As Ramose trembled in suppressed agony, his red eyes remained unwaveringly fixed on the shrieking serpentine as his mind flashed back to the incident 18 years ago.
The incident that changed his destiny, and forever linked his mind and heart to the serpentine laying before him.
*
-18 Years Ago-
In a valley of flaming mountains, known as the Eternal Mountains, two serpentines, one green and the other red, slithered through the scorched ground, their faces flushed from exertion.
"Versailles, slow down! I need a breather!"
"Nakee, we can't slow down. We need to keep up at this speed for at least thirty more breaths. Only then can we be considered great talents and face the other beasts in the Battle of Wars without fear."
"Thirty more breaths!? I am already spent. How can I keep this up for thirty more breaths!?"
