It is time for you to bow to us
We are the queens and we will never be clean
You will feel the burns of fire
As its wraths lights its pyre
We four are to be adored
We will be loved and never be shoved away
Our time had come and your time is out
We these land without a doubt
These lands will be brought into a drought
Now you will heed us as you will keel before us
The smoke was going up to the Shadow King and his Spirit started to take shape in a human form. His human shape still appeared in black. His heaved his shadowy arms up to the five flying, circling Dragons, which had turned to black glowing energy sources. Then the Shadow King himself rose towards the dark glowing Dragons. In the very middle of the five, Lusìvar’s Spirit stretched out, making his dark shadow spread out and covering the five Dragons in his spirit form.
“My time had finally come to rule this island once again,” he laughed out loud.
The smoke from the crowd rose into his Shadow form. The Shadow itself started to form into a humungous shape. Then the Shadow had lifted itself, revealing five dragon heads on one wide, and very fat dragon body with butterfly-shaped wings and curved dragon legs.
The Five-Headed Dragon had risen, with the Spirit of the Shadow King Lusìvar in control. The dragon heads were colored from left to right: red, blue, white, green, and yellow.
“You have done well, my four witches,” said Lusìvar, with the five dragon heads talking in their voices. “With this body, I will be able to take on the two islands and any residence will be wiped away.”
“Not that easily,” shouted Charity, carrying an axe-bladed scythe. The White Knight had happened to have a weapon made from her armor she was wearing. She also took a single string from her long hair and with the little armor unit merged them together. So instead of having the Crystal Sword, she would have a secondary weapon.
“Ah, the White Knight of Charity. Do you know you are the last of your kind? I made sure the weapons of your comrades were found by the wrong people that found them in a cave of Cyclopes. With you being the last White Knight and no one else chosen to be the others, you stand alone. Even you can’t slay me.”
“That doesn’t mean I can delay you.”
Charity jumped towards the witches and kicked them towards the rock wall. She used a strong wind gust to blow the passed out girls towards the crowd, in hopes of hiding them from the witches.
Then she threw her weapon at the red head of Lusìvar’s dragon body, which slightly moved its head out of the way. She waved out her hands three times and the pink smoke made her two katanas; two fast waving, curved short blades that can cut through anything rock-solid. She flew up towards the Five-Headed Dragon.
Its body mass three times bigger compared to the other Dragons far down south. Its snake tail tried to whip Charity but she dodged several attacks.
Charity wasn’t going to be taken down that easily. She scarred the legs before flying around its backside and scraped its wings.
The Five-Headed Dragon didn’t feel any harm or damage. Its blue head struck the White Knight at thundering speed.
Charity was blown very hard at the rock wall above the dragon statue and fell. She thumped on the statue’s head, left wing, and front feet before plummeting to the ground. She fell hard with a snap to her chest armor plate.
Flavius, who was seeing the entire fight, saw Charity hitting the statue before landing to the ground very hard and ran towards her. He lifted her assumed unconsciousness body. He couldn’t feel a pulse in her wrist and felt no breathing.
There was no sign of life in the White Knight’s body; she was dead.
Flavius was in great shock, a legendary White Knight laid dead in front of the statue of the Crystal Dragon.
One of the freed girls came running and knelt down before the dragon statue. She knelt in prayer.
“Oh, Crystal Dragon,” she prayed. “We need you more than ever. Please, give us a ray of hope to beat the darkness and drew out the light.”
“Hope?” yelled Lusìvar, in his dragon body. He soared and stumbled on the statue, crashing it to dusty bits. The dragon statue, which the village’s people worshiped as the Crystal Dragon, was destroyed. Only the Five-Headed Dragon stood in its place.
Flavius, who carried Charity’s dead body, and the girl jumped back and ran near the crowd as the Five-Headed Dragon, the four witches, and the Fluting Piper stood on the platforms.
“Where’s your hope now, girl? Witches, drain this entire village of their youths. Make sure no one lives to tell the tale. Dead people will tell no tales. Slay them all. These people are unworthy to be ruled.”
The four, young witches walked forward and began to sing again.
All of a sudden, the ground started to shake stronger than any earthquake the group experienced. Parts of the rock wall were shattering to dust, which made the Five-Headed Dragon fly up to the air and left the witches and the Piper to be buried in the dust.
On the place where the dragon statue stood, a light flickered on the spot. The light rayed into the sky and out came the light of the sun.
“What? The Sun? How is that possible?”
“If you believe in hope, anything is possible,” said a ghostly voice.
The sparkling, oval light turned into a light, ghostly image of a dragon. The dragon image flew down to the spot where Vaeludar had met the girl for the first time.
The crowd was awakened by the sun and the glowing dragon. The red mist vaporized into the air. At glaring at the dragon, they snapped their eyes wide open.
“The Crystal Dragon,” they gasped, bowing.
Wonomi, Monico, Galvin, Flarefur, and Marina were the only ones standing.
The imaged faded into a human
