His vision immediately became blurry and he fell to the ground.
When Malcon opened his eyes, he saw himself back at diagon. Dead bodies were littered on the ground, smoke from the burning houses clouded the sky, and Jame's head lay there in front of him, his eyes wide open still staring blankly at Malcon. "you left us all to die, didn't you?" James asked, with his eyes still wide open.
He awoke abruptly, drenched in sweat, from the haunting dream, gasping for air.
Getting a hold of himself, he looked around the room. He saw himself lying down on a hospital bed, but he wasn't the only one there. Though one common thing among them was that they appeared worn out and unkempt.
The door to the hospital slowly opened and four men walked in,
The first man to walk in was tall, dark, and muscular, with a smooth, bald head that added to his intense presence. His dark skin accentuated his well-defined muscles, giving him an imposing look. His stance was confident, and every movement conveyed strength and purpose.
The second man to walk in sent shiver down malcon's body, he was tall though not as tall as the dark man, He had long white hair that cascaded past his shoulders, and his striking blue eyes were utterly mesmerizing. His oval-shaped face added to his intense, captivating presence.
The third man to enter wore a black suit, his expression was void of any feeling, like a mask. He had white messy hair and a bold scar ran across his left golden eyes. On entering the room he casted his cold gaze on Malcon who was pretending to sleep, then he looked around the hospital.
The fourth man to enter, was the only normal man out of all of them that had entered the room.
He was an incredibly handsome man, his sharp jawline adding a strong, chiseled quality to his features. His dark blue hair was tousled in a messy yet effortlessly stylish way, and his glowing blue eyes seemed to shine with an otherworldly intensity, drawing anyone who looked into them, like a blackhole.
"How many survivors do we have, commander?" the man with a scar asked the dark man.
"Twenty five, my lord," the dark man answered.
The way they were adding their titles after talking, made it obvious they weren't on good terms.
"Clinton" the man with the scar called out after a long silence.
"Yes," answered the handsome young man with blue hair.
"Please, prepare a portal to take this survivors to Eleanor, while I send some healers from the capital to attained to them, and as well arrange a meeting with them and his grace" he ordered, even though Malcon was sure he added please at the beginning, it still sounded like an order.
"That will be it, for the meantime," he added and they all left the hospital.
Few minutes later, some healers dressed in green stormed the hospital. They stood beside each of the survivors and stretched their hands towards their chest.
"what are you doing?" Malcon asked the lady in front of him, but she totally ignored him and started chanting a spell. A small but bright green light slowly appeared on her palms, on seeing this Malcon quickly got alerted.
"shadow craft" Malcon said under his breath, a black dagger slowly started to from on malcon's hand, and he planed to cut of her hands with it, but he was stopped by an overwhelming feeling rising up in him. The feeling was warm and peaceful, he didn't even realise when the dagger he conjured vanished and his muscles relaxed.
Malcon slowly opened his eye, the last thing he remembered was the healer lady and the warm feeling. Looking around the hospital he saw that everybody was awake, they all looked confused and somewhat broken. The door to the hospital slowly opened,and everybody raised thire face to see who had walked in. On looking up Malcon saw the tall dark skinned commander he saw earlier.
"Follow me," his voice echoed with authority.
He led them out of the hospital to an open field, the sky was blue yet cloudless, the sun was bright and the grass gleamed with lush green while the trees danced as the breeze went by. There was a small podium at the end of the field where ecard stood, waiting patiently for them.
"I'll be teleporting you all to Eleanor" he instructed as they assembled in front of him.
"His grace has requested to have an audience with you all," he said, stretching his hand towards them.
A blue magic circle slowly appeared above them.
"brace yourself for impact" he said as he brought his hands down, and with great speed the magic circle came down on them.
And as the magic circle came down on them, they found themselves in a large room, the room was particularly empty except for the chandelier that lightened up the room. The door in front of them opened and a man of a dwarf walked in. He had Gray hair and an aristotic face of an archbishop, wrinkles were all over his face, and he let his deep sea blue eye interrogate them.
"Follow me," he said after a long stare.
He led them out of the room, and they Walked up a stairs that seemed to be an endless climb, finally they stopped in front of a very tall oak door. Malcon couldn't help but imagine the dwarf trying to push the door open. But as they neared the door it slowly opened by itself, as it was operated with magic, and as they Walked in the door slowly closed by itself.
Malcon's mouth dropped open as he walked into the throne room, he had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. The hall was raised by pillars at both sides, pillars that had a painting of a gold dragon round them. The wall emitted a Smooth, lustrous finish, its surface smooth and glistening, reflecting light with a warm captivating glow. At the wall were pinned various battle swords and axes, pictures of well fed handsome kings. The room glowed with the warm, radiant light of various chandeliers, each casting intricate patterns across the walls and ceiling. Malcon was ultrally bewildered as he scanned the throne room, but his eyes widened in astonishment as he saw the throne raised on a platform.
Malcon sat down beside a boy with sky blue hair, his facial features were hidden under the dirt that covered his face.
"Hey, am bane ashworth" he said, looking up at Malcon with his watery sea blue eyes,
"Eden Malcon" Malcon said sitting down.
"His grace, king Aldric of house valemir, sovereign of Eleanor, high protector and keeper of the four crown, warden of the veil, and shield of the eternal oath" the dwarf's voice echoed.
The door to the throne room slowly opened, the resounding footsteps of the king echoed in the hall as he walked in. Without even being told to stand, they all stood up on seeing the king
The king entered the throne room, he was tall and well framed, commanding attention as his footsteps echoed through the space, gentle, yet powerful, each step in sync with Malcon's racing heartbeat.
He appeared to be in his late thirties, his face almost untouched by time, with a chiseled jawline and minimal wrinkles. His white hair, though slightly tousled, seemed perfectly in place, as if each strand had been carefully arranged. Resting atop his white hair was a golden crown, adorned with an array of precious stones that glimmered as they caught the light.
Draped around him was a rich, crimson cloak, its fabric flowing gracefully behind him as he walked on the red carpet. He walked to the throne gently, each step a display of poise and nobility. As stepped onto the platform where the throne stood, he turned and looked at them all, then he smiled. Watching him smile, Malcon felt like he was under the spell of another healer, a far stronger healer. Something about his smile sent a warmth feeling throughout malcon's body.
"Come on now, I don't remember telling you to stand—did I?" the king asked, still smiling.
"Have your seat boys" he said, sitting down and they all followed suit.
The hall was literally a grave yard with only the flickering of candles breaking the eerie silence. The king sat on his throne,and his gaze swept the throne room.
"The grim reality that has befallen diagon was indeed an unforeseen circumstance" the king said, breaking the silence, but this time he wasn't smiling.
"I myself was taken aback, on hearing what was left of diagon. I know you'll all be wondering why this had to happen to you" they was a long pause before he started again.
"Diagon has always been a small harmless clan that has lived in peace since time. They were blessed by Odin with a very rare gift, the ability to talk to dragons and their skin acting as an armor against flame. This gift of yours rendered every fire mage across the globe useless. Eventually men got greedy and the three world powers came together for the downfall of diagon. According to my scout, they found a way to steal the dragon your people awakened.
"He stopped and took a deep breath.
"As time went by, so did the age of the dragon, till they were no more. Having a dragon on your side during the time of war can be a useful asset" for a while he paused and smiled again.
"Am sure the world power scout will find out sooner or later that I saved some diagon, and it may result in war. You may be wondering why I saved you in the first place" he paused. "my wife, she was from diagon. Though she is no more, I am sure she'll be happy with my decision" the king said smiling.
"For approximately seven to ten years they would have some control over the dragon, by that time I would like you all to get strong, to avenge your brothers and sisters and honor the dead.