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THE DRAGON LORD
“Dangerous Meeting”
It was a beautiful morning in the town of Sunao, a small city built at the feet of a mountain. As every day, the habitants of Sunao had already woken up, and some of them were already beginning their daily chores.
As always, all the young women of the town were reunited in one of the streets (a tradition they had followed since 2 years ago) only to see him. And, as always, they didn't have to wait for long… soon a man appeared walking by the street. To the eyes of all those girls, he was the image of beauty: he seemed young, of about 20 years old, with white and pale skin; he had a long, straight black hair that reached to his hips, and weared a black cloak, with pants and a shirt of the same color. All the women were charmed by his elegance and handsome features, but he never talked to them or to anybody, so they were content only with watching him pass.
His name was Arthion and, if people had looked closer, they would have noticed he was not human: his glowing orange eyes and yellow pupils, his slightly pointy ears, his long claws and sharp teeth would have revealed his supernatural origin. That day, as always, he walked towards a small cafeteria placed in the street, were he would sit for some time only to watch other people, but without uttering a single word. That day, however, things were going to change.
When Arthion entered in the cafeteria, he was observed by a young woman, a waitress. Her hair, soft and red, fell to her shoulders, and her uniform revealed a little of her slender figure. Her name was Azami, and she had watched for 2 years the young man's routine; she felt sorry for his loneliness, and she decided to do something no one had tried before: talk to him.
“Hello, what's your name? I've been…” she begun, but was soon interrupted by the man. “Go away… if you don't want to get hurt” he said in a serious tone. Azami was surprised and very angry, was he threatening her?. “What's your problem?? I'm just trying to be nice, you don't have to be so rude! How can you talk to me like that when…”
Outside, on the other side of the street, a man with green hair and dressed in a suit was watching the discussion on the cafeteria. He then used some kind of telepathy to communicate with another person. “He's talking with a young woman, Sir. What should I do?”. “Well, well…” he heard the answer on his head, “it seems our dear prince has forgotten our threats, maybe it's time we remember them again. You know what to do, Locien”. “Yes, my lord” answered mentally the man with green hair, Locien. He took a deep breath and, looking at the building, exhaled a great blast of fire from his mouth; the fire hit the building directly and, in a matter of seconds, the cafeteria (and Azami's home) exploded.