---POV Selvin---
I stared off into the training grounds while the older students took to the skies and the younger trained hand to hand. I took a deep breath and started pacing. Something was wrong. “King Selvin, you have a summoning.” I whipped my head around to one of my ten warriors that only answer to me. A couple of them are high ranking among the Ord. Michael, in particular, is my second. As I am the King. I guess it’s one of the perks of being the current Origin Dragon.
“Summoning with whom?” I asked, maintaining my concern under the façade of a fake smile.
“Vlad Dracula, my King.” He bowed and looked away from my emerald, green eyes as they all do, out of submission. I wonder why he is here. I was told, once the Summoning of the Origins is completed, the King of Vampires never
