Snippet #2757205

"Funny how they think a single little War will be enough to rid the world of me."

Draco stood on the command bridge of his newest toy, a Claw-Class frigate. A space-faring vessel only a couple hundred meters in length, and a mere 100 meters tall at its tallest. It was sleek and conservative in design, similar to a baton or dagger in its sheath. It had one large canon, around which the ship was built. It fired Corrupted Light-Fire rounds similar to Draco's Drakon-Class air-ship, only instead of twelve forty-inch barrels, it was a single two-meter barrel the length of the ship. What happened whe it was fired not even Draco knew yet, yet at present he was in no rush to find out. Instead he would rather bide his time, and remain hidden.

His usual Stark Black military uniform conplete with flowing Overcoat looked crisp and fresh as usual. The Crimson highlights and seams glowed dimly with his eyes, and slicked back obsidian hair rounded out his now scarred, yet stern and still youthful face. His last battle with the Emperor of Mankind, and the Imperium by extention, had cost him more than he cared to admit. But he survived, grew smarter, and by extentionz more dangerous and powerful. Glowing red eyes filled with pride scanned the horizon, and for a moment, the Dragon of Death allowed himself to enjoy the sight of the sun rising over the Collenham Mountains.

Clasping his hands behind his back, he reached out with his senses, his magic, and retrieved a magical layout of the land. Who could use magic, how powerful they were, and how much of a threat they were to him. His hopes of World domination were over now; At least, on this world. He'd find somewhere else. Closing his eyes, he searched further and deeper. There was something.... familiar just on the edge of his senses. Something he hadn't sensed since he was a hatchling....

His eyes shot open, sweat beading down his forehead as he breathed heavily, fear overtaking is usually stern demeanor as he took a step back. The ship around him shook with his fear, and the shadows in the whole land shook intensely.

"Dask...." he gasped out. Mother. It wasn't possible! He killed her merely a couple thousand years after hatching! Destroyed her entirely! How in the unholy hell was she still alive? "Light be Damned.... it's... not possible." he thought as he fought to keep his composure now. The ship stopped shaking, and its stealth remained untouched for now. Moving to his throne but twenty paces behind him, he sat, and burried his head in his hands in thought.

How was this possible?