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"Well, it surely was a pleasure to finally meet you in real life, princess", the older dragoness smiled at the young human women.

"Please, call me Lillian", the princess responded with a kind smile.

The older dragon pair smiled back at her (not that she could have noticed, as it is hard for a human to notice a dragon's smile). "Well Lillian, I'm sorry to say that we must go now, we must tend to many of Malions little brothers and sisters", the older dragoness said.

If lightning could literally come out of someone's head, then Malion would have shot many lightnings in that moment. He was feeling more and more embarrassed by his parents. Why couldn't they've been a NORMAL older couple, happy with their children and all...

'Because it is not in their nature', Elision told him mentally.

'Oh great, now you're spying on me as well', Malion responded.

'Brother dearest, I wouldn't call it spying, just some friendly observation. As for your point, you need to remember why dragons came to this dimension in the first place...', Elision started to explain.

'Yes yes... I know...', Malion withheld himself from making an annoyed growl, 'the holy dragon emperor of all lizard kind, who happens to be the great prophet of the ancestors, had expunged our ancestors from the dragon society for being... less perfect', Malion repeated the lesson with which he was all too familiar with. He stopped even noticing what his parents were saying to Lillian.

'Oh brother dearest, it's so much more than being - quote - 'less than perfect' - unquote. It was our fall to hedonism really', Elision chuckled at his own remark.

'Brother, I know you are as smooth and slick as a serpent in every aspect of your life, but sometimes I can't bear that... As for your intended observation, I'll have you know that THEY did all the same things we did. The royal court had vast open raw SUPER orgies, while at the same time, they preached mating for life, they had a senseless obsession with all things raw, savage, brutal and manly and yet they were always enveloped in their endless search of the biggest vanity and refinement, or how they put it, 'fabulousness', so in short, they were the same thing we are', Malion at this moment felt like kicking them all out of his cave and going to sleep.

'But brother, even if I agree with you, with all my heart, you still fail to understand, NO ONE knows why they banished us. The dragons that remained, all did the exact same thing we are doing... well, most of them that is', Elision got deep in the historical debate.

"Malion, are you here?", Lillian snapped the small dragon out of his trans.

"O-of course I am!", he quickly responded, trying to compose himself.

"Oh, don't mind him Lillian, he was just having a mental discussion with his brother, he never quite learned how to defend himself from psychic attacks, so anyone could hear him!", Malions father explained.

Malion fought the primal instinctive urge to put his head on the ground and cover his face with his hands, WHY were they doing this to him?

"Oh yes, I did forget that dragons can talk telepathically!", Lillian said with enthusiasm, but then realized something. "Malion... did you ever read my thoughts?", she asked as politely as she could.

"W-what!?! N-no never, I swear, honest!", Malion blushed deeply.

'Oh come on son! Don't have low self-esteem all your life! Build some confidence, for ancestors sake!', his father mentally encouraged him.

"I trust you Malion", Lillian answered coldly and crossed her arms. She did trust him, but she was annoyed by the fact, that he could infiltrate her mind whenever he wanted.

"Now as we said, we do apologise, but we do have many hatchlings to tend to", the dragoness said and with that, the two older dragons said their goodbye's and flew off, back to their home.

"I'll leave you two boys to get some rest after the battle, you are going to need it", Lillian shyly said her goodbye and left.

"Well, if you don't mind brother dearest, I'd like VERY much to sleep here tonight", Elision said with a sly look on his face.

"I KNOW you're going to do something sexual and I KNOW that I'm going to regret this, but I'll allow it", Malion said and turned his back on his brother, "just keep your penis away from my anus", Malion whispered to himself and Elision heard it, sending him into a episode of aroused snickering.

"Sleep wherever you want, just let me do the same...", Malion said as he went off to find the coziest place he could.

Elision looked at his brother with curious eyes.

"You know I don't have to be a expert psycher, to know what you are thinking, yes, this is why I left the dragon society to live alone... Dragons will always be dragons and I can't stand them", Malion said while he was lying down.

"No, it's not that, brother, I was just wondering, how does it come, that you were born as such, that you don't behave like a normal, mentally ill, sexually obsessed, testosterone driven, muscular and masculine dragon, like the rest of our species?", Elision asked without using his regular serpentine talk.

"Because! Brother dearest", Malion responded mimicking his brother, "while you all care about honor, sex, battle and stuff like that, which I have nothing against and in fact endorse myself, I find it DOWNRIGHT BORING, that I see the same things and live the same lifestyle over and over and over again, for the rest of my immortal life". The small dragon said it with some anger. "On top of that... I also feel incredibly humiliated whenever I'm with someone of my own species... Seriously, when I recall our days as hatchlings, I can't remember a single day when someone didn't call me out for a duel, just for the sake of fighting and proving their strength and honor, that or they just wanted me to have sex with them... I don't know about you, but I DON'T like it when someone asks me if can I lift my tail, so they could insert their penis in me", Malion let out all the suppressed anger he felt for his species at his brother, nearly shouting at him.

Elision just looked at him in awe, "well... I never knew you thought of it that way...", he sheepishly said.

"Wasn't it obvious...", Malion responded, looking for a comfortable place to lie down again.

"Well, tell me what is YOUR ideal life", Elision asked him.

"Now that I think about it, I DON'T KNOW. We are immortal so we can't die and that means we are not in a rush to do things before we perish, like mortals are, we need the barest minimum to live, seeing as we need little to no food and water... So I just simply... don't know...", Malion took back, not knowing what to think.

"Well, it looks like SOMEONE has a bad case of 'I don't know what to do with my life'", Elision mimicked the voice of his brother.

"Your childish comments don't unnerve me", Malion responded, letting out some smoke from his nostrils.

"I know I'm childish, but I'm nowhere near as childish as you, brother", Elision laughed at his own comment. "Well, care to try being a dragon with me showing you the fun part?", he asked, but Malion didn't respond. "Um... Malion", he walked up to his lying brother, only to see him sleeping.

'I must remember that he was not trained like the rest of us were, he tires out quickly and needs to sleep... Oh well, I have a gift for him which is SURE to get him out of his grumpy mood', Elision grinned as he thought of his plan.

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Lillian had just arrived to the village, when an arm gripped her suddenly from the dark and pulled her in one of the narrow dark allies, between two buildings. Lillian nearly screamed at the attack as she turned to face her attacker. She was very surprised and very relieved to discover it was Marian.

"Lady Marian! You nearly gave me a heart attack!", she said confusingly.

Marian was panting like she sprinted for an entire day without stopping, she was leaning on the wall and with one hand, she was holding herself beneath the belly. She was slightly drooling!

"Lillian, please help... You don't understand... I-I NEED him", Marian uttered the words.

"I beg your pardon", Lillian blinked.

"I NEED HIM", Marian shouted and grabbed Lillian's dress.

"W-who is he?", Lillian asked slightly scared

"HIM! THAT DRAGON!", Marian still shouted.

"W-who, Malion!?!", Lillian answered with a perplexed look on her face.

"No! The other one with him! The yellow one! We already agreed that Malion was yours!", Marian was still panting.

"Calm down!", Lillian gave her a slight slap. "Explain to me!", she yelled.

"I'm sorry Lillian", Marian tried to explain, "but I've tried EVERYTHING! Nothing is working", Marian still held on to the princess.

"Wha...?", Lillian tried to speak.

"The moment I saw the yellow one, the moment I woke up! I knew it! I knew he had to be mine, ever since then", Marian gasped for air, before continuing, "I couldn't rid myself of the urge, I've tried everything, I licked up all of Malions seed and your cum, hell, I even put some in my pussy, but I STILL-NEED-MORE! I-NEED-HIM!", Marian still held strongly to Lillian and pointed downwards.

"By Orgazmas!", Lillian gasped, there was a trail of cum right from where Marian had walked over from, she had apparently went out searching for the princess in this condition. "Shhh, don't worry, let me take care of you", She said and took Marion by the hand, slowly leading her back to her office.

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"Liura... I hate you and everything you stand for, but this is probably the best thing you had ever thought of!", Arthur said happily as he struggled to keep his eyes open. He was being lead by the hand towards his tent.

"Yes yes Arthur, I know you love me. NOW SHUT UP and go to sleep, no one can live with 8 hours of sleep per 3 days", she told him as she dragged him to his tent.

Once they were inside, he sat on his bed and he started to undress his armor. "While I'm grateful for giving me advice to leave Valorfar in charge of the troops and giving this whole army business a break by finally sleeping, I must admit, I aint that stupid, I know you are planning something, I know you for far too long to think otherwise, so whatever it is, just say it now to my face, before I go to sleep", He said with no anger whatsoever, seeing as he was too tired to think straight at that point.

Liura smiled herself, "I plan to finish the task I started 3 decades ago, by pouring this", she showed him a elegant elven made bottle, filled with sparkling blue liquid, "into your drinking cup, I know you like to drink mead in the morning whenever you can, from spying you all these years and don't worry, this is tasteless, so you wont taste it as you gulp down your mead like you usually do, nor will the mead change the magical and chemical properties of the potion." She leaned in, into his surprised face, "and you know the best part?", she smiled, "you won't remember this conversation", she whispered into his ear and giggled (a thing she rarely did), "or was the best part, that in the end, you will be grateful to me? Oh well, who cares", she said that and drew her blade with lightning speed, she then hit Arthur right above his left template with the hilt of the blade, causing him to fall into the bed like a timber falls down to the axemen's axe.

She took out a bottle of mead from her satchel, opened it and poured the contents of her bottle inside, the color of the mead was unaffected. She closed the bottle and put it on the desk which was close to the bed where a sleeping half giant laid. "Sweet dreams", she said and left the tent.

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"Well, this was fun... kind of sad, but fun", the young Bistri said as he finally found his cousin Mrgud Valorfar.

Valorfar, upon hearing those words, grabbed Bistri's shoulders and tossed him, pinning him down on the ground.

"FUN!", he shouted at him, "MEN DIED! NEARLY ALL OF THEM! THEIR CORPSES ROTTING AWAY AS WE SPEAK! AND THE ONES WHO LIVE, A LOT OF THEM ARE INFECTED BY SLINA AND BY THE SUGGESTION OF THE DRAGONS, WE MUST KILL THEM TO SAVE THEIR SOULS, NOW TELL ME THAT THIS WAS FUN ONCE AGAIN!", he shouted at his younger cousin, little bits of spit hitting the younger mans face.

"Ahahahah! Yes it was!", Bistri laughed, nearly causing Valorfars jaw to drop, "Mrgud, can you see, Orgasmas preaches that no one ever truly dies, but their souls are re-forged, meaning they can inhabit a new body, or at least that's how I understood the priests. And even if you don't believe the 'they-will-be-born-again-so-it-matters-little-that-they-died story', then think of this, if they didn't die, then their families would. Their deaths allowed people to live, even if they perished, wouldn't you yourself give your life away gladly, to allow others to live? Isn't that what we soldiers do? Don't get me wrong, I cried a river out just after the battle, when I saw a young boy crying under a rock, he was soon afterwards killed... I think... I never saw his body later on. Anyway, do I regret him dying? YES! TO ORGAZMAS'S HOLY SPIT, YES I DO! Would I give anything to bring those dead soldiers back to life? Yes, I would! Would I give anything to prevent this conflict from happening? YES, I DARN WOULD! BUT I CAN'T! THERE, I SAID IT! Are you happy now?! I just look at it this way, while I am sad that all this has come to past, WHY shouldn't I be glad? Our people are safe, we vanquished our enemies, we live to tell the tale, aren't all those things worth smiling? Answer me cousin", He looked at Valorfar with kind eyes.

The older man dropped his head, shifting his gaze from the youngling on the ground, his golden helmet not shining so bright in that moment, was it from the fact that there was no sunlight, or the fact that he was sad, I dare not say. He let go of Bistri and looked at him.

"This is why I wanted you to be a politician, you have an endless talent for speaking a lot and unlike the rest of the politicians, you actually make sense. As for your question, I must admit I was wrong and I realize it now. I think there are two types of soldiers, ones like me, who after the battle feel sad for the lives lost and those like you who feel happy for the lives saved", he told Bistri, who got up and was removing dirt from his armor. He approached him and grabbed his cheek.

"By orgazmas, when did you became taller than me?", he made a rhetoric question.

"You forget something Mrgud, I was hit by lightning and I was empowered and also became... like 'this'", Bistri pointed to his eyes and hair, "now come, let me buy you some ale and we can drink the sorrow away, while trying to explain the thunder that struck me", Bistri smiled and placed a hand on his cousins shoulder. "I bet it was Orgazmas aiding us", he said.

Unkown to him, from a portal on the heaven, a god of sustina was watching him.

"Ungrateful little twat...", the god said, the two soldiers not hearing him.

"I would, but I need to register troops who had fallen", Mrgud said. "Lord General Arthur was supposed to do that, but he didn't sleep for two nights, so I'm obliged to do it for him".

"Alright then, it's a plan, you6 go do that, I'll go sleep and when you are finished, wake me up so we can get on the search for answers", and with that, the two parted ways.

"This is going to be a loooooong day", said Mrgud as he held a registry book and looked at the troops in front of him, they were few, so he knew he would cross over many names before that ale he was promised.

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"So many things had happened!", the king pounced about, "the dragons, then the giant and all aided us in this war, this was terrific! At last we can make some real progress, history will remember my reign as the beginning of a golden age, I'm sure of it", the king jumped about like a little child. The dragons aiding him, the giant coming and going (after he said his goodbye's, Arcanius summoned the portal for him to return home) all these things were too much for him.

"Calm down sire, I'm sure the history will write itself in your favor", Arcanius said as he handed the royal leather gloves to his king. His majesty was taking off his plate armor and putting on his regular royal clothes.

"Father, I would have expected that we would be happy, that we were in a battle and you would be happy that we survived", commented the oldest son, he and his brothers were standing next to their father in the command tent, they all had stains of slina on their armor.

"Yes my son!", the king put his arm on his son's shoulder and exhaled. "I'm sorry, in my age I should be more cautious. If any one of you died, I would have been devastated!", the king looked down. "Many of my men died, yet we celebrate victory. Remember the fallen and celebrate their names, because if they didn't give their lives this day, we would not have won", the king said sadly and turned around.

The middle son punched the oldest in the shoulder. "Way to sadden father, idiot, now he feels like a bad ruler for not being sad because of all the men that died!", he whispered to him.

"Ahhhh, you're right, but then again, we should be both sad and happy at the same time, should we not?", the oldest son retorted.

The god of sustina who was watching over them, commented on this: "Pff humans... I'm not sure what amazes me more, their infinite ability to do something epic at a totally random time or the ability of mortal men to be such complete and udder fools, that never ceases to amaze me." He said as he looked onward: "This is all good and well enough for now", he turned away from the white mirror.

The god began thinking. "It will take quite some time for Kole's evil spell to work, so why not have some fun time with the mortals?", he thought as he held his chin beneath his hat, which he never took off and which covered his entire face.

He once again faced the mirror and waved his hand for the screen to show a sleeping Bistri. With a thought the god appeared next to the sleeping form of the young warrior. The god of Sustina knelt down next to his champion and began whispering into his ear.

"You will follow general Arthur on his voyage", he said and Bistri didn't hear his voice, because only those who are completely departed from any slina at all could hear him, yet the young man repeated the sentence.

"I will follow general Arthur on his voyage...", he spoke in his dreaming.

"You will go on the mainland continent!", the god whispered.

"I will go to the mainland continent!", Bistri repeated.

"You will meet new friends!", the god whispered.

"I will meet new friends!", Bistri repeated.

"You will claim your destiny!", the god whispered.

"I will claim my destiny!", Bistri repeated.

'There!', thought the god and he prepared to leave, but the irresistible urge to exploit the situation drove him to stay and whisper some other orders into Bistris ear.

"Also, hudovi su najbolji umjetnici na svijetu!!!", he nearly shouted at Bistri's ear, but no one could hear him since every mortal men carried some slina in him.

"Also, hudavi su najjoji umitnici na svietu", Bistri struggled to pronounce the strange words.

The god slapped his forehead and thought: 'Idiot! Retard, this mortal cant speak the best language ever made... how could I have forgotten that... maybe Soma influenced me a bit too much...' He thought how he could make up for his failure and suddenly an idea hit him. 'Yes... why not', he thought.

"Avorodot atik ej akilev, avordot atik sav ecabej", the god whispered into Bistri's ear as he barely held himself from laughing his guts off.

"Adovorotodo tika je kilav, adovorotodo tika sa ebaj", Bistri struggled to repeat the words as the god held his stomach from how hard he was laughing, yet no one could hear his laughter because as said no one was free from slina.

"Kordun na zemlji, Todor na nebu!!", he said then.

"Kordon na mli, Todor na bune", Bistri said.

The good giggled. "Velika je anakonda Todorova!", he said.

"Veika je andonda Todorova", Bistri said.

The god had one last good laugh. 'Alright that was fun, now to finish this off', he thought. He pointed the tip of his reket at Bistri's head and he grabbed the rekets handle, then he pulled a few of its strings as he said: "You will follow what you just said!", and with his incantation, a light formed at the tip of the reket and it went into Bistri's head. With a blink of an eye the god disappeared.

Now once again back within his own dimension, he opened a levitating map. 'Now, who will Kole most likely send after him?', he wondered as he searched the Continent of Banja Luka (that's how the continent was called in the language of the gods of Sustina), the continent was just across the midway sea and was really near the island. The god went over the markings on the map, to try and find out which commander would Kole send after Bistri.

'Jova Rastafari? No, he is too far away in the Naduvan city and he is probably too drugged to do anything. Marko Djurek? No he is far away to the north, in the town of Ulizice. Miki Small Kita? Nah, he is guarding Kole's and AbortUSes main headquarters... So Kole, who will you send? I know you can't resist it!', The god thought as he watched the map beneath his hat.