Ladyeternalteacher

There is an infinite possibility as well as a world for each of them.
Imagine a world full of dragons, elves, and other fantastic characters...
Of course a world more advanced than ours or then medieval is other of these.
But a danger the threats. Not the primordial chaos because it is part of these worlds but the condensation of all thoughts, actions, and consequences generated by a single species: the MAN, will take the most unpleasant form possible from an individual to the great powers and influencing fate. Unfortunately only one can hope to defeat him, the dragon king, the personification of a god, but nothing is as simple as it seems.

Chaos and Dragons

Silban had dreaded this moment since his first day of life. He knew that all the first princes of Ryutai followed this horrible destiny, but he had already attained the magical and physical power of an adjutant, having partially fulfilled the conditions. So why did the Flame of Kings have to appear? He had not asked for it; he still wanted to enjoy his quiet, studious, luxurious, and lazy life. After all, he had decided to laze around for at least five years before doing anything significant. His dream of laziness lasted only one year to the day.

Silban sighed after looking at the multicolored flame surrounding a crown and an amber eye on his thin neck. He put on a scarf to go out, thus avoiding rushing his trip and his ban on staying at the palace.

His friend Palére watched him come out and approached him.

"You are going out, my Prince? It's rare. Usually, you meditate and only go out the last two days of the week."

"Palére, cease your insinuations and let me out. I have grocery shopping to do."

"Of course, my friend, but let me accompany you," he said with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Stop this polite speech immediately, you know very well that it infuriates me to the utmost."

Palére was relieved because the prince's expression betrayed that he had seen his destiny. He stifled a laugh. Silban's life of luxury did not last. Besides, he had predicted it, but this mule-headed prince had not listened at all.

A fury turned on the poor red-haired attendant who narrowly avoided a spell of paralysis. The young prince began to rant.

"If you really want to accompany me, stop sneering, Palére nyu TAL."

Palére was silent and followed him in silence.

The castle guards greeted them respectfully.

A lady dragon bearing an adjutant mark (a purple flame serving as a sheath for a rainbow-colored sword) rushed towards the duo like a cannonball. Palére looked at her with a sad expression. She approached the prince without an ounce of respect. Why should she respect this good-for-nothing who found nothing better to do than laze all day? Silban raised an eyebrow and addressed her.

"Rine, your thoughts are hurtful and not very friendly, although they are not far from the truth. Decidedly, between Palére and his sarcasm, and you with your disdain, you make a heaven-matched pair."

He smiled at this remark, keeping secret his ability to guess the future apart from his own. Rine glared back at him. She despised Palére, who looked after the prince without having an adjutant mark. Silban laughed inwardly; he would never get tired of his female attendant's lack of insight on this subject. However, as time was running out, he would give her a clue as he needed them as dragons, not adults.

He addressed the young dragon with blue hair and purple eyes.

"Tell me, do you think I would have asked to have him take care of me for no particular reason? Should I remind you that a one-year-old dragon has the wisdom equivalent of twenty years? So my choices were thoughtful. Do you know why you can stay at the palace despite your mark?"

Silban Chapter 1: The End of a Life of Laziness and Lust (part1)