'So the Aethelgard family is also very powerful, and I am pretty sure they're from the fourth world... Hmm, are the ancient families from that world?' Mirabella thought, completely ignoring the dragon hovering above her. Her mind raced, piecing together the fragmented lore of the higher realms. If the Fourth World was the true origin of the ancient bloodlines, the power scaling she had known was fundamentally flawed.
"Hey you," she snapped, looking up at the horrified dragon. Her tone left no room for negotiation.
"Pledge your loyalty to me and Become my servant," she ordered, her golden aura flaring with absolute authority.
The Dragon frowned at her, his draconic pride warring with the primal fear she had just instilled. "I am a dragon, do you think I will serve you?!!! I would rather die!!" he yelled, barring his fangs.
