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A scream tore the night, oh, it was not a cry of pain, but rather a terrible complaint. In one of the many rooms of the palace of Noz'Dingard Dragon had just woken up suddenly horrified by the nightmare that had left his rest. Panting he laid his eyes on the decoration of the room - it was well with him. He fell back on the bed while exhaling, passing his hand over his forehead drenched in sweat. His thoughts were confused, he had put some order in all this. So he got up and walked slowly, barefoot on the stone until the wide open window. Outside it was dark, Noz'Dingard sleeping peacefully, the moon was high and the starry sky without a single cloud. There before him in the distance, the Draconia, land he had "conquered" there long. Pangs nightmares of the night already fading. When someone knocked on his door, leaving Dragon from his reverie.
- Yes?
- This is Kounok, I come in?
- Yes, so between.
- I'm sorry, but I heard your scream.
- We have heard me on the other side of the city.
- Like almost every night since our return from the Equinox. Rumors began to circulate in the palace and the area related.
- This is not Nehantic causing me these visions if that's what people want to know. I lived in the Equinox of the events that have maddened the most hardened of men. And what I did to the Empress ...
Kounok scratched his beard as he recalled the events of the War of the Equinox.
The battle of Dragon Knights and Dragon took place on the terrace of a tower of Imperial palace against the Empress and two of his generals. Neither side only took the ascendancy over the other because one advantage of the magic of the Equinox while others equipped and supported by Dragon were resistant to any test. But in the heat of the moment everything changed, Dragon, affected by his imprisonment and reintegration Nehantic lost his footing, anger was too great, he could no longer contain it. His appearance was modified slightly, his hands became larger and more powerful, the more muscular torso, his face now wore the same characteristics Nehantic and Dragon. Knights and Dragon Equinoxiennes had the impression of seeing the scene in slow motion. Dragon advanced to the Empress, who was preparing a harmful spell, then he grabbed at the neck with his left hand and with the other he clutched his left arm. He drew a sharp blow with a dizzying strength and tore the arm. The time that Equinoxiennes react Dragon had thrown down the limb torn before he committed what the traumatisait today. He tore the head of the Empress before throwing the terrace to the city partially burned.
- We were in the midst of war, Dragon, the Empress had tortured you, not to mention experiences that ultimately led to monsters. I think you can consider having already paid this angry Dragon. You have saved us all. When we received the warning from my mother you did not hesitate to permanently sacrifice your magic to save everyone by bringing us out of the Gods.
- You're probably right, do not worry I'll pull myself together. I just need time to adjust to my new condition. Thank you for coming to see me, I think I'll enjoy the empty streets Noz'Dingard to walk a little, it will do me good.
- Okay, know that you can count on us, you are our family.
- I know.
Dragon walked the deserted streets of the city, the houses families slept peacefully. It felt good to be back home and although it is no longer linked to the huge stone-heart at the center of the city. On his return Anryéna had definitely taken the torch as "queen" of the Draconia. What would he do now? He thought integrate time Academy Noz'Dingard, he had so much to teach the younger generation as teachers.
Turning a Dragon Street stopped his march, feeling he had not felt in years had appeared in him. Forms were outlined in the street, initially blurred and increasingly accurate. There were several people, men and women in different outfits: Kotoba, Linker stone Heart sap ... we could distinguish their faces except their smiles, clearly visible, all seemed satisfied. Ground, Dragon, inert lying in a pool of blood. In the sky the moon, full, was of silver color.
- A prophecy ...
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