Night after night, kilometer after kilometer, exhaust for no spilled blood. The blue moon graced the forest with a dim blue. Racing across around the world like the chariot and wolves. The electro dragon carried the unconscious damsel of time across the skies. His eyes constantly looking behind, scanning for the shine of death that would consume the both of them if he stopped.
There was no time to stop and no place to rest. The mightiest race that once ruled an empire, a race that was at the top of the food chain was now prey.
Dragons had a bottomless pit of stamina being able to move for days without resting or eating. But the man chasing them was no dragon, he was just a human.
Even though he was a mere human, he didn't stop his pursuit for a single second. His muscles must be tattered yet he kept moving on.
Wolte had to get back to isles of Guilt no matter what. If he could just unite with the other dragons, he would win.
A wind carrying the shine of silver carressed the dragons' necks. For a split moment he could see his own reflection as a blade flew right infront of his eyes.
"Freeze."
Wolte bit down onto Isadora's arm and used his other hand to slice off his frozen arm before it shattered.
He desperately held onto Isadora as he tried to get away. But as he observed the moon he saw it was awfully bright. In front of the two dragons was no moon. It was a cluster of silver reflecting the light.
"Shatter."
The gigantic clump of metal exploded with the energy so extreme it burned down the forests and scorched the bedrock.
"Well…would you look at this."
A child stood infront of the crisp body of Wolte who had shielded his queen from incineration.
"You smell like dragon bacon yucky."
A blade of silver grazed the child's neck but he moved away.
"Hey! I'm just a kid!"
A deathly stare burned into their dragons.
"You are no child, dragonoid."
The child shrugged his shoulders. Eventually the moon light shone over them. A child with black stripes along their entire body stood there next to Wolte and Isadora. His hair being black as the night and his hands looked like he had submerged them in ink.
"Let me introduce myself as one of the Dra…"
His head flew off and his body got immediately filled with silver before shattering into hundreds of bits after the Silver Saint put his palm against his stomach.
Isadora's eyes were filled with moonlight as she felt burning flesh against her body. A shriek from a woman echoed through the forest as she saw the charred body of her servant.
"Heed me world…"
"As if I would let you."
A sword made out of silver plunged into her chest and started to freeze her innards.
"Heed… me…"
A hand grabbed onto the Silver Saint's feet. The Saint's body shook violently as it was filled with electricity. But having grabbed the silver body the dragon started to freeze and eventually his hand shattered but it was enough for his queen.
"Heed me world… rewind."
20…15…10…5
The child who was standing there finally realized the severity of the situation.
"Holy shit… I actually died."
He looked at the Silver Saint who came at him the moment time had been rewound.
The child's black hands touched the two dragons and they were instantly transported back to the guilt Isles.
"Transportation general!"
Two guards stood and saluted as the child materialized in the room.
Breathing heavily the boy threw his military hat onto the rack before telling that the time monarch has returned safely.
The two dragon guards carried away Wolte and Isadora away for recuperation.
A short girl with glasses watched as Isadora and Wolte were taken away. She ran down the corridor to meet up with the transportation general.
She had short purple hair and was wearing a military uniform. The girl saluted the boy before requesting information about the time monarch.
The little boy sighed before inviting the girl over for some tea while they talk it out.
Sitting in her lap the boy kicked his legs as he sipped on some tea.
"So what happened?"
"Being the curious cat I am, I decided to patrol around a bit…"
"You were skipping out on your duties weren't you…"
The girl slapped him on his head with a pouty huff.
"Sorry sorry, Glei," he said in a childish tone.
"That's general Glei for you!" She pouted.
Out in the burning forest the Silver Saint stood completely still in the fires. Blood filled his lungs as he coughed. More blood poured out of his mouth as he vomited. The exhaustion finally setting in after all the adrenaline had dissipated.
He fell to his knees as blood poured out of every crevice. The pain he physically felt meant nothing for him. He had once again failed to slay the dragons. He let them escape. He slammed the ground, shattering the ground which filled with silver repeatedly until his hands were unrecognizable.
He fell face first into the ground. His body finally having given up after everything.
"I swear I will hunt you…"
The Silver shattered into dust and scattered into the wind.