Chame looked at Albion as he spoke. "You got this Master".
Albion looked at them as he spoke. "Thank you for the confidence, but I don't. I am not gonna win this".
Tillroo looked at him as she spoke. "How are you so sure Young Master".
Albion chuckled as he spoke. "Will Simple, I just learned to fly, and the way Scarla and Asterion are so confident, they are probably better flyers".
Tillroo gave a too-sweet smirk as she spoke. "Don't worry master, We. Will. Handle. It!".
Albion blinked at Tillroo's confident grin, then narrowed his eyes. "Wait, what does that mean exactly—?"
Before he could finish, Chame had already lifted off the ground and grabbed his arm, with Tillroo taking the other. The two young DragonMaids flapped their wings in sync, lifting their Young Master off the ground like a sacred treasure.
"W-Wait! Is this even legal!?" Albion shouted as the air whooshed past his face.
"You never said anything about having to fly solo!" Chame giggled.
"Team effort counts, right?" Tillroo added with a wink.
From below, the other kids stared in surprise.
"She's carrying him?" Scarla said, baffled but slightly impressed.
"Hey! That's cheating!" Asterion shouted, flapping his wings as he shot into the air.
"Did anyone say it wasn't allowed?" Tillroo called back, teasingly.
The race had begun—dragons darting through the air like lightning bolts, wind streaming past them as they zoomed past glowing waypoints made from floating gems, spinning rings of fire, and sharp cliff edges.
Albion, suspended between two overly enthusiastic maids, screamed as they zigzagged past a flock of birds.
"This isn't flying—this is kidnapping with extra steps!"
"You're welcome!" Chame called, spinning through a ring.
Scarla, weaving gracefully through a cluster of crystal thorns, narrowed her eyes. "They're fast… but let's see if they can handle this."
With a whistle, she triggered a hidden wind vortex. Asterion saw it too. "She's using the tailwinds! Smart move."
As the vortex spun wild, Albion and his maids veered right, struggling to keep balance.
"Brace yourselves!" Tillroo shouted.
Chame twisted, her wings tucking in, and Albion was sent spiralling straight through the core of the storm.
"I regret everything!!" he cried as they burst out the other side, wind-blown and wobbling—but ahead.
The race wasn't over yet—but the gap was closing, and it was anyone's game.
Scarlet looked at them, as she spoke. "He is only ahead of us because of his two maids".
Asterion looked at her as he spoke. "Your Point".
She looked back at him as she spoke. "Let's see how well he does, when one then "Accidentally" let's go of him".
Asterion raised an eyebrow. "You're planning to sabotage him?"
Scarlet smirked, her red-lined black wings pulsing with a burst of speed as she soared beside him. "Let's just say… I want to see if the chosen son can survive without being coddled."
Meanwhile, Albion was hanging on for dear life, the wind howling in his ears.
"Chame, Tillroo, slow down! I think we just passed the sound barrier! Twice!"
Chame laughed. "But Master, we're almost at the finish!"
Tillroo smiled sweetly. "Though… maybe it's time for you to try flying on your own, just a little bit."
Albion's eyes widened. "Wait, what—?"
Before he could protest, Tillroo's grip loosened slightly—just enough to shift his balance mid-air.
"W-Whoa!" Albion flailed, wings flapping wildly. He started to drop, his flight path zigzagging erratically like a drunk pigeon.
Scarlet was quick to swoop in. "Oops! Looks like your maids slipped!"
She zoomed past him, the air whipping with force.
Albion gritted his teeth, panic fading as his instincts kicked in. No… I'm not about to lose like this.
He spread his wings. Remembered Spellcode's lesson. Feel the air. Feel the weight. Find the rhythm.
His wings caught the current, shaking at first—then stabilizing.
For the first time, Albion was flying on his own.
Chame gasped from above. "He's doing it!"
Tillroo's eyes sparkled. "I knew he could…"
Scarlet, glancing back, blinked in disbelief. "What—?!"
Albion surged forward, a determined smirk on his face. "Thanks for the motivation, Scarlet!"
With wind trailing behind him in swirling lines of light, he passed her, soaring toward the final checkpoint.
Asterion let out a whistle. "He's a fast learner…"
Scarlet's eye twitched. "Tch. I hate prodigies."
As the finish line shimmered ahead like a portal of glory, the crowd of young dragons, older siblings, and parents began to cheer louder.
And up above, Albion the Second smiled, whispering, "Just like I hoped."
Scarlet and Asterion, then got close, as Albion started to glyde more, as he picked up his speed, and so did the Three of them made it at the same time.
Scarlet and Asterion managed to keep their speed down, but Albion wasn't able to do it, as he tried to catch the wind, tried to slow himself down, but he failed; he smacked into spikes as all the Dragons heard, and some do the Older ones jumped in.
Albion smacked into everything, as then he passed, he passed the safe zone of the Dragon Flying Training area, and it was at that point his body landed in ten water, there was no wind barrier to block, and his body fell into the water as the current of the water took him away, as the Elder Dragons Disney take another second all Transformed into there True Dragon form, as they jumped in.
As for Scarlet and Asterion they looked horrified.
Albion's small body disappeared beneath the crashing waves, his wings dragging like torn sails in the water, leaving only a faint splash and ripples behind. The river, fed by ancient magic and mountain springs, surged forward, carrying him deeper into its winding path through the cliffs.
The moment he vanished, the air shifted—panic, urgency, raw instinct.
One of the Elder Dragons roared, loud enough to shake the sky. "HE'S PASSED THE BARRIER!"
Without hesitation, the council of Elder Dragons—massive beings of ancient power and size—took flight in their true forms. Their wings cast shadows across the valley, claws glinting as they dove toward the river with the precision of a storm.
Spellcode had already jumped ahead, his form shimmering between humanoid and draconic. "ALBION!!"
Meanwhile, Chame had collapsed to her knees, eyes wide and teary. "No, no, no—Master!"
Tillroo clenched her fists, trembling. "Why didn't I catch him—why didn't I—?!"
Scarlet was frozen, her confident face now pale and horrified. "I… I didn't mean for that to happen…"
Asterion placed a hand on her shoulder, uncharacteristically quiet. "This… this wasn't supposed to go this far."
From above, Albion the Second stood deathly still, his eyes locked on the river.
Focalor appeared beside him, her voice soft but tight with emotion. "This wasn't the prophecy's will…"
But Albion the Second didn't answer. His eyes had narrowed, glowing faintly with draconic light, as he whispered only one word.
"…Survive."
[Albion First Person POV]
I felt my body hit the water; I didn't know what to do at that moment as I felt the waves hit my body; it was moving faster than I had expected and with my Unwanted speed boost, it moved faster than any one of the other Dragon's could catch me.
I felt the water hit my Lungs, and I started to fall into the water. If I had gone like this, I don't know what would have done to me. I was a Dragon, so it was not clear to me.
I then remembered my magic lesson; I made a small glyph, a Light Push Glyph, and then I put it in my back.
"This better work".
I hoped as I pressed, I came out of the water, with the wind hitting my face, then I hit the ground, it was stone; I wasn't clear what was happening, I tried to open my eyes, but I just picked out water. Then I heard a voice, not one that belonged to anyone I knew.
"Sister, I think a Corpse just washed into this place".
"Are you sure? He looks very alive, Eria".
I moved and saw two girls, one a young woman with long, flowing white hair that seemed to have a mind of its own rather than just blowing in the wind. Her arms and legs, peeking out from a white, translucent dress, are depicted as porcelain white from lack of sunlight most likely. The dress itself is designed to look wet and cling to her body, with wrinkles reminiscent of ancient Greek sculptures.
[Insert Image of Eria the water Charmer]
Next to her was another young, female spellcaster with long, flowing hair that is often styled in a ponytail. Her hair is often depicted as having a vibrant, almost magical quality, particularly when it blows in the wind. She has a gentle, almost innocent expression, with large, expressive eyes. She is wielding a staff or some other magical object, reflecting her ability to control wind monsters.
[Insert Image of Wynn The Wind Charmer]
That was the last thing I remember before I fully passed out, (I didn't know back then, that these would eventually be two of my many lover's)
[3rd person Pov]
The young dragon boy's body lay limp on the jagged stones beside the riverbank, water pooling around him and steam rising from where his glyph's residual magic crackled faintly. Albion's chest rose and fell in weak, labored breaths—alive, but barely clinging.
Eria stepped forward, her bare feet causing the river's edge to momentarily still. She knelt beside Albion, eyes narrowed with a mix of concern and curiosity. "He's not from this region… nor from the Elemental Kingdoms."
Wynn floated down beside her, her wind-infused staff hovering lazily behind her. "He's not just a dragon either," she murmured, her bright eyes locking onto the remains of the glowing glyph on his back. "There's something... different about him."
Eria slowly nodded. "Ancient draconic glyphwork. Self-taught, no less. Risky for a child."
Wynn's expression softened as she knelt. "That means he's smart... or desperate."
They exchanged a glance, quiet understanding between the sisters. Wynn placed a gentle hand over his chest, and a soft breeze whirled around them, beginning to dry his soaked clothes. Eria summoned a small dome of flowing water to keep the forest dampness at bay.
Wynn spoke again, her voice low. "Should we take him back to the shrine?"
Eria looked up at the storm clouds that had begun to gather above the distant peaks—no doubt from the panic of the Elder Dragons searching for their prince.
"No," she said after a moment. "Not yet. If they find him now, they'll bring him back… and we'll never learn why the child of A Dragon King was sent tumbling into the Wildlands."
Wynn hesitated. "You think it was sabotage?"
"I think…" Eria's eyes glinted. "This child is the one from the dream I had last moonrise."
They both looked down at Albion, unconscious and unaware of the whispers of fate swirling around him.
The skies above the Dragon's Aerie turned dark with storm clouds—not from nature, but from the sheer fury and panic of the Elder Dragons. Roars echoed across the mountains, sending shockwaves through the valleys and across the deep caverns of Draconia. Dozens of dragons, colossal in size and ancient in power, took to the skies in a brilliant display of wings, scales, and magic.
Albion the Second, in his true dragon form—white scales shimmering like marble laced with gold—soared through the skies, his wings beating with thunder. His voice, laced with divine authority, echoed over the search:
"Find my son! Sweep the rivers! Check the forests! Search the Hidden Hollows and the Deepwater Gorges—leave no stone unturned!"
Spellcode flew beside him, a ribbon of arcane energy trailing from his tail as he muttered countless detection incantations. But no spell, no magic could trace Albion's exact location—only the faint trail of glyph residue told them where he had been.
The River of Whispers flowed south, vanishing into the Wildlands—lands outside the Kingdom's influence, filled with ancient ruins, wild mana fields, and forgotten magic.
One of the Elder Dragons—a fierce bronze-scaled female named Crunessa—landed by the river's edge, transforming into her humanoid form. She touched the rocks where Albion had last impacted and growled. "His scent ends here. The current's too strong, even for flight-bound searchers. He could be anywhere downstream."
Another Elder, Doromund of the Obsidian Crest, rumbled in his guttural voice, "This reeks of sabotage. The boy was flying fine until those two—Scarlet and Asterion—got too close."
A tension fell over the group.
Albion the Second narrowed his eyes. "Bring them both to me. Immediately."
Crunessa took off again, heading toward the hatchling barracks.
Spellcode spoke up, his voice grim. "If the child is beyond the border of the Dragon Nation… then even our authority cannot search freely. That land answers to the Ancient Elemental Pacts. The Water and Wind Realms lie in that direction."
Albion the Second, despite his anxiety, clenched his clawed hands tightly. "Then we pray… that whoever finds him… does not see him as an enemy."
Lightning cracked across the sky.
And far, far away… in a quiet grove of ancient ruins, two elemental sisters watched over a sleeping prince, unaware of the war drums beginning to beat once more in the skies above Draconia.
Back with Eria and Wynn, they looked at still sleeping Albion, as they looked at him still sleeping.
Eria looked at the sleeping Dragon Prince as she spoke. "He is Cute, for a Dragon".
Back with Eria and Wynn, they looked at still sleeping Albion, as they looked at him still sleeping.
Eria looked at the sleeping Dragon Prince as she spoke. "He is Cute, for a Dragon".
Wynn giggled softly as she knelt beside Albion, gently brushing a wet strand of silver hair away from his face. His breathing had finally evened out, and his chest rose and fell steadily—though the occasional twitch of his tail betrayed the trauma of what he'd just endured.
"He's... peaceful when he's not crashing into the ground or drowning in rivers," Wynn said with a teasing smile. She tilted her head, her vibrant eyes glowing faintly. "Which Royal Family do you think he is From? I've never seen a Dragon wear glyphs before."
Eria crossed her arms, her expression thoughtful. "The Light Push glyph on his back was self-made. That takes discipline and quick thinking. Not something you see from your average hatchling."
Wynn stood, stretching slightly. The wind swirled around her, playful and curious. "Maybe he's a chosen one or something? You know how the old legends say a storm child would come?"
Eria gave her sister a flat look. "You always say that about everyone who falls out of the sky."
"But this one's different," Wynn said, poking Albion's cheek softly with her staff. "He's cute, he's clever, and…" She smiled, a hint of warmth touching her face. "I think we should keep him."
Eria blinked. "You mean… take him in?"
Wynn nodded. "At least until he wakes up. He'll need help, and you know the forest outside this ruin is dangerous for someone who just started flying. And I like him."
Eria rolled her eyes but smiled. "You would fall for a half-drowned Dragon Prince."
Wynn chuckled. "Hey. I never said fall… just that he's got potential."
At that moment, Albion stirred slightly, a low groan escaping his lips as his tail flicked.
The two Charmers exchanged a look, both smiling as Wynn leaned closer.
"Looks like our guest is waking up…"
To be continued
Hope people like this Ch and give me power stones and enjoy