On a sunny, yet beautiful day, at the place I call home, the planet 'The Empire', at its very castle, the King, Lithin: The Wise, my honourable father, preaches a wonderful speech out of the blue, to his awaiting citizens.
We dragons, mighty creatures sure, yet were one… what shall I call it? A clan perhaps? A pack, like the wolves maybe. We cared of such commonalities like the King's words, I mean.
After all, off of being in the form of mighty beasts at battles or our rage; we still were humans. At the very least I was, so was my brother, my mother, and oh, the King too!
Humans… on some planet called Earth. Our real home… but this was home too! It sure was. My father the King, me the prince, my mother the queen. The whole family was here. So were my friends. But I sure wonder how Earth is.
The speech seems to be coming to an end.
"History teaches us loads, our own or other's, doesn't matter, history teaches anyone ready to listen to it. Some of us have the history of humans, like myself. Some from wonderful places such as Leishank, Androg, and Monsteruin. And after what happened to Nightrale… we have dragons taking refugee here, the survivors from Nightrale."
Nightrale was a star for all we knew. But now after it has been destroyed, we realise from the refugees, the survivors, that it was a planet too. One which held dragons too.
I say destroyed… but, only the refugees know what did that. The King knew, but hid it from the people. I too knew, but… I wasn't sure. It was hearsay.
"I take this opportunity to declare that you are dragons, irrespective of the different kind of Primevel you may be. And you have the rights to live and prosper here. You are now a citizen of The Empire, whose King I am, and I sentence you to be its citizen now. I hope you can call it home."
As it seems that father is done, everybody applauds, and the supposed leader of the refugees bows to him. The King closes his eyes and lowers his head too, just slightly.
Primevels were… a classification for human-like creatures. All the people from the planets father mentioned, even the survivors from Nightrale, were human-like.
Father seems to tell the leader something, but I'm unable to hear it.
"I'll be ready to hear from you, he says," my brother, Spythun, standing besides me, sighs.
He seemed to be bored and uninterested throughout the speech, yet he was paying attention?
"Why do you look surprised, Skyto? We aren't in the crowd, so I just merely had loosened up," Spythun claims.
Glittering grassy eyes gaze at my expression. And little pale hands search his glowing face, looking if he has something on it, pushing behind the dark-yellow hairs finally, concluding it may have been why I was staring. But it was how he was wearing a neon hoodie at this place and time, while I was wearing something of a royal dark-blue attire.
And people say we were like twins, if not for the eyes and hair. But there were so many other differences I could spot this very moment, let alone all-in-all.
"Well?" he asks.
"Spythun… just… be a good kid. So that we can get some time with the King," I finally say.
"He is supposed to be our father," Spythun suggests the obvious, finally after staring at me for a while.
"I am your father," King's voice comes, and we turn to find him standing right there. When did he come here? "I heard you asked for me."
"Father…" I say, a bit startled at his sudden appearance.
"And he just agreed to spend time with you?" the girl in front of us, Agusth, asks.
With a maroon jacket which she had made herself, on a white top, she was the only one with attire sense here. That's why I liked her. And her black eyes and long hairs too were contributing reasons, alongside her beautiful face, with a little makeup on.
"Of course he did. I told you he was fine," I sigh.
"You say that only cause he is your father," Agusth claims.
"I say that cause I consider you a friend," I say and look towards the pink-haired girl. "And you too."
But I didn't trust her.
"We were thinking of her name as Drego," the little girl besides Agusth, Stree, says.
Stree was the youngest, but the most important asset to our team… the little kids' team. None of us were eighteen, just closer, with Agusth the closest, to be in a year. Stree would just reach teenage now even, in about… nine-ten months.
Our youngest rightfully wore a hoodie, same as Spythun's, but with the wordings 'WE ARE YOUNG', written by Spythun himself. She on the other hand could rightfully be called as a twin, and a miniature version of her sister, Agusth. But with a ponytail.
Drego nods in agreement to her new name. She couldn't remember her name. Nothing. Only that she had seen the King before. Plus barely remembered the destruction too, and some other blurry events. None of the people from Nightrale could remember anything but fear. And scattered that way.
It had been a little over one year now, since they arrived. And a hard few months since… Drego opened up to us. Agusth was mesmerized by her words, and I had to-
Agusth snaps her fingers in front of my face. "Just make sure he doesn't… wait, what occasion is it though? What are you going to do alongside him? What's the hangout idea?"
"Well, he'll tell us our history. About his parents, you know… the prophesied reincarnations of the first dragons. Max and Sam."
"Piquing, but I'll pass on that," Agusth says, and glares at me. "Did you just roll your eyes?"
"I will join then," Stree says.
"No you won't."
"But I like stories…"
"If King Lithin really destroyed Nightrale, with all due respect to our princes here; we'll need more proof than just our words. And you are the only way," Agusth says, and looks at Stree's saddened expression. "Sorry."
"None taken," Spythun says.
"None taken what?" I ask him, and he just shrugs.
"Say Skyto… could we perhaps join?" the girl with dragon-white hairs, Hailo, asks, with a little smile.
"It may perhaps be boring," Spythun sighs.
"You are doing it again," Hailo says, while clicking her tongue behind her pursed teeth.
It was a weird find but, this white-eyed girl was pretty good at finding oddities everywhere. Some may say she has OCD, which is a word we found because of her. And the oddity she found was how Spythun always only used the word 'perhaps' when and after she used it, and only once, unless he is made aware of the fact.
"Ah, I could swear I use it normally," Spythun says.
"Well, that aside, yes, you can if you want to. Father may be fine with it… after all, he rarely sees you. You could befriend him, after a long time."
"Father is close to him, but never introduced us. Only says stories about my interaction with him when I was a baby," Hailo says, with embarrassment. "Both of us."
Leo, her twin brother, just holds his shoulder as if he got hurt, and looks away, with shyness, or embarrassment perhaps… am I doing it ttoo
Leo was the polar opposite of Hailo, with brown-black hairs and black eyes, but clearly a similar face to Hailo's. But this guy dressed like a ballet dancer, gives off no energy like his sister, who was in a white t-shirt, with black and purple wave-lines on it.
Also, Leo was the strongest. He had almost killed father once, I heard.
I realise that besides Leo, one other hadn't spoken yet. And even Agusth seems to notice it, as she addresses him.
"What will you two be doing then, Wyrom?" Agusth addresses Drego too.
"If I'll be helpful, i- come with you," Wyrom says, startled by the question, and almost choking on words.
"Wyrom," Agusth sighs and puts her hands on the brown shirt on Wyrom's shoulder. "Buddy. You have free will on The Empire. You can do whatever you want."
"IN. And you are scaring him. You know he gets nervous around girls, even you guys," I sigh.
"I can't help it. I'm working on it," Wyrom almost shivers.
Not long before Nightrale, few left out dragons, rescues, came here. Wyrom was one… and he didn't have parents.
Seeing that he was brown… maybe he was considered a slave, wherever he was from. Even when his origins was Leishank, he wasn't rescued from there. Neither he, because he was unknown, nor the rescuers informed of where he and the others with him were rescued from, as that could endanger the rights and view of the dragons of such a origin planet.
"Wyrom…" Agusth says. "I'm sorry. And you don't have to say I don't have to be… we are friends, alright?"
Wyrom nods. "But I'm ready to help you, A-Agusth."
"Maybe me and Stree will be enough, so you can join the others for the… history lesson."
"I'd like to see the king too," Drego says. "No worries, I mean no harm. Just… get a confirmation to myself."
"You said he scared you… will you be fine?" I ask.
"I could keep a poker face," Drego smiles with her eyes closed.
"We could go eat something. He said he'd be free in an hour… has been ten minutes," I say, glancing at the clock in my hand, and pocket it.
"Oh yeah, just make sure you get him away from his room. We'll search for the item which Drego had specified," Agusth says, and the seven of us nod.