The grand, dark chambers of the dragon council, usually quiet and empty in almost any situation, were suddenly alive with the sound of voices in an uproar, many demanding an explanation as to why they were called upon on such short notice. The great blue fire in the center of the room cast endless shadows of scale and claw upon the marble walls, a dancing display of angry elders, all looking to the bespectacled head of the council, who stood upon his circular podium, trying valiantly to bring his peers to some state of calm.
The anger within him at their refusal to listen grew within his body, their voices growing louder in his mind until he had no choice but to snap. Slamming his fist against the solid oak below him, he shouted “Damn it, this meeting will come to order!” his voice echoing through the walls of the chambers, and through the minds of the council around him. “We are the representatives of logic, peace, and intelligence among our people. Instead of this small bickering over what the human overseers will think at our disappearance for the matter of a few hours, we must listen to the facts, and decide what the fate should be for all our people. That is the oath that we swore some hundreds of years ago, and we must keep it for the good of our people, and our honor.” Pausing and looking amongst the eyes of his brethren, he noticed them slowly seem to calm, showing instead the order of which he spoke.
“To all members of the secret council,” he began again, “The reason you have been summoned is a very dire one indeed- after the destruction of our people on our home of Dragonia by the humans from the portals they themselves created, the royal family was slain by their weapons of incredible power. We did not know there were such weapons they carried, that could pierce our hearts and minds, causing fear and pain amongst us all.”
“However, all was not lost- at the last second, the greatest of the dragon mages, Noratar himself, was able to study the portals these humans created, and made such a portal himself for the royal family to escape through. However, only one made it through- our good prince, Pulsar Milliniana. As soon as he entered the portal to a distant world, a group of human soldiers came and executed Noratar and the rest of the family, and no one else was able to enter the portal. With that, the humans enslaved us all, but we must fight on for the good of our people. Though there has been little hope of resistance so far, we now have a beacon of hope that may save us all.”
With a small wave of his hand, the great silver dragon summoned a viewing crystal above him, the endless luster of it radiating a warm glow. Slowly, a vision came through the glass, a cold fog giving way to a simple black dragon, his dark scales contrasted by his warm red eyes, showing his calm state, almost meditating in a land of mist and mountains. Letting the council take in the sight, the head of the council waited for their murmurs to subside, continuing in a hushed, warning tone. “I do not have to speak of who you see here; the telltale eyes and scales show that he is none other than our prince. Or rather, our king… he must be reunited with his people. Luckily, I have been watching the governments of the people of that planet. And I am proud to say, that our chance to fight against our supposed masters is coming upon us… to all the council, I urge you to watch and wait. For the time of bloodshed is almost upon us…”