Dead Royalty

The Dragon People

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"YOUR MAJESTY!! YOUR MAJESTY!!!"

A knight ran into the shambled throne room of the main palace.

"What is it?" said the king. "I'm busy.."

"Your majesty.. a Level 15 threat has appeared in Garus City..one of our large capitals near Varus City.."

"Hmph, that is no concern of mine." said the King. "Let the silly Powers Society deal with them..."

"The threat.. it isn't a super human... it's.... it's DRAZ!!!"

"Draz!?" the king growled. "One of the Dragon People have returned!?"

"YES SIR!!" the Knight exclaimed. "Should I wake Zenthis!?"

"Hmm... if Draz were to find Narina Yukata, or the  Powers Society begin learning of the Dragon People, it could spell trouble.." The king muttered. "Very well, wake her.. tell her to eliminate Draz at all costs.."

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A few hours earlier..

Garus City was a bustling metropolis. While most of it was wealthy, unlike Varus City, which had it's own massive lower class population called the Roots. So, though Garus City was only half Varus City's size (due mostly to Varus City having it's City Tree which increased it's population skyward),  it was no less prosperous, being famous for it's incredible amusement parks and recreational areas.

There were parks of every kind. From 21st century style parks with roller coasters and festival stands, to Japanese Summer and Spring Festivals, to Virtual Reality Parks, where one could go into a massive 3 mile wide Virtual Simulation room similar to the Training House, except far more advanced, and where one could be anything from a wizard to a Jedi Knight.

There was even a Disney World.

And one man, was about to stir up quite a ruckus in this wonderland.

He walked into a recreation of Six Flags near the northern edge of the city, which was by the water. He strolled along, his feet hitting the wooden planks as people stared at him.

Who could blame them? For one thing, he was barely dressed, only wearing an animal skin loin cloth and some very small pants made from what looked like mutant skins..

And his body was RIPPED and HUGE. He looked like he could be an MMA fighter born from a testing tube with the DNA of Dwayne Johnson and Bruce Lee, with maybe a little Shaq mixed in.

His hair was scarlet and wild, his face was hard and heavily featured, not to mention serious, like a deep minded warrior. On his back, was a crest shaped like a red dragon tattoo.

He sniffed the air as people stared. "Wild Dragon.. your scent lingers.. but you aren't in this city! So where? Far from the North you've led me on a wild goose chase.. Where are you!?"

Draz crouched down, and put a hand against the planks, as if checking for tracks. As he did so, some people began to laugh and take pictures of him, thinking that he must've been one of the attractions here.

"You should have grandchildren.." Draz muttered. "Are you not going to keep your promise Gabor?"

"Excuse me sir..?"

Draz looked up as a guard poked him on the shoulder.

"Listen, I appreciate your enthusiasm for the He-Man convention down the street, but you're scaring the kids." said the guard. "I'm going to need you to leave."