The Dragon King

Power meant everything in this world. The strong vilified the weak and the weak suffered under the strong. That has been the rules for the longest until one man changed them entirely. What people did not know is that being weak is not a weakness, but a strength. When you are weak they think less of you. They believe that you will never achieve anything in life. That you will be always at the bottom but that is not always the case. Basileus Draconian showed them that just because you are weak, does not mean you cannot become stronger. They said he was worthless and his response was for now. They said he was powerless and his response was for now. He did not have anyone to believe in him, so he believed in himself. He worked his ass off training to become the best. To be stronger than those who are strong. To become king. That was his goal and he has achieved that. He is known as the Dragon King and its time the rest of the world knew too.

Basileus was sitting at the head of the war table, looking at everyone before him. “War is upon us. They want to take our land and our people. They want us under their boots. But this is Nova Scotia. This is the Great White North. This is our home. And we will not let some backwater country try to take our home away from us. We are dragons dammit and it’s time they hear our roars!” The people roared at their king in happiness and agreement. It was time the world knew the power of Nova Scotia and her dragons. “Cyrus where are they coming from?” Cyrus Longhorn is the Master of Ships and it is his duty to command the royal fleets and anything in the ocean and seas. “They are coming from the East my lord. Our enemies are the United Kingdom’s and Greece. Truthfully the English does not want us around because of our dragons and magic. They believe only certain countries should have magic. They are also upset because we share our gifts and livelihood with those of the mundane. The Greeks want us gone because we still worship the Gods, well the Roman Gods that is. You know that they believe only the Greek Gods hold the power and the Romans stole from them. The English will come from the northeast and the Greeks from the southeast to box us in. It’s like fighting an enemy on two fronts. I have set up a blockade on the northeast to cut off the English. There we can fight them on the waters. The Greeks will likely make landfall shortly afterwards and storm our lands.” Basileus closed his eyes as he started thinking on plans to use. He sighed and looked at everyone in front of him. “Cancel the blockade. Pull all ships back to port.” They were shocked at the order. “But milord how come?” “Because we will make sure they lose their ships and we keep ours. I want mines in the waters to damage their hulls. I want the sirens out there to distract and confuse them so it will be easier on us. I am sure they will help us since the Greeks are coming. I want archers and long range specialist set up on the coast line and as soon as they see a ship to open fire. I have already set out a notice that our waters are now closed and anyone in them will be deemed hostile. Reinforce the walls surrounding the castle and make sure every civilian is in the bunkers. After that lockdown Halifax as we will be at the frontlines.” A man stood up looking at Basileus in worry. “My lord I advise against that. If we lose you then all hope would be lost.” Basileus stood up and turned around looking at the world map that was behind him. “What kind of king am I if I hide behind the walls? How can people listen and follow me when I hide like a coward, while they risk their lives for this kingdom? I am your king! I will fight with my people till my last breathe as I have sworn on Old Magic to do so. I will not hide while my people suffer! I will pick up my blade and fight with them! I am Basileus Draconian, Lord to the Most Anicent and Most Noble House of Draconian. I am the Dragon King and I will fight until our enemies cower or die by my blade. So mote it be!” The other five people in the room stood up and drop to their knees. “I, Cyrus Longhorn, Lord of the Most Noble House of Longhorn, swear on my magic that I will fight with my lord. So mote it be!” “I, Henry Asmodeus, Heir Apparent of the Anicent and Noble House of Asmodeus, swear to fight for my king until my dying breathe. So mote it be!” “I, Elizabeth Snow, Lady of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Snow, swear to fight by my lord’s side until the day I preish. So mote it be!” “I, Charles Whitewater, Lord of the Ancient and Noble Hiuse of Whitewater, swear to be your blade and shield until I leave this world. So mote it be!” “I, Alexandra Night, Lady of the Ancient House of Night, swear to fight by your side milord. So mote it be!” Basileus was shocked that they would swear upon Old Magic to fight by his side. He could not ask for a better group of trustworthy friends and colleagues. “Rise everyone for tomorrow I feel there is a storm coming.”