Pilot: Vengeance achieved a Legacy Rekindled

  My name is Raven. I am a fire dragon, and on this day I can happily say that I have avenged my father. Let me explain. You see, my father, as well as my entire family, was killed by a group of humans armed with Wyrm Slayer weapons. Those are specially designed weapons made for killing dragons.

  I was just an egg. A servant was able to secure my safety along with the skull of my father. When I was old enough, my father’s soul was able to communicate with me. He told me of my fate and what I needed to do.

  The humans who killed my family chose to stay in my family's temple and made it into a base. I trained for 60 years until I was ready. I then single-handedly brought them all down low, and I baptized the entire temple in a cleansing flame.

  I am a Dragon of Fire. My scales are a bright crimson with indigo blue undertones. My wings are made of flame. My eyes are a soft pink. My hair is as black as night.

  With my home reclaimed, I sat upon the throne, and suddenly I felt a surge of mana rise to the heavens. I then passed out.

  I awoke to a strange feeling. I then left the temple. Following the feeling, I came across a small reptilian creature. It bowed before me.

  Raven: What are you, creature?

  Kobold: I am a Kobold, my lord. I lived alone in a hovel not too far from here. I only left because I felt the return of the Crimson Bloodline. My family was in service to them.

  Raven: So your predecessors once served my family, is what you're saying?

  The Kobold looked up to me and smiled.

  Kobold: Yes, then you are of the Crimson bloodline. Please, your highness, allow me to serve you.

  Raven: Ok, what is your name?

  Grom: My name is Grom, your highness. Please lead me to your temple so I may begin to serve.

  I then led Grom back to the temple. I now had a Kobold serving under me, and I turned to Grom and asked how he planned to do all the work himself. Grom became blushy, and he turned to me and said

  Grom: My lord, um. Are you aware of how Kobolds procreate?

  Raven: No, I do not care to share.

  Grom: We Kobolds are hermaphrodites by birth; normally we can procreate with each other, but there is another way.

  Raven: Which is

  Grom: Well, the bodily fluid from a dragon can do the same thing.

  I stared at Grom for a few short moments before kneeling down and planting a kiss on Grom’s head.

  An intricate series of runes began to appear on Grom's skin; they began to shine like the sun. Grom then ran inside the temple, and I followed behind him. Grom then ran into a room. When I got inside, he was hard at work making a makeshift nest, and what happened next was Grom laying at least 9 large eggs half his size. Grom then came over to me and gave me a happy but confused look.

  Grom: Your highness, you have gifted me a mighty boon, but why did you bestow your boon so freely?

  Raven: I need help; besides, it’s just a kiss; there’s nothing major about it.

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  Grom: But, your Highness, a kiss is the greatest kindness my kin are allowed. You could have spit on me, and I would have been just as pleased.

  Raven: Grom I was raised to give respect to others until they show me that they don’t deserve it, and spitting on others is the lowest form of disrespect that I will never do to anyone else.

  Grom put both of his hands together and looked to me like i was the greatest thing ever i then told Grom that i was going to go hunting Grom Promised me that he would stay inside the Temple i also told him to lock the door behind me just as a precaution

  I then left the temple and began to look for game. I managed to bring down two deer and a boar. I dragged them back to the temple and brought them to the room. When Grom opened the door, I saw there were now 9 new Kobolds. When they saw me, they all gathered around me and bowed. Grom was the only one standing.

  Raven: Grom, did the eggs hatch?

  Grom: They did, Your Highness. I am happy to say they are completely ready to serve.

  Raven: How can that be? They were just born.

  Grom: Ah, your Highness, that is the utility of us Kobolds. We grow rapidly from the moment we hatch; we are ready to serve our masters. Do not worry; I have already taught them all they need to know.

  I then brought in the boar and the deer, and I began to cook them. Upon closer inspection, these Kobolds were the size of household cats. Grom was hard at work teaching the others proper etiquette and how to conduct themselves when around me; meanwhile, I was cooking the catch. Soon we all began to eat. Grom got next to me and began to tell me about the role of a Kobold.

  Apparently among the Dragon race, Kobolds are seen as a servant-class species. They mainly serve high dragons like myself, which among dragon communities, royal dragons are the highest class.

  Soon all 11 of us had finished eating, and I went to find a place to sleep. Meanwhile, Grom led the other Kobolds into a massive cleanup crew; they wanted to make this place into a proper temple worthy of my greatness.

  That was their way of saying it, not mine. The next morning I felt the same strange feeling that drew me to Grom; only this time it was much closer. I got up and went outside, and at the temple steps was a Lindwyrm and a Wyvern.

  A Lindwyrm is a type of dragon but with a snake-like body. This one was the size of a reticulated python. His underbelly is soft pink, and his back is covered in blue plated scales. His head is really dragon-like. He bows before me.

  I then look to the Wyvern; she is about as tall as a 7-foot human. She’s incredibly young; I would place her in her early 20s. Compared to humans, she has light blue skin. Her wings have shades of pastel green and pink. She has raptor-like feet as well as two feather-like ear fins on her head. The last thing of note about her is her colorful cream-yellow and soft pink feather-lined tail.

  Raven: Why are you two here? I’m trying to sort things out here.

  Lindwyrm: that is why we are here your highness we have come to Join your horde

  Raven: I see, but why though?

  Lindwyrm: You see, the two of us were visited by the spirit of a Crimson Regal Dragon. He told us to come here and aid his son.

  Raven: For future reference, is this normal for Dragonkind?

  Timid Wyvern: It actually is the spirit of a dragon. It is incredibly strong; it will stay in the physical world for long periods of time. In your father’s case, he’s trying to give you all the support he can, and you may be getting more guests when your Draconic Spire rises in power.

  Raven: I see, so care to inform me what a Draconic Spire is?

  The Lindwyrm then explained that a Draconic Spire is a spire of Draconic energy that only those of the Draconic race can see. The Lindwyrm went on to say that since my father was killed, the Spire’s power had greatly diminished, but I could rekindle it.

  The Lindwyrm and Wyvern soon asked to join my horde, and I was all for it, but apparently a ceremony had to be done to make it official. This was something the Lindwyrm was knowledgeable about. The three of us then went towards the throne room.

  The Lindwyrm then told me to sit on the throne, and then I had to concentrate my mana into the throne itself. I had never used my magic in that way, mainly because I had been training myself for taking revenge, but if I wanted to restore my father’s good name, this was something I would have to do.

  I sat on the throne and closed my eyes. I began to imagine a spark of fire growing bigger and bigger until it grew into an inferno. I suddenly began to feel hot. When I opened my eyes, the entire throne was surrounded by a crimson aura. Soon, Grom and all the other Kobolds gathered in the room. I then felt a great amount of mana rise, and soon I stood up, feeling like I could take down a god.

  Then right before my eyes the Spirit of my Father appeared in his full glory he placed his hand on my shoulder and smiled before moving on to the next life.

  It became abundantly clear I was home.

  End of Pilot