Scarlet and Asterion were next to their respective Fraction Leaders, as they were gathered by Crunessa.
They were still in the Training Area, as Crunessa brought to Albion the Second.
"Your Majesty, I have brought the Kids and even the Faction Leader of the Blue Eyes White Dragon and Red Eyes Black Dragon".
She bew to him, and Focalor as she left, as the two kids and the Adult bowed down, as they looked up to see the Dragon King and Queen, looking at them.
Albion the Second gazed at them with a stern, unreadable expression, while Focalor remained calm but sharp-eyed, her presence imposing in its quiet grace.
The Leader of the Red Eyes Black Dragon Faction—a tall, muscular Dragonkin with glowing crimson irises and scar-like markings—stepped forward first. His voice was rough like gravel.
"We extend our deepest apologies, Your Majesty, Your Grace. We did not anticipate such recklessness from our young ones. We will take full responsibility."
Next, the Leader of the Blue Eyes White Dragon Faction—a regal, silver-haired woman with sapphire horns curled around her head like a crown—spoke with poise.
"As do we. There was… a lack of discipline. We shall ensure this never occurs again."
Scarlet and Asterion stood behind their leaders, heads lowered but trembling. The weight of guilt was crushing.
Albion the Second let the silence stretch before finally speaking in a deep, commanding voice.
"…Your young heirs have endangered the life of a prince."
The words hit like thunder. Scarlet's breath hitched, and Asterion clenched his fists. But Albion the Second wasn't finished.
"And yet, I will not demand punishment."
Focalor raised a delicate brow but said nothing.
Instead, the Dragon King stood from his throne-like perch and descended the stone steps.
"I demand understanding. Tell me, Scarlet. Asterion. Why?"
The two flinched. Scarlet hesitated, then spoke. "I… I thought he didn't deserve the praise. That he was only flying well because of his maids. I didn't want to hurt him. Just… knock his confidence."
Asterion remained silent, but his eyes mirrored the same feelings.
Albion the Second studied them, his gaze piercing. Then finally, he spoke with a sigh.
"Then perhaps you need to learn what it means to fly beside others… not against them."
Focalor now stepped forward, her voice calm yet commanding.
"Until Prince Albion is found, and until he returns safely, you both will join the search. Not as punishment—but as a lesson. Find him. Help bring him back. Then… apologize to him. Not to us."
The two kids nodded, both humbled and frightened—but also resolute.
with that Scarlet and Asterion taking off with their respective Faction Leaders, soaring into the skies with dozens of other dragons.
Back in the deep forest by the riverbed, Albion still lay unconscious under the gentle care of two mysterious girls…
In a different part, Chame and Tillroo were in the tents; their eyes seemed a bit holo.
They were approached by Kitchen DragonMaid, as she wanted to check if the two young maids were doing ok. "Are you two ok?"
Chame and Tillroo didn't respond at first. Their wings were folded tightly around their shoulders, and their eyes stared blankly at the glowing crystal lamp above. The warmth and liveliness that usually sparkled in their expressions were missing, replaced by a quiet numbness.
Kitchen DragonMaid frowned, walking closer and kneeling beside the younger girls. "Chame. Tillroo. Are you two okay?"
Chame blinked slowly. Her voice came out small and distant. "We let him go…"
Tillroo trembled slightly. "We were holding on… but we weren't strong enough. We couldn't catch him…"
Their eyes shimmered with guilt.
Kitchen DragonMaid gently pulled both girls into a soft hug, her arms wrapping around them like a shield. "Sweethearts… it wasn't your fault. No one could've expected the wind to turn like that, or the current to pull him so fast."
"But we're his maids," Chame whispered. "It's our job to protect him."
"You're also children," Kitchen DragonMaid replied gently, brushing her fingers through their hair. "You love your master. That's why it hurts. But you must remember—Albion is strong. If there's one thing the prince has shown, it's that he never gives up."
Tillroo wiped her eyes, though they were still red. "But what if he doesn't come back…"
"He will," Kitchen DragonMaid said, firm now. "And when he does, he'll need you both by his side. So rest. Heal. And be ready."
Tillroo looked at her sister as she spoke. "Sister, is there a way to Join the search party?".
Kitchen DragonMaid stopped as she looked down at hee sister. ".... No, not with the king's Permission".
Chame looked at her as she spoke. "Then, then, do you want us just to stay here"
Kitchen DragonMaid looked at them as she spoke. "There is an empty crate with trb supplies being carried by one of the Carrier Dragons; if they ask how you knew this Information, just say you overhead it".
Tillroo's eyes widened, catching the hidden meaning in Kitchen DragonMaid's words. "Are you saying…"
Chame sat up straighter, her voice steadier now. "You're giving us a way to sneak out."
Kitchen DragonMaid gave them a firm, quiet look, her voice low. "I'm saying nothing of the sort. I'm simply checking on the inventory and mentioning what I overheard. If two young maids happened to find their way into that empty crate and that crate happened to be loaded onto a Carrier Dragon headed toward the outer ridges…" She trailed off, turning her back as she busied herself with some herbs. "…Then I suppose I wouldn't know until it was too late."
Tillroo jumped to her feet, fire reigniting in her eyes. "We'll find him."
Chame nodded, determination solid in her heart again. "We're not just maids. We're his wings."
Kitchen DragonMaid didn't look back, but a faint smile touched her lips as the girls grabbed a travel cloak and quietly slipped out.
"Be careful, little ones," she whispered under her breath. "And bring our prince home."
As the sun dipped past the mountains, the Carrier Dragon stirred, ready for departure—unaware of the two extra hearts hidden in the crate beneath its cargo.
And thus, two young DragonMaids took flight—this time, not by wings, but by love.
Eria and Wynn were back in the Shrine in the Wildlands; they looked in a cage where Albion woke up; he woke up a few minutes ago, and Will went into attack mode.
Eria was healing herself, as there were bite and scratch marks, which looked like Dragon Claws and Teeth marks. "Ok, so add Memory problems to the list of things we need to look out for.
Wynn was sitting cross-legged nearby, her staff resting beside her as she watched Albion pace inside the softly glowing cage made of enchanted roots and crystal shards. "To be fair," she said calmly, "he woke up in an unknown place, surrounded by strangers, and he's a Dragon prince. That kind of paranoia's probably in the blood."
Albion grumbled, tail flicking in irritation as he sat back on his haunches. "I was dragged by a river, nearly drowned, woke up in a weird forest, and then found myself in a glowing box surrounded by two magical girls. I think attacking first and asking later was reasonable."
Eria raised an eyebrow as she rubbed some healing salve on her arm. "Attacking with fire breath, claws, and a tail whip, mind you."
Wynn shrugged. "At least he's cute. That balances the aggression."
Albion crossed his arms. "Stop calling me cute!"
Both girls exchanged a look, and Eria smirked. "So what should we call you then? Growly? Clawsy? Biter?"
"Prince Albion," he huffed, puffing up his chest slightly.
Wynn giggled. "That's adorable."
Albion groaned and laid back, muttering, "Just take me back to the river and let me float off again…"
Eria sighed, though her smile was soft. "You're lucky we're not enemies. You really are. But you owe me a new robe."
"And a peaceful morning," Wynn added.
Albion closed his eyes. "Great. My first 'captors' are two pretty spellcasters with a sense of humour. What did I do to deserve this?"
Eria and Wynn shared another look, both sensing something more beneath Albion's irritation. Wynn's voice was softer now, more thoughtful.
"…Maybe Fate dragged you here for a reason."
And Albion, still stubbornly refusing to admit the warmth he felt in their presence, didn't answer—because he was too afraid that maybe, just maybe… they were right.
Albion looked at Eria and Wynn—Eria humming softly as she rewrapped the bandages on her arm, and Wynn leaning against the stone wall of the shrine, her eyes half-lidded in calm awareness. He let out a quiet sigh, then thought to himself:
"Eria and Wynn... two out of the six Charmer girls from the Charmer Girl Deck. I never used them back in my past life, even though I always admired the art. I thought they were weak and gimmicky. Guess I was too meta-focused back then to appreciate them."
He clenched his fists lightly, wings twitching behind him as he continued his internal monologue.
"And now... they're the reason I'm still breathing. If they hadn't found me, pulled me out, healed me… I'd be gone. Just like that. Guess I was wrong about a lot of things back in that life. No regrets, huh? That's what I told myself when I got this second chance. But now... I think I've just earned my first regret. Not giving them the respect they deserved."
Eria glanced over, sensing the change in his demeanour. "You okay in there, Dragon Prince?"
Albion looked up at her, the words stuck in his throat for a moment.
"…Thanks," he finally muttered.
Wynn tilted her head. "For not letting you drown? Or for not blasting you when you bit Eria?"
He winced. "Both."
Eria chuckled gently. "Apology accepted, growly prince."
As they smiled, Albion leaned back again, gaze turned to the ceiling of the shrine.
"I'm still alive… and now I owe two 'gimmick' spellcasters a whole lot more than I ever expected. Maybe this second life's gonna teach me more than how to fly…"
Wynn looked at him as she spoke. "So, what is your Elemental Attribute?".
Albion looked at them, as he spoke. "Light".
Eria sighed as she spoke. "Damm it"
Albion looked at them as he spoke. "Hey, what is that supposed to mean". Mentally he said something else. "You better not be thinking of making one of the many Monster you use in battle, I am very well aware of your decks Gimmick".
Wynn blinked, then smirked a little. "Light, huh? That's… interesting."
Albion narrowed his eyes. "Interesting how?"
Eria crossed her arms, groaning playfully. "It means you don't fit. We've got Water, Wind, Fire, Earth, and Dark covered between the five of us. Light's the odd one out."
Albion mentally groaned.
"I knew it. They're already trying to complete the damn set. I swear, if they try fusing me into some weird spell-trap combo monster, I'm gonna lose it."
Out loud, he raised an eyebrow. "You're not seriously thinking of—"
Wynn gave him a mischievous look. "—Making you our final boss monster?"
Eria winked. "You said it, not us."
Albion muttered, "I knew it."
The two girls chuckled, their teasing lightening the tension in the air. Eria sat beside him while Wynn paced near the edge of the shrine, watching the winds outside.
Then Wynn spoke again. "But seriously… Light? That's rare. Not many dragons align with it naturally. Are you sure?"
Albion nodded. "That's what my core resonates with. Light magic, glyphs, radiance… all of it. I've always felt it deep down. Like I'm meant to shine through shadows."
Eria's smile softened. "Then maybe you're not here to fit into our team… maybe you're here to balance it."
Wynn added, "A radiant dragon among the charmers. You're going to stand out, Albion. Better get used to it."
Albion gave a half-smile, but deep down…
"Balance, huh? I've been nothing but chaotic since I got here. But if there's one thing I've learned in this life… it's that sometimes chaos leads to the brightest light."
He looked at the two Charmers again.
"Alright. You've patched me up, teased me, and maybe even tried to draft me into your personal summoning circle. I think we're even now."
Eria grinned. "Not even close, Dragon Prince."
Wynn nodded. "You still owe us dinner. And an explanation."
Albion blinked. "An explanation for what?"
Eria raised an eyebrow. "Like how a royal dragon kid falls out of the sky and washes up in our shrine. We're not exactly on the tourist map."
Albion sighed. "Yeah… that's gonna be a long story."
Albion looked at them, as he spoke. "So it all started, today when I wanted to do flying training".
And after basically resting the day's event as Albion was done. "So I couldn't stop myself, unlike Scarlet or Asterion; passed the barrier the rest will, I managed to make it out of the water using my Light Push Glyph, and you two found me".
Eria and Wynn sat quietly for a moment, taking in the story Albion had just finished. Eria's hands rested on her lap, while Wynn had sat down against one of the shrine's pillars, her staff leaning beside her.
Wynn was the first to break the silence. "That's… a lot."
Eria gave a small whistle. "Scarlet and Asterion, huh? The Red and Blue Dragon factions don't exactly raise softies. And you're the prince of the Light Dragon Court?"
Albion nodded, a bit sheepishly. "Technically, yes. But today… I felt more like a crash dummy."
Eria chuckled. "You're lucky you didn't become a permanent addition to the shrine floor."
Wynn tilted her head. "Still, using a Light Push Glyph to escape the river current? That was smart. Even if… reckless."
Albion shrugged. "Reckless is the theme of my life lately."
Eria leaned forward. "Well, reckless or not, you survived. That's what matters. But if you want to get back to your people, it won't be easy. This shrine is deep in the Wildlands. No dragons fly here anymore—at least not the peaceful ones."
Wynn added, "And that current that pulled you here? That's called the Serpent's Vein. It winds through half the continent. You could've ended up anywhere."
Albion blinked. "Wait… you're saying I'm that far from home?"
Eria nodded slowly. "Yeah. And given your memory problem at first, we didn't know whether to heal you or exorcise you."
Albion looked down. "Great. So not only did I nearly die, but now I'm probably considered missing or worse."
Wynn placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Not worse. They're probably searching right now. Dragons are persistent."
Eria gave a playful smirk. "Besides, we're not exactly in a rush to give you back."
Albion narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Wynn giggled. "Nothing. Just saying… the Wildlands don't get visitors often. You might be useful."
Albion sighed.
"Great. From prince… to lost relic… to potential shrine janitor."
He looked at them. "Alright then. What's next?"
Eria smiled softly. "Rest. Heal up. Then… maybe we'll show you the Wildlands. Who knows? You might like it here."
Wynn added, "And maybe you'll learn more about yourself than you knew before."
Albion glanced toward the open shrine doors where moonlight bathed the forest beyond.
"Maybe this detour isn't a punishment. Maybe… it's a beginning."
And for the first time since the fall, he let himself truly breathe.
To be continued
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