Ankita_Pal_7627

"Rebellion and Unification are the two opposite sides of the same coin-fear and confusion. "
  
  It was the darkest day in Dragonix's history; the self-sacrifice of the Emperor to stop the rebellion. Amidst the turbulent peace, came the selection of the next Emperor. Nine warriors from nine clans faced eachother in a competition. And for the first time joined a new face, nicknamed the Great Aide's Ace.
  
  Dragonix faced the risk of yet another rising rebellion. Behind the pretence of peace, the two Frontiers pitted their claws on one another. But amongst the chaos, a third party rose. 
  
  Dragneel Bloom, a wandering warrior with unknown origins, was summoned by the Great Aide to adhere to the origins of the third party and begin a universal agitation.
  Iian, a young but accomplished lady, who only intended to save her friend, ended up tagging along to unite the universe again.
  
  Blade and pen blended against a formidable evil. But before that, would Bloom be able to reach the Great Aide safely?
  
  Special thanks to @UenoyamaRitsuka for the cover!

Throne Of Dragonix-I

"Any idea about Monarch Dragonix?" It uttered the words like a whisper.


"No," she replied. Her blue irises shimmered through her scarlet bangs. "Does that string to me standing in front of you?"


It smiled, content with her curiosity. Slowly, it sat up and the body made of thousands of ball-like halos flickered. The spirit floated in the air and landed on its feet in front of the scarlet-headed woman.


Her midnight blue eyes roamed around, absorbing intricate details. The dazzling courtroom didn't faze her, nor did the majestic engravings on the walls and the ceiling. She had only one goal—to get her answers.


"Throne," she addressed it, "Why are you so fixated on my arrival? Why am I a candidate?"


The spirit's bright red hair defied gravity as it faced the ceiling, dancing in the air of the closed room. Its projected skin was tan and the eyes golden. In actuality, it had no appearance. What it presented itself was in the humanoid form of the Emperor it had killed years ago.


It was the spirit of the throne—symbol of unity of the universe. It was called Throne.


Throne ran its mouth blatantly. "If you want to blame someone for my fixation, then blame yourself. Dragneel, it's your fault that you showed me the ray of hope fifty-four thousand years ago."


"O" an exclamation rode her eyebrow. "So it's my fault for trying to open those blind dumbasses' eyes! The era of good deeds—gone!"


"You're not a noble person, Dragneel. Don't exaggerate," Throne pouted, with its eyes closed.


Dragneel huffed lightly. "Anyway, what's a Monarch Dragonix. What's my connection with them?"


Throne raised its arm and snapped its fingers. It then tapped the floor. As the foot touched the ground, the tiles underneath their feet detached themselves from the ground and flew up into the air. The bricks and slabs dissociated from the walls and joined the tiles in a slow dance. They circled the duo and arranged themselves in chronological order. "This is the first Monarch Dragonix. Guess what makes him different from the Emperors?"


An open crown, tips flaring up like fire, two eagle-like eyes with an intimidating aura. The other portraits followed behind. It was easy for someone like her to figure out what set them apart from the normal Emperors.


She was sure after the observation. "They're special."


Throne nodded in agreement. "I rule over the Emperor and set the bar of work. Whereas, a Monarch Dragonix is a person who over-qualifies the bar set for an Emperor. He rules over me."


"So, there's someone capable of ruling over you!" A mocking smile appeared on Dragneel's face. "And it's the highest rank ever?"


Expression froze on her face. "So, where am I in this?"


It laughed. "You're one of those, Dragneel. Not a candidate for the Emperor's position, you're the candidate for the Monarch Dragonix."


"How do you measure the potential of a person? And eligibility for Monarch Dragonix?" asked the woman as she folded her arms.


"Good question," it said and presented another slide. "They're accompanied by some special happenings."


"Yes, the first Monarch Dragonix laid the vision to unite Dragonix. The second one brought the spurt into Magic Arts. The third, your acquaintance, Elena Dragneel's birth, marked the beginning of the golden generation."


Dragneel gave a sarcastic smile and asked, "So, what set sail that I'm being picked up to become the Monarch Dragonix?"


Throne set out a crafty smile and said, "War."


Finding the real culprit is worth the stress.


Can you find the perpetrator with a single caress?


Even before The Legend Unrecorded's story.


Prologue