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“Sire, there has been a Macro Dragon seen in the tropical islands.” A messenger says as he rushes into the room.
It was the formal meeting room that all the kings that ruled the East, West, North, and South kingdoms had. It was equipped with pillars going up and down the sides of the room and stairs at the end of the room that ended with my chair resting on top.
I stand from my chair. “That’s the fifth one this week. What are they doing in the tropical?” I muse.
For some reason the Macros disappeared—maybe even died off. When the Macros lived they mostly lived in the East. It was where they were born and over time they migrated around the world. They evolved to suit their surroundings and their colors changed into more unnatural colorings.
Micros are more common because more humans have them as pets. They’re easier to take care of and soon enough minor kings had many of them instead of Macros. The Micros and Macros got along, but they must have had a silent understanding.
Soon the Macros disappeared altogether—except the ones that Kings of the Kingdoms had. They lived with the kings until they died. Some rumors say they are in the mountains of the kingdoms. Other rumors say that they died off after a while.
My lieutenant, Arthur, steps forward. “Sire, maybe something we don’t know about is going on. What if the Macros are meeting together?” He asks.
“Why would they do that? Is there something in the tropical that we don’t know about?” I ask, looking towards the messenger.
He nods. “There is known to be a boy living on one of the islands that lives with his uncle on a dragon farm. His uncle has many Micros born and raised on the farm and the boy has grown up with them. Apparently one of the baby dragons they raised grew up to be a Macro.” The messenger tells us.
“Maybe the Macro’s are going to the one that was born there.” I offer.
“What if the boy’s uncle is using their Macro to call the others? What if they’re doing something illegal?” one of the guards in the room asks.
My nostrils flared. “Arthur.” He straightens and looks up at me from the bottom of the stairs. “Gather up some of your officers and go to the Tropical Islands. Get the uncle and bring him back to me.” I order him.
He nods. “Yes, King James.” He says and promptly leaves the room.
Chapter 1 *Aaron’s POV*
“Uncle, look what Kahl did!” I yell, grinning.
My dragon, Kahl, was breathing fire onto piles of sticks that I put out for him to practice on. He was improving well and didn’t have to pause for a few seconds to find the fire within himself, like he had been doing.
My Uncle ran out of our house and saw Kahl’s progress.
“Good work, Aaron.” He says, smiling. He watches us for a few minutes. “Don’t forget to put out the fires or we might get in trouble with the town—again.”
I roll my eyes. “They overreacted.” I state indignantly and he laughs.
“Sure they did.” He chuckles and walks back into the house.