THE BATTLE PLAN

A month had passed since the fateful day when Lucian's world was turned upside down. The warm summer sun had faded into the crisp autumn air, and the leaves had begun to change from green to shades of red, yellow, and orange. The once-lush grass was now tinged with brown, and the air was filled with the earthy scent of falling leaves.

The king had been trying to decide on the best course of action to take against the dragon, Arokah the Great, for many days. The situation had been getting dire, and the council of elders had been called to discuss the situation and offer advice. 

In the palace, the king and queen sat at the head of a long, polished table, listening as the elders debated the best way to attack the fearsome dragon, Arokah the Great. The queen's dress was of a rich blue velvet, trimmed with gold thread, while the king wore a red tunic and brown leather boots. They both had an air of authority and regality, but their faces were grave and lined with worry.

As for the princesses, the eldest was dressed in a flowing gown of cream-colored silk, her hair adorned with delicate golden pins. Her face was calm, but her eyes betrayed a deep sense of concern. The youngest princess, meanwhile, was dressed in a simple green dress, her hair tied back with a simple ribbon. She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes wide with fear.

Lucian's father, known as the Sage, was dressed in a robe of midnight blue, trimmed with silver. He sat at the king's side, his eyes closed in deep thought. As the Sage, he was known for his wisdom and insight, and his advice was highly valued by the king and the council. His face was calm and serene, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, as if he knew something the others did not.

As the elders continued murmuring on the reason for the meeting, the king broke in interruption.

"My fellow councilors," the king began, his voice resounding through the chamber, "we are gathered here today to discuss a matter of the utmost importance. Our realm has been threatened by the fearsome dragon, Arokah the Great. This dragon has been terrorizing our lands, destroying villages and towns, and even taking lives. We must find a way to stop this beast, and I have called you here to seek your counsel."

"We must first consider what we know of the dragon's abilities," the king continued. "We know that it is a powerful beast, able to breathe fire and fly through the air. We know that it is not easily defeated, and that many who have faced it have perished in the attempt. But we must not despair. We must use our knowledge to our advantage, and find a way to defeat this beast once and for all."

"My friends," the king said, turning to the elders. 

"What counsel do you have to offer? What strategies can we employ to defeat this fearsome foe?"

The elders exchanged glances, and then one by one began to speak.

"Your majesty," said the first elder, "I believe we should seek the help of a great wizard. Only a wizard of great power can hope to defeat a dragon of such strength."

"Absolutely not!" the king exclaimed, his voice rising in anger. "I will not have a sorcerer in my court, nor will I seek their aid. They are nothing but tricksters and charlatans, and I will not have them involved in this matter. We must find another way."

The elder who had spoken shrank back, his face turning pale. The rest of the council looked uneasy, unsure of what to say next.

"Your majesty," said another elder, his voice calm and measured. 

"I believe there is another way. Perhaps we do not need to fight the dragon at all. Perhaps we can use the Barabel Ort."

The king's brow furrowed, and he turned to the elder, his expression questioning.

"The Barabel Ort?" the king asked.

"The Barabel Ort," the elder explained. "It is a green flame that cannot be extinguished. We'll have heard that the dragon fears this flame, and will avoid it at all costs."

The king nodded, his expression thoughtful.

"Yes, I am familiar with the Barabel Ort," he said, his tone contemplative. " I think we could make use of it." 

The king was about to give the order to bring in the Barabel Ort, but just then, Lucian's father spoke up.

"Your majesty, I must beg your pardon," he said, his voice solemn. "But I do not think it would be wise to seek out the Barabel Ort. We'll know that your  grandfather once sought to use it against the dragon, but the dragon was not defeated. In fact, the green flame did more harm than good, causing great destruction and loss of life."

"I believe," Lucian's father continued, "that we would be better served by trying to understand the dragon's motives, rather than simply seeking to destroy it. Perhaps there is a way to negotiate with the dragon, to come to an agreement that benefits both the kingdom and the dragon. After all, we do not know why the dragon has taken to attacking our villages and towns."

"There may be a reason, something we do not yet understand. If we can find that reason, perhaps we can come to a solution that does not involve bloodshed."

The king listened to these words, his face thoughtful.

"I appreciate your reasoning, my friend," the king replied, "but I'm not my grandfather and am not so sure that I agree with your suggestions." 

"The dragon has already shown itself to be a great threat. What if we try to negotiate, and the dragon simply attacks anyway? What if we let it go unchecked, and it grows bolder and bolder, until it poses a greater threat than it does now?"

"I must consider the safety of my kingdom and my people, above all else. And I believe that the best way to ensure that safety is to defeat the dragon."

"Very well," the king said, his tone resolute.

 "It is decided, then. We will find a way to defeat the dragon. Sir Joon, I will need you by my side in this endeavor. Your wisdom and knowledge will be invaluable in the coming days."

Lucian's father nodded, his expression solemn.

"I will not fail you, your majesty," he said. "We will prevail, whatever the cost."

And so the matter was settled. The king and his court would seek to defeat the dragon, and Lucian's father would be at the forefront of the effort.

The sun was setting in the sky, casting long shadows across the land. The king and his court had come to a decision, and Lucian's father had vowed to help in the coming battle.

But in the back of everyone's mind was the knowledge that this would be a dangerous and difficult task. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, they all knew that the road ahead would be a difficult one.

The scene faded, leaving the audience with a sense of anticipation and uncertainty. What would the future hold for the kingdom, and for Lucian's father?