Back in the Royal Mansion in the Capital was Albion the Second, as he was holding his head, reading through the report sent about his son, as he read them, he heard a voice
"I didn't expect my arrival at the Mansion would be this chaotic, my king".
Albion looked up to see who the voice came from; she was a Beautiful Woman with black hair dressed in a Maid Outfit; she always wore Glasses and had that "Boss" Aura to her. Her tail had Three different colours, Black on the Top, red wine in the middle and white on the belly, in addition to her black horns were her wings, which were more dragon-like them others, next to her was a smaller version of her, her Daughter
[Insert Image of House DragonMaid]
Albion the second looked at the DragonMaid in charge of maintaining the Mansion as he spoke.
"I am very happy to see your return, House, but it seems your arrival was not at the best of times".
House DragonMaid looked at her king as she sighed. "It seems so, and here I thought, with my Daughter Housekee training done, I could finally Introduce the Young Prince to his 3rd DragonMaid".
Albion chuckled a bit, but it was hollow as he looked at her. "It seems so; I am pretty sure you have heard about what is happening?"
House DragonMaid looked at him as she spoke, as she fixed her glasses. "It is hard to avoid; the whole Dragon Nation is discussing this, and so are the other nations".
Albion looked at her as he spoke. "The other nations have heard of this, figures. Sky Striker has the drones, and others have their own Magical or Technologically ways".
House DragonMaid gave a small nod, her expression calm but stern. "The disappearance of the crown prince is not something that can be kept in shadows for long. Especially this crown prince. You raised quite the radiant child, my King."
Albion the Second let out a slow exhale, resting his chin on his hand. "I just wanted him to experience a day of normalcy. I didn't expect his wings to carry him beyond the barrier."
The young Housekee, standing quietly beside her mother, looked up curiously. "Will we be helping to find him, Mother?"
House DragonMaid placed a gentle hand on her daughter's head. "If it comes to that, yes. For now, we prepare the Mansion. The Prince will return, and when he does, this home must be ready to receive him—not just as the boy we lost, but as the heir who returned."
Albion the Second looked out the tall arched window beside them, his voice lower now, thoughtful. "Do you think he's afraid?"
House DragonMaid closed her eyes for a brief moment. "If he is your son, then perhaps. But fear and bravery are not opposites, my King. A true dragon feels both and acts regardless."
Albion gave a tired but grateful smile. "Your words always have weight, House."
She adjusted her glasses again. "It is why I lead the Mansion Staff. And why, when the Prince returns, I'll make sure Housekee doesn't scold him too hard."
Housekee looked up quickly, flustered. "M-Mother!"
Albion the Second chuckled softly, this time with more life. The weight was still there on his shoulders, but for a moment, there was comfort too. A reminder that loyal hearts were still at his side.
Outside, the capital buzzed with tension and worry, but inside the Royal Mansion, the gears of preparation and protection began to turn again. The Dragon Prince was missing—but not forgotten. And his home was waiting.
Meanwhile, in a different place, was another Search Part. The search Part was Asterion; they were mostly Dragons from the Blue-Eyes White Dragon, and leading them was Blazing Cartesian.
Asterion then spoke Looking at the Elder Blue Eyes White Dragon. "Why are we looking for the Prince In the Desert?"
Cartesian looked at the Young Dragon as she spoke. "Simple Serpent's Vein wrapped around half the Nation, but there are two main areas, the Wildlands and The Desert; that is why we are checking here why these two Areas have the Biggest Search Party out of all the ones that have been sent".
Asterion furrowed his brow, the desert heat shimmering around them as golden sand stretched out to the horizon. "But wouldn't the Wildlands make more sense? It's closer to the capital and has denser terrain for someone to get lost in."
Blazing Cartesian, her white scales glowing faintly under the sun, glanced sideways at him. "You underestimate the Serpent's Vein. That ancient magical current is unpredictable. Its influence spreads like tendrils—twisting, shifting. We tracked a fluctuation near the Wildlands and here in the Desert within the same hour."
Asterion grumbled under his breath, wings twitching slightly. "I still think it's a waste of time... the Prince is smart, and the Desert is—"
"Harsh," Cartesian interrupted, "but you forget who we are dealing with. A boy who grew up surrounded by magic and dragons, tutored by some of the best minds of the Royal Court. If he panicked, he could've flown farther than he meant to. The Desert may be dry and cruel, but it's also... empty. Easy to vanish in."
Another Blue-Eyes Dragon beside them—an older one with cracked horns—spoke. "The winds carried Light traces into this region. Old magic mixed with something young. It's not conclusive, but it's a start."
Asterion sighed but nodded. "Alright. We'll keep going."
Blazing Cartesian gave a curt nod. "Good. We'll sweep the northern ridge at first light. And if we don't find the Prince by dusk, we head deeper. Remember, the desert holds more than just sand... remnants of old battles, ancient seals, and who knows what else."
Asterion glanced at the horizon, a flicker of worry in his normally calm expression. "Let's hope he's not too far gone."
And with that, the search continued—across the blistering dunes, the Prince's scent faintly lingering in the currents of the wind.
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the dunes, the Blue-Eyes search party paused atop a high ridge. The heat had lessened, but the desert's silence was thick—too still, too expectant.
Blazing Cartesian stood on a ledge, her white cape fluttering in the wind as she squinted into the distance. "This is where the magic trail ends," she muttered, holding up a crystalline compass that shimmered with pale light. "The energy signature fades here… but it doesn't vanish. It changes."
Asterion stepped up beside her. "Changes how?"
Cartesian passed him the compass. "It's not Light magic anymore. It's… layered. There's a trace of Water. A touch of Wind. Even Earth. It's as if… his aura's being affected by something or someone."
"Could it be one of the Charmers?" Asterion asked, a spark of realization hitting him.
Cartesian narrowed her eyes. "Possibly. Eria and Wynn are known to roam the Wildlands. And if they found him first…" She let out a long sigh. "Then he's safe. But that makes our job more complicated. The Wildlands aren't exactly aligned with the Royal Court."
Just then, one of the scouts—a Blue-Eyes Abyss variant—landed nearby, panting. "Commander! We found… something. It's small, buried, but it's definitely not natural."
Cartesian turned immediately. "Show me."
They were led a few ridges over, to a collapsed ruin half-buried in the sand. An ancient stone, partially covered in glowing runes, lay broken. At its centre was a smooth, flat platform with scorch marks—signs of a magical discharge.
"Teleportation?" Asterion guessed.
Cartesian examined the marks, then nodded slowly. "It's not recent. Maybe a day or two old. But it's a jump point. Someone came through here—or left from here."
"Left to where?"
"That…" She stood tall, her gaze sweeping over the horizon toward the edge of the Wildlands. "...is the question we'll answer tomorrow."
The sun finally dipped below the horizon, and a chilling wind blew through the desert. Somewhere, far off, a low rumble echoed—an ancient stirring from beneath the sands. And as the dragons set up camp, none of them noticed the flicker of pale-blue eyes watching from beneath the ruins, hidden in shadow… waiting.
Meanwhile, far away in the Wildlands, Albion sneezed.
Wynn blinked. "Someone must be talking about you."
Albion groaned. "Probably my dad. Or Scarlet. Or that damn Cartesian. Or… all of them."
Eria, now red in the face, muttered under her breath. "Or everyone in the entire damn kingdom."
Albion then heard a sound. "Did you girls hear that".
Eria then looked at him as she spoke. "Yes, let's check it out".
Eria activated a Water Push Glyph, as she jumped, and Albion used a Light Glyph to go after her, after a while, they arrived, to see a Young Lizard King running from a plant monster, Albion Recognised this Monster
[Insert Image of Gigobyte]
Eria used a water blast to hit the plant, as she went to the Gigobyte. "Hey there Little guy, you ok".
Albion spoke in his head. "Will you look at that, Eria found her most loyal Monster, I was wondering why he wasn't by her side when I first met her".
The plant creature recoiled from the water blast, hissing as steam rose from its scorched vines. The young Gigobyte looked up at Eria with wide, shining eyes before collapsing into her arms, exhausted but alive.
Eria cradled him gently. "It's alright now, you're safe."
Albion landed beside her, his eyes on the shriveled plant beast still twitching. "Gigobyte… I didn't think we'd see you this soon."
Eria blinked, looking at Albion. "You know what this creature is?"
Albion smirked. "Let's just say I read a lot. That little guy—Gigobyte—he's not just any monster. He's got a lot of potential. And more importantly, he's loyal to the bone."
Gigobyte stirred slightly, giving a tiny huff before snuggling closer to Eria's chest. A soft glow passed between them as a faint magical link began to form.
Eria looked down, then gasped. "Wait… a bond link? But that only happens when—"
Albion nodded. "—when a monster chooses their partner of its own will. Looks like you've got a companion for life now."
Eria's eyes widened. "But I didn't— I mean, I just helped him!"
Albion grinned, folding his arms. "Sometimes, that's all it takes. A moment of kindness."
Wynn finally caught up, panting. "What did I miss?"
Albion pointed at the collapsed plant beast. "Plant monster. Eria blasted it. Saved the lizard."
Wynn looked at the tiny Gigobyte curled up in Eria's arms. "Aw… he's kinda cute."
Albion tilted his head. "Don't be fooled. He's cute now, but wait until he evolves. He'll be a real dragon menace."
Eria raised an eyebrow. "Evolves?"
Albion coughed. "Uh—nothing. Let's just say he'll grow up strong."
As they began walking back to the shelter, the stars overhead began to shimmer. In the distance, an unseen figure watched them from a treetop, her eyes glowing softly with magic.
"She's found him," the shadowy figure whispered. "Then we don't have much time left before the others catch on."
And with that, the winds carried her away, silent and swift.
Back with Chame, Tillroo and Scarlet, they had just killed a Predaplant Chimerafflesia, Tillroo was burning the plant through the dust, making sure it was truly Death.
Scarlet looked at the two maids as she spoke. "We should return to Crunessa and the camp, it better to take a break, Especially this late in the night".
Chame looked at her as she spoke. "No, I am still looking for Young Master".
Scarlet looked at her as she spoke. "Are you nuts? We are kids; we need rest".
Tillroo looked at her as she spoke. "We are Young Dragon Kids, we mature fast".
Scarlet Scops as she spoke. "Yeah, don't give that speech the Elders give us; we still need rest; just get on the Wyvern and let's get back on the camp; it will be much easier to find the Prince In The Morning".
Chame looked hesitant, her fists clenched. "But what if something happens to him while we rest?"
Scarlet walked up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Nothing's going to happen to him tonight, Chame. He's the prince, remember? He's got more luck and power than half the Dragon Council combined. We'll find him—but we won't do it half-dead and sleep-deprived."
Tillroo glanced at the burned remains of the Predaplant, then nodded. "Scarlet is right. Even the Wyverns are tired. We're no good to the Young Master if we collapse out here."
Chame looked down, her resolve clearly warring with her exhaustion. After a long pause, she finally sighed. "Fine. Just a few hours. But we leave at first light."
Scarlet smirked. "Deal. Come on, let's go before another Chimerafflesia shows up."
The three girls climbed onto their Wyvern, the beast giving a low growl before spreading its wings and lifting into the sky. As they flew under the moonlight, Chame stared at the horizon, her thoughts still with Albion.
"I'm coming, Young Master… Just hold on a little longer."
Back at the camp, Crunessa sat by the fire, sharpening her spear with quiet precision. As the three Wyvern riders returned, her eyes flicked toward them, lingering especially on Chame.
"You finally listened," she said dryly. "Good. Tomorrow, we push toward the Eastern Cliffside. Reports say someone matching the Prince's description was spotted near a ruined tower."
Scarlet raised an eyebrow. "So… we might be closer than we think?"
Crunessa smiled faintly. "Closer than you know."
And above them, hidden in the cliffs, a pair of reptilian eyes blinked silently. Watching. Waiting.
To be continued