last dragon thought. It flapped its wings, repositioned itself then retracted its head out of the manor and opened its mouth. A small ball of fire appeared in its mouth before condensing into an arrow pointing toward Allen. Allen stepped forward igniting his arms before it quickly extinguished. His eyes returned to normal and he began falling to the ground. His conciousness began fading away as he heard an unfamilar male voice.
"There's no such thing as a coincidence."
Following the voice was a high pitched whistle coming from the dragon's mouth. At 7:02 in the morning, the third explosion occured at the Truman Farm.