I shall be your weapon until my last breath!

After what felt like an eternity... a very... a very long time...

Aether finally began to understand, or more accurately, was forced to listen to that lengthy tale which was meant to be wrapped up in just a few words!

Drakhairs' life had been simple... he was like a free bird... well, a free dragon, so he followed the call of his heart, with no hidden agenda. He destroyed anyone who dared to stand in his way and climbed the ladder of power and political influence without hesitation.

Even the Dragon Emperors during his era were left both shocked and deeply worried at the thought that he might one day be chosen by the Arcane and take their throne.

And, as it turns out... he was a chosen one!

Fuck!

Aether was taken aback when he heard this detail... Drakhairs was, in fact, a chosen one from an old era, long before Dora, and even before Master Snape. Yet, surprisingly, Drakhairs had never become a Sovereign!