SAMSON

“Isn’t that the ragged armor Draconian from days ago that we saw?” murmured the crowd loudly, that is obvious that they are doing it on purpose to shame me.

“Lishen! This Samson, be Lowd Commandah! Preeminent chose him. Lishen to him! Even I am under hesh command,” General roared with his sluggish monstrous words to the crowd of Draconian soldiers. Some of them have confused glare. Some just want to follow the General, but not me. I see I see, it’s not easy to grasp my pride soaring above these fellow Draconian.

“Why is he wearing white armor? We’ve never seen that before?” Some soldiers disputed and complained. I sighed at how pathetic Draconians have become nowadays. Back in decades ago, they were filled with pride and rank has nothing to do with power. But now even though the Preeminent chose me, these fools are a pain.