3 II[The Siblings]
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In a flat grassy field. 2 figures could be seen running towards a small creature that seems to be a small dragon.
"Hahahaha!! You're still slower than me little brother!"
The petite pink haired girl, teased her little brother, who was just a few feet behind her.
"Ha! That's because you're cheating!"
The green haired, golden eyed child yelled, as he pointed at his older sister's feet.
"Oh? Hehehehe~"
WOOOSH!!
"W-wait!"
The older sibling, named Milim. Applied energy unto her legs and blasted through the air. While her younger brother, Milir, who was stunned for a moment, also did the same to catch up to her.
"Guruuu!!"
A cute little roar came out of the little dragon, as Milim hugged their pet dragon, Velgaia, tightly.
"Sister! You're unfair!"
Milir approached Milim as he increased his speer, with the intent to tackle his older sister.
"Hahaha!! Come! Come!"
"Guruuu?"
Milim put Velgaia down on the ground as she pounded he fists together, while taunting her little brother.
"Ha!"
"Hmph!"
BOOOOOOM!!
A strong gust of wind resounded through the forest, as the 2 siblings clashed their fists together, creating a loud explosive sound.
"Guruuuu!!"
Velgaia was about to be blown away, however it was still able to stay put, due to the wings on its back, stabilizing the violent wind.
"Take this!"
Milir threw a straight right punch, towards Milim's mid-section.
"I don't think so~"
Clasping her hands, Milim threw a double fisted hammer strike on Milir's head.
"Huh!?"
BOOM!!
"Eh?"
As the dust settled, Milim was suprised not seeing her little brother on the ground.
SWISH!!
Milim reacted just in time, as she ducked her head under a left side-chop, that was sent by her brother.
"That hurt sister!"
"Hahahaha!!"
Milir was throwing strike after strike while complaining about his sister going overboard earlier.
Despite Milim being older, Milir was still on par with her when it comes to physical strength. Thus, he was able to keep up with Milim's movements.
After blocking and dodging multiple strikes from her brother, Milim charged a portion of her energy unto her fist.
"How about one final strike brother!"
"Fine!"
With those words said, the 2 twin siblings, charged only a portion of their energy unto their fist, as to not damage the place they were currently living in.
"Ha!
"Hmph!"
Blasting from the ground and through the air, the 2 twins created a spider-webbing crack on the ground.
BOOOOOOM!!
Their fists collided on each of their faces, as the 2 siblings were blasted away from each other.
"Guruuuuu!!"
"Eh? Velgaia?"
"Velgaia! Are you hurt!"
When the 2 siblings stood up from the ground, they were shocked to see that they have ignored their pet dragon throughout their spar. Thus, they made sure to see if Velgaia was not inflicted with injuries.
"Phew~ You're fine afterall!"
Milim hugged Velgaia as she spun around in circles.
"Ah! It's getting late now Milim!"
With a signal from her brother, Milim noticed that it was already approaching nighttime soon. Thus, the 2 kids went back to their safehouse within the forest.
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In a large chamber, a majestic throne could be seen, and infront of that throne was a long red carpet that stretched towards the entrance of the chamber.
"What did you say?"
The man sitting in the thrown leaned his head forward, as he looked at the knight kneeling before him.
"Loud explosive sounds have been heard throughout the nearby forest, your Majesty"
"Go on"
With a signal from his King, the knight began to recount the strange explosive sounds that his group of knights heard, during their usual monthly routine of taking rounds through the outside if the castle walls.
"I see.."
With a look of contemplation on his old face, the King of the Prussia Kingdom, turned his head towards his trusted retainer, who was standing beside the knight.
"If I may suggest ,your Majesty. This must be one of the few dragons that were fortunate enough to fly away from the Dragon's Peak"
Dragon's Peak. The residence of most dragons, it was quite rare to see a dragon so far away from its home. However, there have already been cases of a few dragons appearing in the neighbooring Kingdoms near Russia.
Thus, the King decided to get one for himself -- I would never lose them! -- such thoughts resounded in the King's mind, as he remembered his fellow King in the neighbooring Kingdom, bragging about his coat made of dragon skin.
He straightened his back, and looked at the knight kneeling infront of him.
"Ready your group, and proceed to capture the said dragon. I am giving you 1 week's time"
Such an order was given to the Knight, who joyfully agreed to his King's request.
"Yes Sir!"
The King of Prussia, just nodded at the exclamation of his subordinate, and with that. The Knight left the throne room.
"If I may be so bold, you Majesty. May I ask a question?"
The retainer, who looked like a 60 yr. old pope in white robes, spoke up, as he looked towards his King.
"Go ahead"
With a wave of his hand, the King gave the retainer the permission to speak.
"What are you planning to use the dragon for, your Majesty?"
Hearing his retainer's question. The King leaned on his throne, as he looked towards the ceiling with a smirk.
"What I would do? Hahahaha!! Isn't it obvious old friend! I would forge the strongest and most indestructable armor in the west!"
The King declared loudly, as the retainer who heard this smiled, especially when he heard the words "old friend".
"Indeed. Indeed, you are right King Pussin"
Thus, the Kingdom of Prussia began it's countdown towards destruction.
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Meanwhile...
In a large white bed, Milir and Milim were sleeping with their pet dragon in the middle.
".....T..e...n..su...ra.."
Milir mumbled in his sleep.
It seems that his mind holds a secret that he doesn't even know.
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