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After so long and after so many battles, the Tournament of Pleasure is finally over. Draykan had many triumphs during this event, but the final match ended much like his first encounter with his opponent Izon, with his defeat.

The dragon contemplates his journey and his failure. He sits on the edge of the roof of the Tournament Nexus, his arms folded over his chest, his eyes gazing over the great city of Anteronia.

Clarendala approaches him, sitting down beside the blue and gold dragon and resting her cheek upon his shoulder.

"You did really well, Dray," she says, wrapping her arms around his, softly brushing her hands over his scales. "It isn't anyone who can get to the grand finals of such a prestigious event."

"Prestigious, heh, more like just a show. Besides, I'm not worried about that." He unfurls his wings, wrapping one around Clarendala.

"No?"

"Nah, after Tik Tik told me about the true nature of the Tournament, well, my opinion on my place in it changed." He scoots back and stands up, taking Clarendala with him. "Why don't we go check on the others, huh?"

Inside his room, the rest of Draykan's hoard awaits him. Estrasa and Galenna sit around, reading and partaking in wine. When the dragon returns, they stand up before him, Estrasa with reverence and Galenna hovering right in front of him.

"Heeey, Drayky," the elf says, clasping her prosthetic hands together. "How are you feeling? Do you need to blow off some steam?"

"No, I'm fine for now," he says, patting her on the shoulder, giving her a nice firm squeeze. "But maybe later." He blinks, scanning the room. "Where's Cithyth?"

Estrasa shrugs. "She said she had to go to the Dragon's Council. They called for her."

"The council," Draykan mutters, stepping over to the back of the room. There, an egg rests, wrapped in warm blankets. Draykan places his hand upon it and nods. "Well, if she's still working with them, perhaps it's best we've parted ways. I have a responsibility now," Draykan says. "I'm a father, and I'm going to be a father again soon, I'm sure of it." He smirks, looking over towards the women. "I need to be there for my family. It's funny. For the first time in a long time, I want to just settle down and enjoy what I have."

Clarendala frowns. "So, you're not going to chase down the council and make them pay for messing with you?"

He covers the egg with its blanket, patting it. "Oh I plan to, but they, and I, are dragons. I have a long time to plan and prepare. In the meantime, though, I need to establish a more permanent home... A place for my kids, you all, and any more that come from my travels. I can't force you to keep wandering with me, that's unfair."

"Wait just a minute, Drayky," Galenna says, floating on up in front of him, hands reattaching, placed upon her hips. She taps her foot, puffing her cheek. "There's no way I'm letting you go on your own again."

"And I have so much more I have to learn," Estrasa says, "before I can fully be rehabilitated."

"I can stay behind," Clarendala says. "Motherhood is all a part of me, and this child of yours is my sibling. I should be the one to take care of it, should it hatch before you come back."

Draykan huffs. "Do I really want to be absent for the hatching of my child just to teach someone a lesson?"

"No, you shouldn't be," Estrasa says. "Send Galenna and me out to take care of the council."

"I can only endure being away from you if you send me on an important quest," Galenna adds."

"That so?" Draykan remarks. "Well, let's get out of here first of all, and then we can figure out what we're going to do next."

Leaving Anteronia is no big deal in a physical sense. The dragon pushes through the tides, holding onto his women in his strong arms as he parts the sea of people. However, the moment the party exits the main lobby, Draykan is surrounded by fans and reporters, all of them clamoring for him. They shouldn't care about him. He didn't win. He wasn't the main star of the Tournament and never would have been. No, he has his own adventure that he shall be the main character of, and that story is one that he will want to begin right away.

Once outside, he flies off. Clarendala spreads her own wings. Estrasa grows her own, and Galenna just levitates, all following him out of the city and towards a brand new adventure, while he turned his head towards the sky and gave a smirk and a wink to the intruding eyes.

Meanwhile, in his arctic castle, the dragon Treandelode lounges and watches the scene through his viewing glass.

"Such a proud up-and-comer this Draykan is," he growls. "But he is an upstart, nonetheless. Someone ought to teach him a lesson in respect sometime."

A servant enters the room, bowing. "My master, we have received word that Timothy has perished. A search of his tower has yielded no results thus far in collecting his magnum opus."

The dragon yawns, dispelling the looking glass. "Well, send a lesser servant to examine the tower for clues."

"And the upstart, my master?"

"Let him have his fun for now. I have a feeling he deserves a victory every once in a while. Being so placated means he'll not stick his nose where it doesn't belong. We can't go around making new enemies at this juncture."

The servant bows. "Very good, my master."

With the servant gone, Treandelode sighs, conjuring up an image with the wave of his hand, with many dragons together in council. "Who would have thought your son would survive that nasty ordeal with the Zelbia cult, my old friend, or that he would be quite the player in this game?"