Dragons Fantasy

Ch 2

Unknown location in the mountains

The stars shone bright as the dragon flew over the valley he calls home. He saw the glowing hot springs, the bedding caves, the large fields of lush grass and scorched boulders, a cluster of buildings they called the market, then his destination came into view. The red dragon growled in disgust at the crumpled remains of the 'gate' as he landed as quietly as he could. He sighed out of relief as the enemy hasn't noticed him yet, but that wouldn't last for long.

"WHERE ARE YOU BASTARD!!!" His king yelled at the top of his lungs towards the camp of intruders.

"Bakugou!" The red dragon known as Kirishima shushed his friend, but it was to late. The villains have already suroundened them.

"WHERE IS HE!!! WHERE IS THE BASTARD WHO HURT MY DRAGONS!!!" Bakugou cried out, rage making his words more powerful as they echoed around the mountains.

The villains parted to reveal a shaggy haired man wearing a hand over his face. He walked toward the red dragon, then stood still.

It was him!

Before any of of the villains could react, the dragon king launched himself from Kirishimas head towards the villain bellow him. His eyes glowed a bright dangerous red as he held out his palm.

"NOW DIE!!!"

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Hosu City

I let out a sigh, immediately alarming the servant in the corner.

"M'lord, if there's anything you need, we will provide! After all it is our honour to have th-"

"take your leave, I don't need the help of your king." I didn't even want to be identified, but I guess my left side stood out more than normal in lands that aren't war torn. Unconsciously I touch the painful memory, almost bringing tears to my eyes.

My search for you mother has brought me to many lands, but one day I will find you. I swore I would protect you, but I guess a 6 year old and a wooden sword aren't enough.

I glance at the silver sword that once belonged to my mother. She gave it to me before she disappeared, so when I find her I'll give it back and prove to her that I can truly protect her!

A light knock came from the door as I put the sword in it sheath.

"Aizawa, Ojiro. Are the others settling in?" A slender black haired man walked in with a blonde boy the same age as me who sported a tale.

"Mmhm, but we're not staying long, are we." Aizawa sat in a nearby chair.

"Yeah, we must be leaving soon, right Todoroki?" Ojiro looked at me while leaning against my bed. The group that I travel with know about my heritage and act like I'm just an everyday joe, which I'm thankful for.

"Yes, we'll leave before first light tomorrow. make sure to get your rest, cause if we don't leave now, we'll never leave this ancient pile of rubble." I walked towards the balcony as they took their leave, most likely to tell the others. The old city had ruins here and there, and moss flowed over most of the older buildings. I sigh once again as the wind blew through my red and white hair. I looked back at the lavish room the king of this land gave me. It had an oversized bed with a canopy, a table surrounded by large padded chairs, and to top it off, EVERYWHERE I looked, my family crest stood out. A bold blood red was splashed across the crest, along with flames, an arsenal of arrows and a sword. Yeah, my fathers side was a bloody and war hungry bloodline. I pulled the crimson sheets back and layed on the oversized bed, until my body fell into a dreamless sleep.