His Lycan, Her Dragon

Dareon, you are my youngest yet strongest warrior; I chose you to rule the Thregonad Village in the East. The people there need someone to lead and protect them. They are weak, untrained farmers and fishermen who just live by day fearing for the attacks of werewolves, Centaurs and pirates around them.” The Dragon Lord without listening to Dareon’s refusal pointed his open hands to Dareon and the latter automatically shifted into his dragon form.

“Fly to the East and rule the people there Dareon. They will hail, respect and love you.” With the Dragon Lord’s hand compass, Dareon’s wings flipped and even with his resistance, his wings flew him into the East part.

He was about to land in the nearby mountain, when he heard cries, shouts and running feet of horses. As a dragon, his sense of hearing is too strong compared to ordinary human.

Dareon’s wings flipped and just for a second he was up there witnessing the Centaurs running around killing men and women, old folks and children of the Thregonad Village.

Dareon roared and spitted his fire on the group of Centaurs, who because of surprise were not able to fight back.

When Dareon roared and spitted fire once again, Centaurs’ Chief shouted to his team to retreat.

When all the Centaurs were gone, the dragon Dareon landed down to the amazement and cries of the Thregonad People.

As Dareon transformed into his human form, a ray of fire scattered around him and when it faded, the Thregonad People cried more loudly, vowed down with knees on the ground and praised Dareon with all of their hearts.

“Hail to our new Ruler! Our Master by fate!” the Thregonad People shouted with merriment.