The Fire of the Golden Dragon

" In the days of yore, a dragon of golden fire created a world where vigor and life started to breathe," an old man was telling a story to a younger boy, innocent and callow. 

That old man appears charitable and treasuring to that little boy. That man's back was gibbose, and he was holding a stick for support. 

His eyes were open but it looked like he was closing his eyes his smile was wide while seeing this innocent child. 

He was wearing a dark green cloak and clogs. 

Both of them were standing on the cliff of a huge stony mound. The breeze was touching their faces and clothes before them there was a bottomless. 

That boy was smiling widely and that story was relishing his endeavors. 

His little ears were stuck to that anecdote, and his little hands were holding those aged hands. 

He has a small tiny nose and straight teeth he just started to lose his deciduous teeth. His lips were sharp and adorable and he was wearing the same Cloak in red and the same clogs on his feet. 

" Please tell me where that Dragon of golden fire goes, after creating us." That little boy asks. 

" Nobody knows, but he granted his powers to his entity, to the people of his legacy," That old man said.

" So where are his people now Homer?" That boy asks.

"Haha...., don't call me by my name little boy, I am your grandpa," the old man ruffled that boy's hair.

" Hey, please but in the battleground you call me your partner huh?" That boy frowned and that old man smiled. 

"Never let that battleground infiltrate your secluded life, my son," that old man said and the boy nodded.

" Homer you look ugly when you transform, sometimes I get scared," that boy said and that old man laughed again. 

" Oh, my little Orion, everyone looks so bad whenever they transform," he replied. 

"No, I look so good whenever I transform," that little boy Orion replied. 

" Oh, I see," his grandfather replied with a soft smile. 

" I have no idea, are we humans or dragons?" Orion asks with a suspicious face. 

"The only one who knows that is the creature who created us," Homer replied and felt that breeze touching his body. 

"That golden fire dragon," Orion mumbled and Homer nodded. 

" We are looking for a golden fire dragon we have searched for him all over the Drakon world but it seems there is no golden fire dragon left," Homer said. 

"But everyone says that the golden fire dragon died centuries before, our ancestors killed them all, " Orion said. 

Homer peeked at him with a soft smirk. 

"Not all of them, we didn't kill them we asked for their power they did not let us then we took our way to get it, " Homer replied and Orion looked over the sky. 

"So there is a golden fire dragon somewhere in Drakon world," Orion let out in his mind. 

"I know there are numerous questions in your mind about it, my child," Homer said and closed his eyes. 

"Yes, there are lots of questions in my mind," Orion repeated behind him. 

"Ask them, if you keep that burden on your heart you will not be able to push it off later," Homer said and Orion gasped. 

"Why do we live here, apart from the kingdom of dragons, I have heard there are innumerable and enormous godsends for living," Orion asks.

"Because they don't accept us," Homer replied.

"Why don't they accept us we are like them, we are dragons too," Orion's innocent eyes ask a query. 

"Because they are scared of us, we are the most powerful dragons we can use other powers when they are in contact with us,"

" And this thing scared them the most," Homer replied. 

" There are many dragons who own powers that are incredible then why only we?" Orion asks again, and Homer is startled, that was the question he wanted to hide from children. 

" Grandfather, will you tell me the truth?" Orion asks. Homer takes a long gasp and lets out. 

" Because we are the only ones who believe that the one dragon from the attribute of the Golden Fire dragon is still alive, we have felt that we have predicted that, our people have predicted that," 

"But no one believes that they know that the golden fire dragon is so powerful and if we find that dragon we can take over their powers, this is the thing they are trying to kill us, "

"But because we are the most powerful they can't commit to us killing," Homer replied and Orion's eyes were wide open. 

" No one believed us, but we will make everyone believe us," Homer smirked and Orion was gazing at him with wide-open eyes. 

"Master," suddenly a man rushed to Homer his breath was upside-down and he groped remarkably stunned. 

"What happened?" Homer turned and asked. 

Orion seems frightened, Homer turns his eyes on Orion, and flickers his lashes. 

"Master, the...., the dragon hunters are here, we were oblivious of their attack," that man said and Homer's eyes went wide.

" Our combatants are injured, and... And....," his tongue was hesitating. 

"And what?" Homer growled. 

"Most..... most of them are dead," He said and Homer growled. 

"What?" Suddenly Homer's blood fetched boiled, and his gaze went wide. 

Orion never saw this rage of his grandfather. 

He recalls that he lost his father in a similar fight with dragon hunters of the royal kingdom and now his grandfather is aiming to go on that path again. 

"Someone stabbed us in our back," that man said. 

"That was the day when we allocated ourselves for rest," Homer let out and his jaw was clenched with rage.

" We were all resting when they attacked us," that man said and Orion's eyes were taking a close look at Homer's rage. 

"Come with me," Homer lets out and Orion tries to stop his grandfather. 

"No, grandfather, you can't go there," Orion clutched his hand but Homer took his off. 

"My people are dying they have ravaged most of us, and they are still on it, if I take a guard and hide somewhere then the souls of your father and those combatants will spit on my face," Homer said and that man standing in front of him took his steps backward. 

"Grandfather I am going to lose you too," Orion let out and Homer smirked. 

"This is not easy to defeat our energy, we are the dragons of Psychic demons," Homer smirked and Orion gasped. 

" I will come with you," Orion said but Homer moved his head in contrast. 

"Someone has to remain when everyone is dead," Homer said, and took off his cloak a mark on his back was prominent it was like harsh sharp teeth printed on his spinal region. 

" Ahhhhhh........," Homer growled in a loud voice, and a pair of branches came out of that mark, and his skin started ripping from all over his body, his eyes went wide and his eyeballs were coming out of distress. 

His skin went all black and his size started to increase, Homer was screaming because the transformation caused them extreme pain. 

His face started to turn wider and longer, his eyes went whole black, his hair turned into dendrites, his jaw became wider, and his teeth became monstrous. His wings are wide and fin-shaped and his eyeballs take the place of his eyes, his eyes turn black and he closes them. 

He changed all a way and when he opened his eyes he was turned into a black dragon. 

Orion was gazing at him with wide eyes and he nodded at the man and fled into the air. 

"Don't go, please," those were the last words Orion let out from his lips. 

The dragons hate the dragons of Psychic demons because of the powers they have and the mischievous deeds they commit to dismay the kingdom.

After Orion's father killed the queen of dragons, who was the dragon of Aerona, but his intentions were not to harm anyone, but to find his wife's illness, the queen can see all the forms of illnesses, but the energy he used to drain out the queen's power was harsh and distressing she can't stand and her fragile body perished. 

After that, the king takes his revenge kills Orion's father, and outlaws all the dragons of the Psychic demons. 

That battle was running in the mischievous Psychic demons and dragon hunters of the royal kingdom for decades.

"Please get back grandfather," Orion let out in his heart and his teary eyes were looking at the sky the way Homer flew over. 

Homer gets to the place where his people were killed by that horrible dragon runs his eyes over the dead bodies of his people and gasps. 

He saw a handsome man on the horse, he had a sharp jawline, somehow white hair, high cheekbones, and a square face, his eyes were blue like water, and his sharp lips were amused to see Homer in his full form. 

" Welcome back Homer," the handsome man let out his heavy voice. 

" You stabbed me in my back," that dragon let out in his heavy and thundering voice. 

"The way you stabbed us in our back I did the same," that man smirked. 

"Today you are going to see this world for the last time King Wayne," the dragon let out and Wayne smiled. 

" Let's see, you are talking to the God of water and sun," That man who was on the horse got down and his eyes sparked blue.