What Your Love Felt Like-The Dragon Saga

POV of the mythical bird, associated with death and prophecies-

I am Gamayun. Just a regular bird out in the sky of the mighty dragon realm. As I soared high in the sky, I could see the realm stretched out beneath me. Today, another Royal Dragon funeral was taking place, but it was not like any other I had seen before. The atmosphere was thick with grief and sadness, and even the clouds seemed to have turned a somber shade of grey. The air felt heavier around the palace as if it had covered itself with a cloak of sorrow.

However, the deceased was not even a dragon, but a human woman named Liana, who had become the accidental mate of Dragon Lord Draco. She had sacrificed her own life to save him from the Ivory Blade, and her act of bravery had left a deep impact on all the dragons present here.

The funeral pyre has been erected in the center of the open field, and it towered high into the sky. The pyre was made of the finest woods and adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the rich history of the realm. Surrounding the pyre , we’re hundreds of dragons, each of them adorned in their darkest garbs of mourning.

They had their metals on themselves. It was a sign of mourning that they carried around, all along the mourning period.

Draco was next to the pyre, his face a mask of stoicism, but I could sense the deep pain and sorrow that he was trying to hide. He was the Dragon King, feared by all, but today, he looked like a broken man. His little son, Damian, was standing beside him, his tiny hand clutched tightly in Draco’s grasp. I could see the grief etched on his face, and he kept reaching out for his foster mother, who was no longer there to hold him.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The funeral rites began with a solemn chant that filled the air with reverberating echoes of the dragons’ voice. Their voices rose and fell in perfect harmony, their words reflecting off the pyre and echoing across the realm again and again. The chant told the tale of Liana’s bravery and sacrifice, and how she had won the hearts of all the dragons.

The pyre was then lit by Draco and Damian. They breathed on it together but , right after that, Damian fell on the ground sobbing inconsolably as I spied Draco, fighting hard to hold back those tears. Flames leapt high into the sky. The heat was intense, and I could feel it even from the distance at which I was flying. The dragons bowed their heads in respect as the flames consumed Liana’s body, and tears flowed freely from their eyes.

Draco remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the flames. I could sense the pain and anguish that he was going through, and my heart went out to him. His love for Liana was pure and true, and her loss had left a gaping hole in his heart.

As the pyre burnt, the dragons continued their chant, their voices growing louder and more powerful with each passing moment. The chant spoke of hope and the promise of a new dawn, a time when the pain and sorrow of this day will be forgotten. But nobody knew it would be how long.

As the last embers of the pyre died out, the dragons bowed their heads once again in respect. They had paid their last respect to Liana, a human who had earned their love and admiration.

Draco stood tall, his gaze still fixed on the ashes of the pyre.

I circled around the place for a few more times, finally when I saw Draco lift his head. He looked right at me and it kind of caught me off guard. Startled and frightened, I flew off from the spot for my dear feathers.

No matter how lifeless his eyes looked at the moment, I knew that he would know how to smile once more.