I was summoned to bring the end times...

"What do you MEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!??" Alison screamed as they took off the weight of gravity refusing to relinquish its grip on her feet forcing her to grab his horns in response. High above the air Villiam could see something curious occurring on the outer reaches of the abandoned graveyard. Mounds of dirt long left motionless were moved, entire swaths of graves lay exposed and worse empty. Though it was no concern of his a horde of the undead were slowly amassing rising from the corpses and bones of convicts who left this world with a grudge staining their souls. As of right now the horde itself was less than a modest mob's size only a handful of shambling corpses fanning out in every direction like lost seniors at a market. What was concerning was the air, the presence of a foul taint that defied explanation seemed to follow them, rot and decay sprouting from their every foot step as they trudged on the dark magic seeped into the soul and awoke more restless souls. However at the speed he was traveling this was no longer a concern of his. Beyond the outskirts of the area where Villiam found himself summoned into there was lush and spacious farms bordering a forest of dense trees cutting the pristine off from the decrepit, if not an intentional barrier than a convenient one.

"One of those is my father's though I must profess I've never seen it from the sky." Alison shouted amid the sound of wind and wings deafening her words. The farm lands made a patchwork quilt of red, green, brown, and grey depending on what was planted in the fields. Creatures of recognizable nature similar to cows but possessing two heads and sheep that were perfectly round like orbs of wool roamed grassy areas but there was also less mundane creatures, creatures that were died a hue of aqua, crimson, emerald, amethyst and topaz all radiating with energy akin to the elements. Salamander which took the place of steeds running along blazing paths, long slender finned serpents swam through waters and feasted on prepared fish, jade feathered serpents commanded the wind and soared merrily on currents, imposing turtle like Basks trundled along the ground and purple reptiles slept coiled in tight mounds a hot miasma that bubbled with toxicity dripping from their whiskers. All in all this land seemed to function around the utilization of lizard creatures or more commonly known as Inferior Dragons. Beyond even the farms was a mountain range that impeded further progress unless Villiam fancied a flight into light atmosphere which might not fair well for his passenger. At the foot of the mountain a fortress of stone and steel was constructed protecting the only entrance to the interior of the mountain ridge, God's Gate as it was called was the natural checkpoint for anything leaving the Hatching Fields.

"If it isn't insolent for me to say, Milord Dra.. Sir Villiam, you seem to be awfully self conscious about how others see you..." Alison commented seeing Villiam hesitate to land in front of the fortress. "I don't know how but I.. can feel what you're feeling." Alison was confused as to why she seemed to have two sets of thoughts running through her head, her own and then Villiams. "Oh... maybe its because of the... no that's just a wives tale." Alison blushed profusely and turned away. "A-anyway... you don't need to worry so much Sir Villiam Veristana is a land made by dragons for dragons, while they're not abundant a dragon of your type would be treated like a noble of the country." Alison explained, she could somewhat see Vrist and their monarchy system. "Humans like myself are permitted to live in the Hatching Fields but the interior of the country is exclusively for the Dragonkind... if anything I would cause more commotion trying to pass through God's Gate than you would." When Villiam landed he was surprisingly intercepted by a half out of breath sweat soaked small lizard man covered in green scales.

"mil.. mil.. milord... why would you land so... far.. away." The poor official gasped and panted for their breath holding their chest. "We would have received you.. at the gate.... oh your slave... she.. she must have told you the wrong area to land." The official glowered and Alison shrank back not wanting to start conflict with a Dragonkind.

Alison looked at Villiam and nodded. "Sir Villiam says I am not his slave, I am his attendant, he demands an apology." Alison spoke shakily and not at all like a seasoned attendant but the Dragon man had no interest in upsetting a noble today.

"My sincerest apologies, it's not often we see a pure blood human outside of the slavery trade, assumptions are easily made." The Dragon man lowered his neck symbolically. "It was not my intent to offend you Milord... Villiam was it, I am unfamiliar with that family name but there is no doubt you are a magnificent dragon and belonging to a grand lineage perhaps even a descendant of the Gods themselves." The dragon man joked but Alison would have to explain latter that this was flattery, and bad flattery at that.

"Sir Villiam, was interested in the area and decided to take a flight out to the Hatching Grounds and examine the new drakes and wyvern of the season, as was his wish I accompanied him to facilitate any translation needed, so he need not waste his breath on us lesser life forms." Alison smirked, having to explain to Villiam that was a big insult to the dragon man who stood puffed like a cat.

"Very well then, miss attendant, does his noble Sir Villiam wish to enter the cradle or is he content exploring the wastelands?" The dragon man puffed out very annoyed with this dragon and his human.

"Sir Villiam will amuse himself for as long as he wishes, when he is ready he will present himself before the gate." Alison was starting to get a bit more 'confident' wielding Villiams authority as her cudgel. "Do not send another officer, the next response will not be as kind." Alison added and the Dragon man glowered at her before turning around and departing huffing and mumbling about country nobles or something like that. "That was kind of exhilarating." Alison giggled never having spoken up against a dragonkind before. It was when he could clearly as day hear the disgruntled official mumble well out of his normal hearing range. It seemed like all of Villiam's senses were empowered, his strength increased, and he sensed a strange power inside of him not his normal breath but something like a swirling volatile energy that lacked a definite shape or form.

"You don't like wielding authority, Sir Villiam?" it was uncanny how Alison could pick up things she herself wasn't feeling. "Oh I don't need... I'd rather... if .." She tried to find the words to say that she never wanted to return home again she'd honestly rather freeze naked and starve hungry but she couldn't refute Villiam's intentions. "The farms are the right of the nobles given to the commoners, those who don't possess dragon's blood, the pure humans." Alison explained while in fight that everyone in the interrior country had some measure of dragon blood in them even if it was a point of a percent. People like here were a rarity and considered a genetic malfunction, pure humans, with no dragonic powers or form. Often described by less civilized dragonkind as Soft-skins they were on the rudimentary bottom of the caste ladder, no better than serfs and slaves. "The options to us are live in service of the Dragonkind and be assured survival or go out to the wastes, like the cult was as it was exiled even from the borderlands of the hatching fields." From the air it was impossible to tell which farm exactly was Alison's, they all looked very similar, and Alison after the brief exposition had grown disconcertingly quiet.

All Villiam could intuit was that Alison did not want to go back home but that had nothing to do with their bond and how hard she was squeezing his scales in pure anxiety. "The farm with the red roofed barn, one that grows vegetables not a livestock farm." Alison obeyed the request despite wanting to lie. Surprisingly there was only one barn with a red roof that had no creatures, it was near the center of the hatching fields and was perhaps the biggest of the farms with a few hundred acres of land to its field share alone, this was a major farm and perhaps the largest producer of produce for the nation, which made Alison's story about her father being in debt seem misleading at best and a flat out lie at worst.

"Nothing I said was a lie." Alison wilted feeling the intense pressure of Villiam's disapproval. When he landed a few dragonkind were out and about suddenly startled by the descent and arrival of what would be a duke or baron in Vrist.

"Milord Dragon!" The farm hands all bowed scraping their knees and heads into the dirt. "So-someone get the chief!" They said and Alison looked away, knowing they saw her, knowing they were staring at her with intense eyes not meant for the likes of someone you held dear.

One of the dragonkind scrambled up and ran to the main house. A moment of silence before a large emerald green drake emerged from the house walking on hind legs and blowing puffs of smoke as he walked, The drake was humanoid in form but covered in verdant green scales with magnificent jade horns and a short tail, unlike Villiam it seemed this man was not fully dragon, but a dragonfolk above the dragonkind which was the difference between a monkey and a man as far as the veristanian's were concerned. "To what do we owe the pleasure, milord Dragon?" The emerald drake puffed curiously spotting Alison trying her damn best to learn how to suddenly camouflage into Villiam's scales. "Has there been some kind of... issue?" He said a long emerald ring of smoke expelled from his nostrils.