[Raise your head, Elijah.]
Instead of being alarmed, a soothing, comfortable warmth covered my body, shielding it from the cold of the night.
I looked up to see a large man, dressed in regal clothing with hair as vibrant as fire and eyes as deep as blood. Two, menacing red horns popped out of his forehead and went back around his head, as if creating a natural crown. He also had a great beard.
"...?"
Somehow, I knew who this man was...I had inkling at least.
I looked up at him, still crying and he took a seat beside me.
This man...No, this dragon was the Supreme of Fire, the King of the Fire dragons, Agri.
Who had descended onto Earth in order to comfort his successor.
"Agri...I..."
Elijah, still filled with tears, tried to explain himself but Agri stopped him.
[It's ok.]
He used the sleeve of his regal robe to clean Elijah's face, not minding the snot and tears that would dirty his supreme attire.
