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The Dragon King [Adventure Time Fanfic] Tue Feb 12, 2013 1:00:30 AM#274589Perm Link
Dragons have existed for. . . years. Since the beginning of time, actually. We have always been in hiding, though. We were never one for seeing people. I mean, if you saw some towering beast, wouldn’t you freak out? Yeah. Probably. If not, then that’s cool I guess. Anyway, dragons were even around before The Land of Ooo. Before that Mushroom Bomb was dropped. Many came to believe dragons were wiped out by the Mushroom Bomb, actually. But, truth be told, it was the humans who killed us off. Well, most of us. Except one.
I am not over exaggerating, nor am I trying to sound all depressed or anything. I mean, death is a part of life. Heh, trust me, I’ve seen that guy plenty of times. But I guess what I am getting at, is that I am a king without his people. . . Not that it has ever really put me down or anything. . .
In the end, those humans got what they deserved. . .
-Many Years Ago-
[Before war; Wyrm currently 110 years old. In human years: 11]
“Wyrm, you need to get back here!” Her voice is sonorous and almost intimidating. The mountains that surround us all tremble with the command. So do I.
Quick to listen, I scurry towards my parents. King Draco and Queen Tayle. Rulers of the dragons. Protectors of their people. They are the largest of our species when in dragon form, as well as the most formal-looking. Well, except for the many scars that are etched upon my father’s tough skin.
“Don’t you remember what we had said?” My mother scolds, her dark brows furrowing.
“What we have said for nearly a hundred years now.” My father adds with a heavy sigh. He was usually the more laid back one, which was good. Balance was needed. Especially lately. A week ago, one of my uncles had been spotted in the sky by a human. And we are well aware of their current search for us.
“I know I know. To remain within the mountains.” I restate their previous phrase. A smile splits across my mother’s doll-like face. She reveals pearly fangs, and her beauty seems to intensify. I was always fond of her lighter colored, olive green, skin. Especially seeing as I am stuck with my father’s darker tone.
“That’s our good little prince.” She chimes with a playful chuckle, and then proceeds to ruffle my hair.
“Mom, stop it. You’re messing my hair up.” I complain, swatting her clawed hands away. Swiftly, I begin to fix my own emerald tinted hair. “Can I at least go play with the others? We were in the middle of a game.”
“Alright. Just be careful.” My mother sighs, leaning down to give me a quick peck on the forehead.
Beaming up at her, I nod and then speed away and towards my friends.