Legends of Times Past Series: Ender, the Dragon – Teaser

Legends of Times Past Series: Ender, the Dragon – Teaser

"Good day, Lina," Oura says with a kind smile and I nearly stop to admire her. The golden elven woman is so beautiful and she's just what I imagine a not-evil Roxanne to be.

"Good day," I respond and turn to Osaria. The dark elven "milf," as Wolfy would say, sends me a small smile.

She's dangerous... I have to be careful with her, even if Wolfy wouldn't think it's cheating.

I send her a respectful nod and sit beside Oura. The fluffy and comfortable seat is just so much better than a horse. Even though Ciel makes sure I'm never in pain or too tired, I still prefer to properly sit at something and not mount it.

"So..." Oura starts with an excited smile and grabs my hand. "I know you love history, so I got a different book this time." With a *poof*, she produces on my lap a heavy leather-back book called: "Legends of Times Past Series: Ender, the Dragon."

"Ooh..." I feel a small door materializing inside my mind. A door to the past.

"It's a little dramatized, but the scholars say that this one is quite faithful to the historical records," Oura says.

Osaria leans closer so she can read the title and says, "Ah, that one. Can you narrate it for me? I'd like to hear this story."

"Sure," Oura says and nods repeatedly, even more excited.

I open the book with my free hand and both of her soft, delicate hands squeeze mine.

She's dangerous, too. I can't disappoint Ciel.

I try to ignore that I'm in a small room with two beautiful, older women who'd love to dote on me, but also have a rather elastic sexuality, and focus on the book.

It's time to cross the door that will take me into the past.

On the second day of the fourth month of the year 34,991, at the top of the Grey Roost, the wereowl God-Queen Mack'Hee conferred with her generals. Her sharp glare and bone structure gave her an air of strictness and regality. Her power as a multi-hundred level being only accentuated her features and made it impossible for the weak of heart to look at her. The gray locks of hair that covered her shoulders like a blanket made her look like a statue that glared down at lesser beings from atop her raised throne.

Grey Roost? Oh right, this is before the first Emperor changed their name to Hermit's Roost.

Only her own generals would survive her presence long enough to talk with her.

"Betoverd Bos has agreed to help. Their God-Rulers will support us in any effort against Ender," the first general said and stopped to read the rest of the document.

He was a mature wereowl man without a single gray hair or feather on his head, but the age of the higher society was always hard to define considering how their levels likely exceeded one hundred.

The general frowned as he read the document. Once done, he sighed and said with a strained tone, "But they will only offer a limited number of troops for combat. They believe that the average troops will be wasted in a confrontation with the dragon."

"And what troops have they offered?" The God-Queen asked. Her cold and imperious tone would make any lesser man be compelled to obey her, even if they didn't want to.

"Gnomic Wall-Masters, Pixie Mountain-Splitters, and Meteor Launchers."

"Impressive, but alas, limited," Mack'Hee said and gripped her forehead in disappointment.

The only sounds heard on the huge and austere Gray Hall was the ruffling of the delicate clothing the other generals were wearing as they nodded in solemn agreement.

This near-absolute silence made the sudden appearance of hurried footsteps very jarring. Someone had just entered through the emergency Eternal Portal.

The heavy doors to the Hall opened by themselves to let in a God's Voice for the Brumeux Clan. A werefox in shining gray armor enveloped in mist, making it difficult to discern any of his movement. The only truly visible part he had was his uncovered head showing his fox ears, perfect strands of orange hair and fur, and a handsome face marred by an expression of grief.

Oh, Alissa's ancestor. I have to show this book to her sometime.

A few of the generals grabbed their Heavenly Weapons and eyed the God's Voice warily as the armored man rushed towards the Triangular Table.

The young werefox God-King broke out of his inner reflections and raised from his throne. "Cousin!" He yelled in surprise.

The God's Voice dispelled the mist covering his body, revealing an eerily dull-looking metal armor. Then he fell on one knee and dropped his head. "My Divine! The Brumeux Forest is going to fall!" He announced as tears ran along his cheeks.

"What?!" the God-King shrieked.

"We found out that Ender had sneaked into the Haunted Caldera and used it to feed himself and his dragons. But then it was too late, his army is now so big that there's no hope for defense. Our God-Rulers ordered the evacuation of the forest while they hold back Ender himself."

Mack'Hee raised from her throne and immediately everyone, except for the God-King, held back a breath in awe of her presence. "Send all the troops that we can to aid in the evacuation. Contact Betoverd Bos and Sommerreich. Then summon the Celestial Owls and we'll personally help the Brumeux God-Rulers," She commanded and the generals obeyed. In the blink of an eye, they all disappeared.

"I am humbled by your Divine Mercy!" The God's Voice yelled, amid tears of grief and happiness.

"Think nothing of it. Now go, help your brethren," Mack'Hee said. Her voice quaked the God's Voice to his bones and fueled his inhumanoid speed as he immediately darted back towards the [Eternal Gate] whence he came.

Mack'Hee walked down the steps of her throne to the lower throne of her lover. She may had a lithe figure, but she never looked small, even while beside her tall and slender lover.

She hugged the young God-King and cupped his cheeks, then guided his head towards hers and sealed his lips with her own.

The thin clothes both of them wore made it quite easy for their body heat to transfer, and so they easily felt the rising heat coming from their groins. But there was no time for anything more than a kiss.

"We'll save them, my lovely Beau. We'll save them," Mack'Hee said in a soft voice that wormed its way into the God-King's heart.

His handsome and boyish face was wracked with grief. Even though Beau looked young, he certainly wasn't. He knew that Mack'Hee was trying to comfort him, and he knew that Brumeux wouldn't survive.

The Eternal Portal connecting Gray Roost to Brumeux was in a secure place underground, so it's no surprise that it was still in one piece. What is surprising, though, is that it was completely empty.

Beau stopped in place and the retinue of Celestial Owls deftly made their way around him, continuing on towards the stairs out of this grand underground hall.

Mack'Hee stopped beside her lover and squeezed his hand gently, giving him a jolt that awoke him from his stupor.

At that same moment, the curtains beside them fluttered and the God-Rulers of Betoverd Bos came out: Sputvick, the gnome God-King; and Yonda, the pixie God-Queen. Sputvick is a gnome oozing mana out of his many enchantments; he sported his infamous beard, so long that he constantly used [Warp Space] to make his meters-long beard occupy only a quarter of a meter square of space. Yonda is a rainbow-haired pixie that left sparkling trails of dust as her silver butterfly wings flapped through the air.

"Mack'Hee, Beau," the two God-Rulers paid their respects to their equals, which Mack'Hee and Beau returned. Then a crack was heard and the gnome teleported himself and his wife towards the surface.

"Let's go," Beau said, determined, and opened a Portal to his former home just as the Gnomic Wall-Masters started pouring out of the Eternal Portal.

The Heavenly Gray Armor of both God-Rulers turned red as it reflected the flames that surrounded them. If Beau hadn't know where they were, then they would've believed to have been transported to Hell as the all-consuming magical fire was the only thing they could see all around them.

The enchantments on their armor triggered immediately and created a bubble of cool air around them, while also extinguishing any flame trying to creep closer to unburnt matter. The lack of flames also revealed ashes that Mack'Hee identified as belonging to beams made from the Chape tree.

"ROOOOOOH!" They heard a wyvern's cry and lazily looked towards its source.

Mana left Beau's body and the wyvern then cried in pain for only a moment before dying as a blinding flash of lightning struck it. The lava on the wyvern's body cooled and its scales dulled, then cracked and shattered.

Beau and Mack'Hee wordlessly started floating in the air, surveying the sea of fire for any other feeble Volcanic Wyvern to kill.

A few more wyverns, blinded by blood-lust, attacked the pair of God-Rulers before dying in less than a second. The rest of the wyverns awakened from their lust and tried to flee, but that only made them easier targets for Beau to vent his anger.

Without a magical source for the fire, Mack'Hee snapper her fingers and all the flames converged into a small ball in front of her, then it was extinguished and the red light of the flames disappeared.

Brumeux's capital, Lieu'd Naissan, was burned down in its entirety to feed the Volcanic Wyverns. This sub-type of dragon will then be hunted down to near extinction for thousands of years.

I've never even heard of a Volcanic Wyvern before, so I think it's still hated by the werefoxes.

The duo of God-Rulers flew higher and higher until they managed to locate where the battle is taking place. Not a hard thing to do since a huge explosion caused a blinding flash of light come from the east, where the Western Edge of the Haunted Caldera is.

That's Rakontagne, and Haunted Caldera must be the Sea of Trees. I think the Sea of Trees is "only" a few thousand years old.

Both of the God-Rulers blasted through the air towards the source of the explosion while their hearts tightened in anxiety.

"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!" Ender shook the earth again with his voice, now fully enraged. He was still undoing his binds, but it was too slow to his linking. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" His voice gained a higher pitch as he finally felt what Ivo and Bennie were doing.

A huge black scale, bigger than three humanoids stacked on top of each other, was bent backward almost fully. The dark skin was rupturing and tearing, letting black essence ooze out of the wound.

The God-Rulers of Sommerreich finally reached Ender and prepared another pillar of ice and fire, but at this point, even the combined attack of all God-Rulers would do little to stop Ender's rampage.

Ender's incessant yelling suddenly stopped and every God-Ruler gasped. The scale finally broke free and flew upwards, flipping in the air like a ginormous coin.

Princep's hold over Ender waned, and The Nemesis suddenly disappeared, teleporting to an unknown land to recover. The mana storm cleared and reality returned to normal.

Mack'Hee flew upwards to catch the scale while Beau flew downwards, towards Ivo and Bennie.

Princep collapsed and his God-Queen teleported him away immediately. The rest of the God-Rulers waited patiently for the aftermath.

"IVO, BENNIE?!" Beau yelled, searching for them.

The white-haired God-King coughed and caught Beau's attention. The beautiful werefox was unrecognizable, he had lost his arms and legs, and his face was covered in Ender's black essence, eating away his skin.

Beau landed beside Ivo and caught his body, lifting him slightly from the ground. "Ivo? Where's Bennie?" Beau asked, knowing the answer.

"Now... she only... lives... within... you..." Ivo answered with a weak voice.

Beau's beautiful face distorted in grief as he wept for the death of his beloved sister.

Ivo stopped resisting and Ender's essence consumed the rest of his body in a few seconds, leaving nothing behind.

Mack'Hee silently landed beside Beau and consoled him.

All present God-Rulers felt a horrible chill run along their spines. Nothing in this realm could kill them, except for Ender... and The Nemesis had struck down two more of their kind. At this rate, civilization will be extinguished.

Their gazes then drifted from Beau towards the huge scale floating above them.

They all could see an enticing opportunity in front of them, but was it really worth the sacrifice of two God-Rulers?

"Wow... this is amazing," I say, lowly, and look at Oura. "Even more so because Ivo and Bennie are literally Alissa's ancestors!"

"Oh, really? I didn't know that," Oura says and her long ears wiggle in surprise.

"She's the daughter of the Chief and Chieftress of the Forest, and their family has been Chiefs for generations. It's very likely that she is a direct descendant."

"The position of Chief not hereditary, right?"

"Exactly, which is why it's impressive."

"Wow... and the blood of the God-Ruler might run in her veins."

"We always knew she was special," Osaria says and giggles softly while smiling. Her smile looks a little... off. And the way she looks at me make me a little concerned for my well-being.

"And to think that such a legendary being was fought by her ancestors makes things feel so... real..." I say and look at the book, a little embarrassed at my own naivete.

Osaria and Oura look at me warmly, then Oura says, "You're right. We think that these people are so distant from us, but they are not. They are real, they existed and we are their descendants."

Osaria chuckles once and says, "Well, I'm sure Rande has the blood of the High Royalty in him. Could even try to claim royalty status if they hadn't made things complicated with all that whole Heretic's Rest ordeal." She smiles bitterly.

"Wow... now you have a connection to something historical," I say and stare at Osaria in wonder.

She shrugs. "Not my blood, but I guess you could say that. Though I'm not very prideful of that 'connection.' The secession movement was a front for heresy and they were using the remnants of the royals for their goals."

Aoi suddenly perches on the window of the carriage and says, "Li, Wolfy wants to dismantle those, exploding arrows."

"Oh, right! We still have to understand how they work," I say, a little excitedly.

Ah, another weapon for us! The more our arsenal grows, the fewer people would dare cross with us!

I quickly end my fantasizing; storytime is nice, but work takes priority. I turn to Oura and say, "Sorry, Oura, I have to work."

"It's no problem," Oura says with a kind smile and pats my head, making my heart quicken and my face blush.

Noo~... why do they always pat my head?! They don't even know how it's my weak spot, they just all do it for some reason!

I nod and scurry out of the carriage with Aoi wrapped around my neck.

I can't let myself get swept by her touch, that would be betraying Ciel.

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