The Last Son of Dragons
After Reyan's brutal victory, he walked silently back to the podium. On the balcony, Atta glanced at Princess Isha.
"I want to talk to him. I'll be back, okay?"
Isha smiled softly. "Alright. But don't forget—the next match is mine."
Atta froze mid-step. "...Huh?" His expression twisted in shock.
With a playful smile, Isha looked out at the arena. "Did you forget I'm a participant too?"
Atta stepped closer, sighing. "No, I didn't forget. Who are you up against?"
"A noble from your kingdom," Isha replied. "Kaiser. Third son of House Aacon."
Atta exhaled, shaking his head. "Kaiser, huh? Good luck. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Finally, Isha turned to him with a smile. Atta smiled back before leaving the balcony.
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Atta headed toward the stadium cafeteria, thinking to himself: Reyan's probably stuffing his face right now.
Sure enough, when he entered, he found Reyan with all his wounds mysteriously healed, munching on a sandwich.
Atta raised an eyebrow, walking over. "Oi, idiot. Congrats on the win."
Reyan glanced up and grinned. "Thanks, bro. You too—you did great out there. Congrats on your first victory."
Atta sat down beside him. "Yeah, yeah." He noticed Reyan chewing happily. "...You want to share that sandwich?"
Reyan laughed. "You want some?"
"Nah," Atta shook his head. Then he narrowed his eyes. "But hey—you told me you were a pink core Earth mage. Didn't see you using any Earth magic out there."
Reyan smirked. "My opponent didn't push me hard enough to make me use it."
Atta chuckled. "Cocky bastard."
"Hey, a win's a win," Reyan grinned, taking another bite.
Atta waited until he finished, then leaned in. "Alright, but explain this—how the hell did your wounds heal so fast? Healing magic doesn't work that quickly."
Reyan nearly choked on his food, coughing as if caught. "T-That? Uh—well—you see—"
Atta cut him off, his tone sharp. "You're hiding something."
Reyan sighed, lowering his sandwich. "Alright… but you have to promise this stays between us."
Atta nodded. "Fine. Go on."
Reyan inhaled deeply, then whispered, "I'm… half dragon."
Atta froze. His eyes widened. "...What? What the fuck did you just say?"
Reyan's gaze dropped. "My mother was a dragon. My father… an angel."
Atta darted his eyes around, making sure no one else overheard. "Impossible. All the dragons were wiped out a hundred years ago."
Reyan's voice grew heavier. "I know. My mother's gone too. That's why… I'm the Last Son of Dragons."
Atta sat back, breathing slowly. "So… can you turn into a dragon?"
Reyan clenched his fists. "Yes. But I lose control. I'm still too young to handle it."
Atta's eyes narrowed. "That explains your strength in hand-to-hand combat. Dragons have fifty times the physical traits of any normal species."
Reyan chuckled bitterly. "Exactly. I've been holding back my whole life."
Atta studied him for a long moment, then smirked faintly. "Since you trusted me with your secret, it's only fair I tell you mine."
Reyan tilted his head. "Your secret?"
Atta's expression hardened into ice. "I'm the prince of the Human Kingdom."
Reyan spat out his drink. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
But Atta didn't laugh. His voice dropped, cold and sharp. "Tell me, Reyan. Do you know why all dragons were slaughtered?"
Reyan's smirk faded. His face turned grim. "...Yes. I know."
Atta leaned forward, his tone low and deadly. "Because when they lost control, they became catastrophic in seconds. You just admitted you can't control your dragon form. That makes you a threat to every civilian alive."
Reyan stiffened, fists trembling. He stayed silent, meeting Atta's eyes.
Atta exhaled, his gaze still hard. "So tell me, Reyan. Should I kill you right now?"
For a long moment, silence hung between them. Then Reyan muttered, voice steady, "Do what you must."
Atta stared at him, then finally sighed. "...You were honest enough to tell me your secret. I'll let you live. But if you ever lose control, I'll be the one to end you."
Reyan's jaw tightened. "Then do what you have to do."
Atta stood, placing a hand on his shoulder. "For now, let's go. Princess Isha's up next—I'm not missing her fight. You coming?"
Reyan let out a long breath, then stood as well. "Yeah."
The two walked out together.
From the corner of the cafeteria, unseen, Luke Blackwood stepped out of the shadows. He had heard everything. A faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Prince Atta… already carrying such responsibility at his age. You truly are remarkable, my prince."
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To Be Continued.....