"Dragona... Dragona... I like it! It has a nice ring to it!" Eva said.
Prismarine groaned.
"The name suits you well, Nailah."
Vincent nodded in agreement.
"Dragona it is, then." I said.
If these guys like the name, other people will love it.
Then, something clicked in my head.
"I just remembered to ask you guys something," I said.
"What is it?" Apollo asked.
"What does Weapondora even look like?"
Nothing but silence filled the air after my question.
Now I kind of regret asking...
"Here, I'll show you." Leila said, breaking the silence.
Leila held out her and a faint blue light emitted from her hand. Then, a holographic image of a girl appeared. She had blonde hair with lavender eyes, thin, burgundy armor, lace sleeves, and white heel boots. She even had a hanging tiara with a burgundy gem in the center.
She kind of reminds me of someone... but, who?
"So, this is Weapondora?" I asked.
"Yup. Able to turn any object into any weapon at will." Leila said.
"Whoa..."
Then, Leila snapped away the hologram.
"And she's the one killing the Dragon Bloods?" I asked.
"Yup." Leila relied.
Then, heard a loud cry.
"LEILA, LEILA!" the voice cried.
We turned around and saw a boy running up to us. He had dark silver hair, silver wings, and pale blue eyes.
A Hail Blizzard Dragon Blood.
"What is it Will?" Leila asked.
"Weapondora is attacking the city!" he cried.
"WHAT!? Nailah, head to the city!"
I looked at her and shuddered.
I've never seen Leila so angry...
"But... what about..." I stuttered.
"NOW!" she cried.
I put on a confident face and nodded firmly. I thought of the city, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. When I reappeared, I was standing in what looked like a battlefield. Cars flipped over and on fire, the road broken up, it looked like an earthquake hit this place.
What happened here...?
Then, I heard someone laughing. I turned to see another Dragon Blood in really bad shape. She had light skin with black hair, arctic blue eyes, and black wings. She had on a pale blue cape and an arctic blue witch hat. There was a big gash across her leg, and scratches on her face and arms.
She looks familiar...
Then, I saw the villainess herself.
Weapondora...
"Foolish Dragon Blood! None of your kind can best me!" she said.
The Dragon Blood tried to get up, the wound in her leg wasn't allowing her to. Weapondora laughed at her state.
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Origin of Dragona
Fantasía*Disclaimer: Spinoff to The Last Dragon Blood. Reccomend to read The Last Dragon Blood first.* "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm NOT a Dragon Blood!" Or... so I thought... I was walking home from school, when this girl appeared in front of...