Chapter 1:The End Of The Last Ancestor
At a speed not visible to the blind eye, something shot through the air space of the Pure Hand Kingdom. A demon tier at rank, cutting through the air was nothing, but with the restrictions put on his back by the hunters who seek to Slay the last living Ancestor beast, so in order to escape them, so in order to escape them, he took a humanoid form, and shot towards the ground.
The creature dusted his scaled Robert as he burst through the forest on his now human legs.
"Those bastards, the wrath of my brothers smite them where they fly, but who would ever think that I would survive the apocalypse, Lana didn't, all these years, my end may finally be near. Father, Mother, I am sorry to have disappointed you, but I'll be joining you soon." He spoke internally, he was the last hier of the dragon blood, having lived for over a billion years. His thoughts were cut shot as he felt ten powerful auras descend upon him, following these auras, Daneel the Dragon, felt something prick his back.
"Sorry mate, we mistook you for something else." Behind an evil, and sinister smile, one of the men in dark mecha suits spoke. He was the one who wielded the freshly used qi gun. After the fellow apologized, they all took off, not caring whether he survived or not. Why would they? They were mages and Fighters in the emperor rank, whilst they believed he was a mere mortal.
"So this is how a Malda Western Dragon dies." Daneel wore a wry smile as he activated his perception, then he spotted a town not to far away. He leaped forward with his remaining power, and landed in the middle of the town. He run to what he identified as a clinic. He would never be sure, he who had lived through 10 eras, had little interactions with the humanoid races, and even if he did, his knowledge was outdated.
( A/N: I noticed an error in past scripts, a dragon born from the unity of a phoenix, and eastern tribe dragon, forms a west Dragon. I did this based on the mathematical concept -×-=+ , however in this sense +×+=-.
Daneel is special, so unlike other westerns he isn't malevolent. He is benevolent. )
Daneel knocks on the door with all his strength, and waits patiently for a response. Since he had used all his strength, a lot of the building caved in.
"Please I need help!" After his call for help, and the sound of the building caving in alerted nurses. Two nurses, and a doctor quickly rushed out. The doctor looked Daneel up with a calm look, and spoke "10 silver ans since your injury is very severe."
One of the nurses, one that had a protruding belly whispered something into the ear of the doctor "~But, sir that~ is not what~ we charge~ even in extreme cases~" The voice was barely audible, but Daneel was able to hear it .
"Look at him... Sir this is a take it or leave it." The doctor boldly looked into the dragon's eyes without flinching. Rage could be noticed building up in this dragon's eyes.
"I don't have even have a bronze ans on me." Daneel finally gave in.
"You rich men think we the commoners are stupid. I say again, take it or leave it." The doctor continued to look straight into the depths of the eyes of a dragon that contained boundless knowledge, and experiences.
"Doctor Golgar, I will pay for his expenses, just deduct it from my salary." Nurse pregnant couldn't bear it anymore, and decided to help this helpless dragon.
"You sure about this, Maria?" Golgar was surprised about Nurse pregnant's proposal . After a firm nodd from Maria, Golgar pulled Daneel into the clinic.
"You still have bills to pay." Golgar made sure to whisper into Daneel's ear.
The next two hours were hectic, an operation had been done on Daneel, but after the poison fought back, it was deemed a failed case.
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'll be frank, you'll die in some minutes."
"Do you have any last wishes?"