Parallel World · Queen Calendar 2012
It had been a year since the destruction of the Mirror Clan. Fairy Knight Lancelot had held this knightly title for 112 years. At this moment of leisure, she intended to visit the person who had granted her this form: Aurora, the leader of the Wind Clan, a beautiful fairy with rainbow-colored, magnificent wings and golden hair.
It happened in the year 1600 of the Queen Calendar. When the Dragon of Albion died from exhaustion because it could not return to Paradise, its left hand fell from its rotting body into a lake. Just like that, the chunk of meat from the left hand soaked in the swamp in a state of being neither alive nor dead, until Aurora discovered it.
Aurora ignored her attendants' dissuasion, walked into the swamp, and touched the chunk of meat with her hand. Because it realized the existence of the "beautiful thing" before it, the chunk of meat, wanting to become just as beautiful, underwent a change and began to take its own shape. Finally, it transformed into a human form and became her—the current Fairy Knight Lancelot.
Compared to many fairies who had been born for a long time, her age indeed couldn't be considered very old. She didn't have much curiosity about other things; she already had things she wanted to do in her heart.
Recently, that Queen in Camelot seemed to occasionally have a somewhat strange expression, as if something were about to happen. However, this didn't seem to affect her. Looking at the dim yellow sky... such a sky had remained unchanged for long ages, simply burning like fire.
If she had any curiosity, it was probably that she wanted to take a look at the magnificent light shining above the night sky, recorded deep in her inherited memories. Thinking carefully about the radiance in her memories, it was simply just like those beautiful wings.
However, such a sky had been invisible since the Fairy Calendar year 12,000, right?
Eh?
This twilight-like sky seemed to flash with another color. At the same time, a scent wafted into her nose. Bad! Suddenly, there was an urge to revert to her original form! Logically speaking, there should no longer be any powerful fairy (Dragon Kind) in this world that could match her! Then why was there a scent of a male in the air right now!
Although this scent also carried a bit of the milky smell of just leaving a mother's body! And within this scent, there was also the aura of the Dragon of the Horizon! How is that possible? I should be the last fragment!
Could it be my sibling? Then why didn't they come to find me when I was born, but instead waited for such a long time?
Watching the light in the sky, Fairy Knight Lancelot subconsciously extended her hand. Subsequently, a dragon egg appeared from the light and fell directly into Fairy Knight Lancelot's hands, and quite skillfully began to absorb Fairy Knight Lancelot's magical energy.
Hmm? What's the situation? Dragon egg?! And it's sucking my magical energy?
Why is it an egg?
Perhaps this question, which was close to a shout, reached the ears of this egg. After flashing twice, the entire egg began to shake violently. Then, accompanied by the sound of a shell cracking, a pair of golden eyes flashed through the gap in the eggshell. Next, a small blue-white dragon head poked out from within the shell.
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The egg cracked! Pah! The egg hatched!! Wait!! Why did it hatch in my hands?!! Under normal circumstances, don't dragon eggs only hatch when they are beside their own kind?!
So, although the little dragon before me is somewhat magical, is it really my sibling?
Fairy Knight Lancelot opened her mouth slightly, the entire fairy appearing a bit dumbfounded. To be honest, this was the day with the second biggest emotional fluctuation for her. The day with the biggest fluctuation was, of course, the day she was born. At least in this world, on this body of hers, there should be nothing more important than this.
And while Fairy Knight Lancelot was looking surprised and hadn't completely reacted, the little dragon that had just poked its head out of the eggshell bit the shell next to it to pieces, chewed twice, and then popped out two words directly at the knight wearing armor before it: "Mom!"
These two words were like a sharp sword, piercing directly through Fairy Knight Lancelot's chest. She was just a fairy less than 500 years old who hadn't even been in love; how could she have a child? But listening to the milky voice of the child before her, Fairy Knight Lancelot couldn't muster any anger.
She just poked the little dragon's head gently. "Call me Big Sister!"
On the other side, not far from a mist-filled forest, Aslan fell directly from the sky. At the same time, he rubbed his waist. This was the second time. The second time he had been kicked out of his world by someone. Last time, he was kicked off the tower by Merlin; this time, he was kicked into the spacetime gate by Morgan.
If not for his thick skin and flesh, falling from such a height would probably turn an ordinary person directly into a meat patty. Rubbing his waist and looking at the mist permeating the surroundings, Aslan seemed to smell a scent he was slightly familiar with from the mist. It was just that for a moment, he couldn't recall when exactly he had come into contact with this scent...
After all, this scent had a paradoxical feeling.
Standing up and rubbing his waist, he looked at the dim yellow sky. If one only looked at the sky, it might be difficult to distinguish which world one was in, after all, the sky at dusk also had this color. It was just that the magical energy aura coming from this earth and this air was truly too rich. At the same time, in this land and air, the aura of fairies was also too rich.
In addition, this land seemed to be under some kind of curse. That inexplicable emotion was constantly agitating his White Dragon blood. As the child of the White Dragon, he could naturally inherit his father's title. Just as he had the qualification to become the Lord of the Island, as long as he fought for it, the possibility of possessing that special identity and title was extremely high.
Originally, his world was relatively stable, and with the Age of Gods having passed, inheriting these titles provided no substantial help in the Surface World. Moreover, Aslan didn't want to shoulder such responsibility. But now, synthesizing everything he saw, he had roughly guessed where he was.
He had lived long enough that the memories of his past life were already blurry. But even so, one thing in his memories could be confirmed: if this was truly that Nation of Fairies...
Then, aside from a few select fairies... all the fairies on the British Isle deserved to die!