Scene One: The Academy Under Construction
The wide courtyard was bustling with movement. Hundreds of workers, soldiers, and priests, each fulfilling their role to complete a monument unlike anything history had ever seen: the Royal Academy of Martial and Magical Arts.
The walls rose as if trying to touch the sky, the banners of the kingdoms fluttered from its stone pillars, and the ground was paved with white stones reflecting the light. The sounds of hammers on iron mixed with the chants of the priests who blessed the stones with sacred mana, so that the foundations became fortified against any demonic attack.
The soldiers stood in lines, watching with proud eyes this achievement, while common folk gathered around the walls to witness what they described as the beginning of a new era.
One of the builders shouted:
"The southern tower is complete!"
Another followed:
"Place the final stones on the eastern arch!"
And in the heart of this organized chaos, there was a sense of awe… as if every stone set in its place was declaring that the world was about to change.
Scene Two: The Appearance of Ragnar
The sound of clashing armor suddenly rose, and the place fell silent.
From the eastern gate, a majestic knight appeared. Golden armor shone under the sun, his crimson cloak swayed with the wind, and a massive sword rested on his back. This man was like a ghost from the past… yet at the same time, a declaration of another future.
It was Ragnar Lionheart… the younger brother of Oungan.
The whispers of the soldiers began to spread:
– "That's… Oungan's armor…"
– "No… this one is younger."
– "It's his brother… Ragnar!"
Ragnar stood firmly in the center of the courtyard, gazing at the academy as if his eyes carried a mixture of pride and regret.
Then he continued his march until he reached the king.
Scene Three: Before the King
The doors of the hall opened. The decorated walls, the glowing chandeliers, and the voices of the nobles that fell silent at his entrance.
Ragnar advanced, kneeling on one knee before the king, placing his brother's sword before him.
Ragnar (in a steady voice despite its weight):
"My lord… my elder brother Oungan Lionheart died defending the kingdom, giving his life for the people and the crown. I am Ragnar, the last son of the Lionheart family… I vow to inherit his will, to carry his sword, and to stand as a shield before your throne until my final breath."
The king looked at him for a long time. His eyes tested him, as if trying to see whether this young man was worthy of the shadow of a legend like Oungan.
The King (in a deep voice):
"Oungan was more than just a knight… he was the Lion of the Kingdom. His fall was a weight no mountain could bear. And now… you come, Ragnar. Do you think you can carry this legacy?"
Ragnar raised his head, a sharp look in his eyes:
"I am not my brother… but the blood of Lionheart runs through my veins. I will fight even if my bones break, even if the earth rejects my breath, even if everyone betrays me. I will not fall before I bring down the last enemy."
The guards looked on in astonishment, some recalling Oungan in his features, while others whispered about the will of Poseidon and Semifel that had been delivered to the king.
Narrator:
"The Lionheart family… a noble house that was once one of the pillars of the kingdom, but had fallen under the weight of defeat and betrayal. And today… its last son stands in the hall of judgment, not as a shadow of his brother, but as a living legacy rising from the ashes."
The king rose from his throne, his voice echoing through the chamber:
The King:
"Ragnar… you have taken your brother's sword and his place before us. By the will of Poseidon and Semifel, and with the approval of this crown… from this day forth, you will be the commander of our armies, and the guardian of this throne."
Ragnar knelt lower, but lifted his head with firm resolve, his eyes blazing with determination:
Ragnar:
"I swear… to protect Belhath until my final breath. To never let my brother's blood be spilled in vain. The sword of Lionheart… will remain aflame as long as it rests in my hand."
The king placed his hand on his shoulder, declaring in a loud voice:
The King:
"From this day, the Lionheart name returns to the ranks of the nobility, and Ragnar shall be the sword of the kingdom, and its first shield."
The hall shook with applause and cheers. The name Ragnar Lionheart was declared to the world, not as a secondary brother, but as a commander standing today before the king… and as the personal guardian of his throne.
Next Scene: Dialogue with the Dragons
The sky above the forest was still heavy with the aura of Zigrid's mana zone, but the energy slowly began to fade as the dragons prepared to depart.
Zagoron, with his vast black wings and eyes burning like embers, half turned as he cast a cold, blade-like gaze at Hades:
Zagoron (mocking voice):
"Remember my words, boy… if you ever dare stand before me, I will leave nothing of you but ashes scattered by the wind."
The air around them thickened, but Hades stepped forward, clutching his fist tightly, his voice sharp though his body trembled slightly:
Hades:
"Your threats don't frighten me, you black lizard… when I become stronger… I will crush you beneath my feet, and make you regret every word you spoke."
A growl, filled with laughter and fury, burst from Zagoron's chest, like a fire feeding on his pride:
Zagoron:
"Stop calling me a lizard, you insolent brat! Crush me, you? Child, your strength isn't even enough to stir my appetite. But I'll wait… perhaps you'll ripen before the shadows devour you."
Thalgron, the White Dragon, turned to his brother with a faint smile, his gaze sharp yet curious:
Thalgron:
"Sometimes, brother, ambition is more dangerous than power itself."
At that moment, Zigrid erupted in roaring laughter, his voice shaking the ground as he fell to it clutching his stomach, his laughter echoing among the trees:
Zigrid (between laughter):
"Hahahaha! Zagoron… it seems you've found the one who'll break your stubborn pride one day! Just wait… wait until then, and you'll see whether his words are mere childishness… or a prophecy fulfilled!"
The air was filled with his laughter, while Zagoron only growled before spreading his dark wings to join his brother, who had already begun to ascend.
The sky split with white and black light as the dragons rose, leaving behind a heavy silence… and hearts blazing with resolve—especially that of Hades.