Darche

In the expanse of the Capital of Skyno Kingdom, The Imperial Sky floated the Royal Palace standing on top of what looked like a cloud.

It was made pure white, shining in the bright Sun. It held the power to hold the gaze of anyone who looked at it.

It had some of the most powerful people guarding it, both openly and as well as shadow guards.

Not even a bird could flap its feather while escaping the keen eyes of these experts, thus making it one of the safest places in the whole of human domain.

But at this very moment, the same sturdy palace that was symbolic of hope for the citizens of Skyno was easily infiltrated as if it were nothing more than a garden meant for a stroll.

The one who held the strength to go about unnoticed around this safeguard was none other than the ancient dragon that had saved the world from its demise countless times along with his master.

Yes, it was none other than Darche who had come this way in search of Lenox.

'What's he doing here? Is it because he wanted to meet Stanford? But he died long ago; it's been more than six hundred years after all.'

Darche mused as he finally started to collect his thoughts, sensing Lenox closer and closer as he took each step, well, more like with each flap of its wings.

He was invisible to the eyes of all beings around; only the people at the apex of power would have been able to notice the dragon, but unfortunately, none of those powerhouses were present here.

The black dragon with shiny scales that were now broken in some parts held an otherworldly presence. But even in this weakened state, he still held the power that could rival one of the strongest.

Just his presence alone was enough to kill all those little small fries in the area.

But of course, our benevolent Darche had his strength fully under control.

Contrary to his thoughts of meeting Lenox in a throne room or somewhere important, he sensed Lenox's presence coming from a small palace that was by no means suitable for someone of Lenox's status.

Even though the dragon didn't know Lenox's new identity, the Lenox of the past was the greatest presence in human domain itself, totally not someone who could be ignored or mistreated.

Meanwhile, Light was already anticipating the arrival of his familiar, having sensed his presence as well.

He had long told Arya not to disturb him as he paced impatiently around his room. The peaceful atmosphere out in the garden did nothing but increase his anticipation, making him more impatient.

Then he saw it, a presence that none of the people present could detect was clearly visible in his eyes.

He opened the window wide open as what felt like a breeze swept in, making him close the window quickly after.

He felt his breath quicken, his heart slamming right against his chest. He slowly but surely turned around, his silver eyes meeting the darkish blue eyes of his dragon.

"Le...Lenox," he heard Darche say, clearly trying to recognize him in this new look.

"It's me...," Lenox replied under his breath but of course, a dragon could hear it perfectly well.

Just these words, and the next second, the body of the Prince was slammed against the shrank body of the dragon, his paws holding him in place, absorbed in the embrace.

For Light, who had just awakened his memories, the separation was for at most 5 years, the time since his rebirth, but for Darche, it had been more than six hundred years.

It was an amount of time he himself didn't know that he could endure.

At the moment, the usually cold and chill dragon was emotional like never before, making Light completely shocked, but he soon understood and hugged his old friend tighter.

After who knows how long, the pair finally got a hold of themselves.

The dragon gave a good look at Lenox's new appearance as he said, "Lenox, this is..."

"Light, Lunar Light Stanford, the Second Prince of Skyno. My new name, my new identity," Light interrupted him as he introduced himself to his dragon, leaving him with a mouth hanging open.

Then he started recounting all the stuff that happened so far, his rebirth, his new life, and finally his regaining of memories, telling each thing with complete detail.

Darche was once again given a big shock before his body started to emit a small, very small amount of killing intent which he tried to suppress as he asked, "Did anyone dare hurt you?"

Hearing his friend's low, calm voice, Light understood his inner turmoil as he calmed him down.

After Darche stabilized a little, Light finally asked the question that had been ticking his mind since the hour his memories returned.

"How did I die, Dar? What happened?," he knew that his death was not simple, but he didn't have a single clue about what occurred.

As if he wasn't shocked enough today by all the strange things, Darche bombed at him,

"I don't know. Actually, no one knows it yet. You just suddenly stopped breathing as your body scattered like dust as I felt our connection breaking. I truly thought that you died, Lenox, no Light."

Light knew that he had given his friend trauma, but he was far more shocked by the revelation that his all-seeing dragon didn't know the reason.

He was aware that Darche had gotten considerably weaker because of his death, but this was something that he felt like he couldn't believe.

Sensing the emotions of Light through their bond, Darche tried lightening the mood.

"But I would have never thought that you'd be reborn as Stanford's descendant. Hahahaha!!!! I wish I could see the smug look of Stanford. Hahahaha!!!!!"

Hearing Darche's amused laugh, Light started to laugh himself, mocking himself.

"Yeah, that bastard would surely put on a smug face saying see the power of my seed. PFFF!!!! HAHAHAA!!!"

"Hey, you're a kid now. Mind your language, dear Prince!!! Hahahaha"

Finally, the atmosphere became light, making the reunion of old friends a happy moment.

Of course, none of them were aware of the future that was to come, and even if Light were aware, he would've surely still chosen the difficult path because that path had him.