As the clock struck midnight, in swam the Merfolk Monarch, with a giant bubble of floatier, grag the elven pace with his esteemed presence.
Queen Tashr, in all her wisdom and benevolence, had issioned a grand aquatic chamber, ensuring it was fully roofed - because, you know, of course, merfolk tend to have a thing for water.
And wouldn't you know it, just when you thought one royal guest was enough for the night, in sauntered a majestic Ali in the wee hours of the m.
Of course, the Ali was given the same styled vish aodations as the taur Tribe Chief, because, clearly, equine creatures must stick together in their -designed chambers.
As for the dragon… well.
“Is Isaiah not hither yet?” Man asked in the m as she walked down the corridor to the assembly.
Tashr, who followed her closely, shook her head. “We did foresee him to arrive anon.”
“He is ne’er oo be tardy. Perewhat hath transpired,” Man muttered.
Tashr ughed. “What mishap could betide the stro dragon this world hath ever witnessed?”
Man took a deep breath. “Thou art right. I am too impatient.”
As the grand double doors swung open, announg the entranan Le Fay, the inal Saint, and the Elveashr Reyrie, the assembly hall buzzed with anticipation.
The room was a veritable menagerie of mythical beings, each more illustrious tha. Could it get any more dramatic? Brace yourselves for the mythical meet and greet.
There stood the Dwarf King Wekkoun Anville, his regal beard practically brushing the floor and could probably double as a royal rug, as he exged a knowing nod with a majestic ali who exuded an air of superiority, Eos Kirmizi.
The taur Great Tribe Chief Adroros Borion towered over the crowd, his expression a mix of stoicism and pride.
In a er, the Beastkin Sn, a female Weretiger named Selen Btle, purred softly as her minotaur husband Theor stood protectively by her side. The Werewolf Alpha King Onulph Sam exuded an aura of dominance, his pierg gaze surveying the room with a wolfish hunger.
The vampire father-daughter duo of Cardinal Vd and Salsabel Walchia stood in a shadowed alcove, their pale faces betraying ion as they observed the gathering with an air of detached curiosity.
And near a shimmering floating blob of water, the Merfolk Monarch Aidyl Navarre, resple in fins and scales, added a touch of aquatic grace to the eclectic mix.
It was a sight to behold, this gathering of mythical beings, a veritable circus of poolitics. And in the midst of it all, Man and Tashr Reyrie stood, their presenanding attention and respect amidst the colorful tapestry of creatures that surrouhem.
"Wele, my friends. It’s been too long. How delightful to see you all again after millenias of uninterrupted 'me time'. Thank you, sky disturbance, fing us here," Man said in the on tongue.
The mythical beings all turowards her and obediently k, including the esteemed Five Elven Tribe Elders and the revered Queen Tashr.
"Sihis room has the prestigious seal of approval from the world tree, feel free to prattle on in your native tongues. I know some of you have brushed up on your on, like the Dwarfs and the Vampires, but fear not, we've got transtion covered," Man said.
As she spoke, a majestic golden pot holding a dainty miniature tree gracefully desded from the sky.
When one envisioned a world tree, one might expeething truly awe-inspiring. Grand and majestic, perched atop a lush hill…
Yet, in this world, our world tree was... petite. Every bonsai parent would squeal. It was in a perfect symbollic shape that had been groomed by the horticultural elite; small but oh so sophisticated, demure, nothing else could pare to its elegand charm.
“The us begin.”
CRASHH!!!
As the assembly of mythical beings marveled at the miniature world tree desding gracefully, a sudden crash shattered the tranquility.
The gss ceiling exploded into a shower of shimmering shards as a figure dramatically barged in, creating a grarahat even the most dramatic soap opera stars would envy.
The humanoid creature's enting appearance held an air and nonce, as if she owhe very space she invaded.
Dragon horns adorned her head like a , emphasizing her regal demeanor. With light blue hair tumbling around her shoulders ailian eyes glinting in an amber hue, she exuded a dangerous allure that left the onlookers both captivated and wary.
“NYAHAHAHAHAH!”
A maniacal ugh escaped her lips, filled with the kind of mischief that promised trouble of the gra scale. The echoes of her ughter reverberated through the room, mingling with the astonishment and apprehension of those gathered.
“Nayanika is here~!”
She surveyed the assembly with a smirk, her gaze flickering with undisguised amusement at the stunned expressions before her. This dragon-like creature seemed to thrive on chaos and revel in disrupting the peaceful proceedings, her very presence a challeo the established order.
“Oh, we meet again, Miss inal Saint~ I heard you got married!”
With an imperious tilt of her head, she spoke in a voice ced with sardonic amusement, her words dripping with sarcasm that cut through the tension like a dagger.
"So this is why you were te, Isaiah," Man smiled at Nayanika.
The woman looked at her fused. “Yep! I was the one who held him! Undagi and Rinai are fag him right nyaow! Oops~ I wasn’t supposed to say that! I mean~ Isaiah is sid couldn’t attend!”
Man chuckled. “You have been through quite a lot, then, Isaiah?”
Nayanika blinked, frowned, and poi herself. “Why do you keep addressing him?! It’s Nayanika whht in front of you!”
The female dragon suddenly felt a chill as a tall shadow of a man emerged behind her. Wheurned, she saw him — "I… Isaiah...?”
Isaiah stood at 7 feet tall, with long bck hair reag the floor, and a pair of horns, one broken. His amber reptile eyes gazed down at Nayanika, while two male humanoid dragons y unscious, being carried by him like two sacks of potatoes.
"Thou thought thy two little boyfriends hold me, child?" Isaiah asked coldly.
Nayanika became pale.
"Stand thee in the er," Isaiah anded with his superion tongue. As he threw the two male dragons around the mentioned er, Nayanika dejectedly faced the wall.
Man, meanwhile, effortlessly repaired the shattered mess with a mere wave of her hand. As for the poor souls in the room, their facial expressions remained frozen in a futile attempt to prehend the spectacle before them.
Some of them were younglings who only heard the legendary figures of days gone by from… well, legends – such as Isaiah, the Dragon of the East, and Vd, the Vampire of the West.
“Once agai us begin,” Man said as she took the lead seat. Cardinal Vd and Isaiah sat on her right a, as she was the north star.
"Ah, how nostalgic," Vd muttered, a wistful look in his eyes. "The only member who isn't here is Merlin..." he mused, his voice trailing off as he gazed into the distance.
Man's eyes flickered at his words, her expression briefly clouded.
In a soft tone, she addressed the room, "I have something important to share with all of you ter. But for now, let's direct our attention to the matter before us. Allow me to introduce my husband."
As the double doors swung open with a foreboding creak, a man of ominous preseepped through the threshold. His demeanor was as cold as the chill that seemed to follow him, sending shivers down the spines of those gathered.
Each calcuted step he took echoed through the room and corridor, heavy, a menag rhythm from the metal heels that seemed to announce his arrival with an air of authority and danger.
He opened his lips, introdug himself.
"Caliburn Soulnon Pendragon, son of Arthur Souljust Pendragon,"
The sed sword of Arthur, fed and birthed by her than the Lady of the Lake, Nimu?.
Excalibur.
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Caliburn is Latin for Excalibur. Excalibur is the french version.
