What Your Love Felt Like-The Dragon Saga

It was the middle of the night.

The Dragon Palace was shrouded in an eerie silence as the crystal waters of the lake surrounding it glimmered in the moonlight. The air was thick .

As if it was tensed with a sense of anticipation, as if something magical was about to happen.

Suddenly, the water on the lake began to ripple and swirl, as if something was stirring beneath the surface.

The dragons stirred in their slumber, their senses picking up the change in the air consistency of the Dragon Realm.

“What’s going on?” asked a young dragon, his scales bristling with excitement.

“I don’t know,” replied an elder dragon, her eyes fixed on the lake. “But I sense that something magical is happening.”

One by one every dragon in the kingdom began pouring in. They gathered around the lake, each looking at the other’s face with question in their eyes. Unable to make out what really was happening in front of them.

As they watched, a single stem began to rise from the center of the lake, reaching up towards the sky. As it rose, it began to blossom into a magnificent flower, its petals shimmering with a a superior glow of rainbow colours, reflecting all over the water droplets.

The dragons gasped in awe, their eyes fixed on the magnificent spectacle before them.

“It is the Crystal Petal Flower.

A rare and magical plant that blooms only once in a million years.”

Master announced as the crowd turned their heads towards him. The crowd parted as he made his way forward, walking solemnly towards the spot of the miracle.

As news of the bloom spread throughout the kingdom, the dragons flocked to the place. They gathered around the flower, each eager to catch a glimpse of its beauty and be a witness to the miracle. They whispered in hushed tones, wondering what magical powers the flower possessed and what wonders it might bring.

“It’s said that the Crystal Petal Flower brings great fortune and happiness to those who witness it,” said an elder dragon, her voice full of reverence.

“It’s a sign of good things to come,” added another dragon, his eyes fixed on the shimmering petals.

The place was buzzing with excitement as the Crystal Petal Flower began to bloom. Its petals shimmered in the moon light and emitted a sweet fragrance that filled the air. Dragons of all sizes and colors gathered around to witness this rare spectacle.

“Have you ever seen anything like this?” asked a young dragon, his eyes wide with wonder.

“No, not in my lifetime,” replied another elder dragon, probably his grandmother.

As the petals opened wider, a bright light shone from within, illuminating the entire palace. Suddenly, from the center of the flower, a figure began to emerge.

“It’s a dragon!” exclaimed another young dragon.

But as the figure emerged fully, the dragons gasped in shock.

“Is it really her?” whispered an old dragon, tears welling up in his eyes.

“It must be!” exclaimed a young dragon, a note of excitement in his voice. “The Crystal Petal Flower has brought her back to life!”

“This is truly a miracle,” said an elder dragon, her voice full of reverence. “The magic of the Crystal Petal Flower is beyond anything we can understand.”

As the dragons marveled at the sight before them, the petals of the flower began to fall, drifting down to the ground like snowflakes. The atmosphere was filled with a gentle melody as each petal touched the ground.

As the last petal of the Crystal Petal Flower fell away, the figure emerged from within, her scales shimmering in the light. She stood there for a moment, blinking in the bright light of the palace, her movements slow and uncertain.

At first, she seemed unsure of herself, almost like a newborn taking its first steps. Her movements were unsteady and unstable, and her scales seemed to shift and change as she moved.

But as she took a few tentative steps forward, her movements became more confident, and her features began to settle into place. Her scales shone with a bright and vibrant hue, and her eyes glimmered with a renewed sense of life.

The dragons watched in awe as she stepped out of the flower, her movements graceful and fluid a before. With each step, her scales seemed to become more vibrant and alive, shimmering in the light of the moon.

And as she stepped out of the flower completely, the stalk draped itself over her, like a fine silken garment. She stumbled a little at first, her feet unaccustomed to the solid ground after so many years . But she quickly regained her balance and stood tall, looking around at the dragons who had gathered to witness her rebirth.

“It’s really her,” whispered an elder dragon, her voice full of wonder.” It’s our Dragon Queen. “