Narrator:
"Back then, Sir Edward brought the mysterious stranger to the infirmary."
King's personal Knight:
"What a peculiar fellow. Is he truly of this world?" mused the king's guardian knight, a concerned frown etching his features. He turned to the king, his tone both reverent and urgent. "How can a mere human wield such dark energy, Your Majesty? Do you feel its presence as well?"
King Henry:
The king regarded the knight thoughtfully before replying, "We shall discover the truth when he awakens."
Later that night:-
Narrator:
As Sai drifted deeper into unconsciousness, the cold water receded, and darkness consumed him. Yet, in that void, something strange happened—a warmth enveloped him. It felt foreign, comforting yet deeply unsettling, as though it didn't belong in the void.
Then, the darkness cracked.
Suddenly, Sai found himself standing in a vast, ancient forest, trees so tall they seemed to pierce the heavens. The air was thick with an ancient energy that hummed around him. He turned slowly, unsure of where he was, when a thunderous voice reverberated through the forest, shaking him to his core.
Zaroth:
"WELCOME, HUMAN."
Narrator:
Sai's heart raced. He spun around, freezing in terror as his eyes locked onto a massive, obsidian-scaled dragon towering above him, its eyes glowing like molten lava. The beast's presence was suffocating, and Sai's mind screamed at him to run, but his legs betrayed him..
Sai:
"What the... Haaaah... What are you?!"
Narrator:
The dragon tilted its colossal head, its glowing eyes narrowing slightly, a smirk appearing in its booming voice.
Zaroth:
"Calm down, human. I am Zaroth, the Black Dragon. You're the one who holds my power."
Sai:
"Wait, wait... So you're the one who brought me here?! You teleported me to this... this place?"
Narrator:
Zaroth's chest swelled with pride, his voice dripping with arrogance.
Zaroth:
"Yes, indeed. You are here because I summoned you from your world to this one."
Narrator:
Sai's fists clenched, his breathing erratic. Rage and disbelief flooded his mind as he shouted at the
dragon.
Sai:
"What the hell is wrong with you?! Do you even have any idea how I feel? How my parents are feeling
right now?! I didn't ask for any of this! I don't care about your power or your stupid war! Just send me
back!"
Narrator:
He paused, his voice cracking as the weight of everything started to crush him.
Zaroth: It's impossible to send you back, human. Besides... everyone in your world has already forgotten you."
Narrator: The words hit Sai like a dagger to the chest. His vision blurred as tears welled up, and he collapsed to his knees, his shoulders shaking with sobs.
Sai (muttering): "What did you just say...?"
Sai: "My family... my friends... They must be losing their minds right now! How could you just rip me away from them?! This whole situation is insane! It's making me... I don't know... it's making me so damn uncomfortable, like I don't even belong here!"
Narrator: Sai's knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground, his body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. The weight of his grief and isolation pressed down on him, suffocating and relentless. He cried, not like a warrior but like a lost child, clinging to the last remnants of the life he'd been ripped from. Time blurred as the storm of emotions tore through him, until finally, his sobs quieted, leaving him drained. With trembling hands, he wiped his tear-streaked face, his heart still heavy with despair.
Zaroth: "Are you done, human?"
Narrator: Sai's eyes narrowed, his voice cold and hollow. "I'm done crying. But don't think for a second that I've forgiven you." He held Zaroth's gaze, every word edged with icy contempt.
Zaroth (his voice grave): "Enough. Listen carefully, human. You weren't brought here by chance. You were chosen—for one purpose: to kill him."
Sai (stern, controlled): "Who am I supposed to kill?"
Zaroth (with weight): "The Dragon King."
Sai (deadly serious, steady): "You expect me to defeat the Dragon King? The strongest of your kind?" He paused, his expression hardening. "I don't have that kind of strength, and you know it."
Narrator: He gestured to his body, the reality of his powerlessness sinking in.
Sai (voice steady, but edged with desperation): "And why can't you do it yourself? Can't you transform into a human, like in the stories?"
Narrator: With a low growl, Zaroth's body shimmered, and before Sai's astonished eyes, the dragon shrank into a tall, imposing man. His eyes burned with a fierce intensity, and black scales lined his arms and neck, a stark reminder of his heritage.
Zaroth (with gravity): "That's why I've been urging you to listen. You must consume the power we've left behind. Use the artifacts. You must become strong enough to defeat the Dragon King."
Sai (slowly processing): "Wait... 'we'? So, there are more like you?"
Narrator: Zaroth's expression darkened, the weight of his past evident in his eyes as he turned away momentarily.
Zaroth (his voice heavy with urgency): "There were. All have fallen. You are our last hope, human."
Narrator: Sai stood in stunned silence. Everything he thought he understood was crumbling around him—his world, his identity, and the very foundation of his existence.
Zaroth (his voice low and ominous): "Accept your power, or it will consume you whole."
Narrator: The weight of Zaroth's warning hung heavy in the air, a chilling promise of the chaos that awaited him.
Sai (anxiously): "Wait—what do you mean by that?"
Narrator: . Before he could grasp the full meaning of Zaroth's words, the dragon turned away, his form beginning to shimmer as he prepared to vanish into the shadows.
Zaroth (his voice fading): "The choice is yours, Sai. Choose wisely."
Narrator: . Meanwhile, in the real world, a group of knights and the king himself stood around Sai's unconscious body, tension thick in the air. They had been waiting for hours, their patience thinning.
Suddenly, a powerful aura surged from Sai's body, so overwhelming it caused the knights to stagger back, gripping their weapons tightly. The energy radiating from him was unlike anything they had felt before—wild, untamed, and ancient.
As Sai stirred, his eyes snapped open, glowing with an otherworldly light. His muscles tensed, and before he could make sense of his surroundings, he saw dozens of swords pointed directly at him.
Knights surrounded him, their faces filled with caution, and the king watched silently from the back.
Sai (coldly): "Who the hell are you?"
Narrator: ` The knights exchanged nervous glances, gripping their weapons tighter as they felt the weight of his aura bearing down on them. One knight, braver than the rest, stepped forward.
Knight: "We should be asking you that. Who are you... and why is your power so dangerous?"
Narrator: Sai sneered, slowly rising to his feet, his body trembling from the raw energy coursing through him.
Sai: "I'm the last person you should be threatening. Move those weapons... or you'll regret it."
Narrator: The tension in the air thickened, and even the king narrowed his eyes, trying to assess whether Sai was a friend... or a foe.