Am really a Dragon!

My Weight

It was when his parents left him, still as a snotty brat, did he finally understand how evil and disgusting some uncles were.

Rudeus would do anything to put his uncle in place. Even acting as a paper tiger.

“You are going in circles, again Klaus. Are you experiencing Alzheimer's? Psychosis? Or just dumb… dammit! What reason would make you snub our 3300-year-old tradition and assemble a new Void Stone!... what else could be worse, you did behind my back! Do you have even an inch of respect for me?”

“It’s not what you think Young Master, I had dropped an official report on your desk stating our procedures, but of course, I did not mention the Void Stone there, it was to be a… sort of surprise”

The Void stone here was the key requirement for the plan his uncle has been bordering on…… Interstellar Travel!

‘Of course, you did not mention it. Why would you!?’

Rudeus grit his teeth in frustration. must he always keep handing it to them in the end?

He did feel fragile every time he gave in to their every blatant injunction.

‘Speak up, Say something—’

His eyes met with that of his uncle. The gray eyes of his uncle did look peaceful. No hint of scheme or glint of cunningness was reflected.

Those calm eyes were the real evil!

“G-go ahead”

Rudeus felt soft with this defeat.

‘He grows stronger after every clash. *sigh* In the end, am all alone. There's no way I could turn things around...’

Suddenly, his heart beats rapidly increases. Not out of fear, but pure elation! Somehow he could envision his future all over again.

‘Maybe there's a way!’

His vision was set... Fixated on the Void Stone.

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'This was the very first open attempt at Interstellar Travel, using the newly built Void Corridor, Right in this Palace, the Supreme Lord of all realms first openly profess his desire to conquer all Seven realms. And further, improve the relationship between the Species... Just one single decision turned heaven and earth in colors of Grey. The might of Ancient dragons would always go down with praise in history books'

Malcolm's book on Stellar history, records of the very beginning.

Stellar Year 809

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It was engraved in their royal history books about a time when the Dragons ruled both the heavens and earth…. And even under. Then, their wings could span up to 100meters and just a flap could move them a Hundred Kilometers forward. Some Ballads sang that they flew high up and burst through the heavens! Moving undisputed through other realms in the vast outer space.

Facts differed from the open ‘truth’ but not by much. Written as a secret for which only the Imperial King could know, was the truth about their reign.

Dragons were true overlords. But even their semi-immortal bodies could not grant them the privilege of crossing the vast starry space. Every voyage they accomplished through the galaxy was due to the presence of an artificial medium, The Void Stone.

Rudeus had always wondered what had happened in the past when every interstellar travel was suddenly banned. And the void stones destroyed, even with the blueprint for making it.

No one had ever stepped out from this ‘warm’ place called home then. That was more than Ten score Millennia. When Rudeus read these stories, he felt somewhat unresigned about the pitiful fate the dragons had. They were the strongest amongst all creatures under the universal dome, but still,l the shackles tightening around them was their Bane. A curse they had tried for countless generations and millennia to cure….. yet with no avail.

‘The gods are Cruel’

“Klaus, what exactly do you want”

In truth, he was giddy and frantic as he heard Klaus placing all their successful works to him now. The main reason why he tried to put on an uncaring façade was because of his damnable uncle….

The freaking Klaus!

This man was known throughout the dragon kingdom was his wit and cunning attitude, Rudeus would always hear about the greatness of the Great Klaus, the god of War and impeccable leader — when he went out in his disguise.

Even a random youngling would happily recite the poem about the Supreme Lord’s uncle being proficient both in a battle of swords and of wits. He had it all, they said; brains and brawn. That it really was a pity why he couldn’t inherit the throne then, downgrading him to act as a selfless servant for that bratty lord.

Supreme Ruler's Uncle...

More than once he wanted to scream out in frustration at them for twisting the relative facts, most orders -- although carried out by his uncle – was giving out by yours truly, but this low ranked dragons somehow thought it was because of the kindness of his uncle, anytime they spoke Klaus’ name, it’ll always be accompanied with streaks of adoration and goodwill, while he as the Supreme lord would only be called Brat by the older generations

Weakling by his age mates

And sicko by the pubs.

Yes, even babies knew curse words.

“Supreme lord. You should at least see where your uncle is going in this, We dragons have always been sitting still, not having any battle that would make our blood boil and unlock our hidden potential, with this huge cake in front of us, how can we sit back without taking the complete slice!” One of the retainers, Carrion, made his thoughts known... He was Rudeus former friend-turned-official and was the youngest of the group.

Rudeus made up his mind for the expedition .. but he chose not to make any facial expression lest his mental battle with his uncle ends in a crushing defeat. Although everyone showered praises to Klaus, he was the only one who truly knew how sly and cunning this Uncle of his was. In fact since his birth up till now, the only battle he won against his Uncle was the Throne, which he had rightfully bragged more than once, his uncle….. always seemed to feed on people's personalities, knowing when to push and when to give up. Just like now, Uncle Klaus observed Rudeus's expression, before putting on a proud smile.

‘Uncle, this battle of wits, two can play’