Emergency Hearing
Today, I give you a bit of dragon culture building! In the far future, in an age of industrialization and modernization, relations between humanity and dragonkind have reached their boiling point. The dragons, sick of it, arrange a meeting to put an end to it for good. Though, since some of you may know that Geralthin does reach the modern age intact, I think you know how this ends…
Guest starring a previous character of mine, from way back in the Sorcerer Series! He’s much older here…
Geralthin had changed, as of late. The kingdom grew ever stronger, its people ever more numerous, and its prosperity seemed to climb ever higher…
Something had to be done.
Patriconius had arrived early. He wanted to make a good impression, appear diligent and eager.
It was an honor he was granted a front seat, and granted the position of First, after all.
The young, red dragon sat at the center of a massive stretch of plains. This place was massive, surrounded by mountains…and utterly desolate.
The humans knew this land was not their own…or at least, they were not foolish enough to try and take it.
Patriconius turned his gaze above, watching the many dragons far above him fly from all directions as they arrived to the meeting.
He smiled. It was not often so many got to meet like this. Indeed, dragons did tend to hide away, or live in solitude so much…it was a welcome reprieve to at least be social…even it was purely professional.
Every color conceivable was about the area. Dragons in the sky, landing in the growing crowd. Red, green, blue, black, white, gold and everything else…every hue of the spectrum shone bright as their entire species came from near and far for this special occasion.
“Patriconius.”
That voice. That deep, melodious voice…
He whipped around, and before the crowd, marching slowly towards him…
“Laionikou!” he nearly cried out in exuberation, only just able to control himself.
The towering, enormous green dragon gave Patriconius a confident smile. “You are early.”
“Ah, but of course,” the red dragon replied with a grin, “I must be ready under any circumstances!”
The young dragon quivered ever so slightly, mentally chiding himself for it…yet he just couldn’t help it. An elder dragon, a massive, towering legend among even his own people…the smaller, younger dragon felt a deep wave of admiration, of thankfulness and joy…and just the slightest hints of fear. The elder commanded such respect and presence…
Patriconius’ mind raced as he bathed in these unusual feelings. Is this…how my servants feel, before me?
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This was so well written! I loved Patriconius's self doubt at the end
