Prologue—

A small torrent of blood was flowing below that man’s feet, a man with good muscular built, brown dazzling eyes filled with rage and black hair stained with blood.

He doesn't even know when he started to smell like this, this pungent smell of blood had become his own scent. His body was drown in the blood, ever since he was placed on these battle grounds but today it all ends because today he killed him.

“I killed him, I killed Johnmar Dragneel.” The man screamed out loud, hoping that she would hear him out, even though he knew that she would never be able to hear him.

His screams could never reach the heavens, nor could her voice will ever reach him.

She had already left him here all alone in this world to live and die alone.

He fell on the ground lifelessly, just like a broken wing who could never reach the skies again, who can never feel the joys of this world ever again.

“Rinstle.... Rinstle Bale!” This name was the only thing in his mind, a beautiful and gentle name of that girl whom he loved so dearly, the only treasure of his life but the world stole him from him.

That’s why he burned it all, burned this entire world with his flames.

“I took my revenge from this world, but what good it did to me, I’m still lonely, this hole in my heart won’t disappear.” He survived the war but could not escape from this dilemma.

“I will have her back, I will find it, I will find Airbound and change everything.”

Chapter-1 The day it begin

It was time of noon when Ishaan was walking around the street of my town with his hands loaded with some heavy grocery bags, he was returning after shopping while looking at all the usual things around her, crumbled roads, broken houses, torn trees, just all usual stuff.

Anyone who has been leaving here would find it usual, the rampage of dragons had already put our world into a big chaos.

It was about six months ago in the month of march, Ishaan had already turned 18, his school had a grand farewell for the graduating batch, in which Ishaan was studying. His board papers were all set and done, his life was going as smoothly as it could have been but then, they suddenly came to the lands, they had taken all the authorities of the skies, no one other than them had any right to move freely around, except them, by them I mean DRAGONS.

Still it doesn’t matter how he live, he need to continue on like this, what can he even do about the present condition, he just opened the door of his home and made a call to her mother.

“Hey, mom I brought the groceries, you asked for?” Ishaan informed her mother about my arrival.

“Ok, good wok, now get ready we need to market Military Canteen as well” His mother answered me back.

It looks like today’s shopping is going to take a while, but It looks like he have sometime in his hands before her mom gets ready to leave.

Military canteen is one of the very few places where we can get products for day to day life at reasonable rates, even at these times where majority of markets are being closed, only small groceries market which receive their supplies from nearby villages are functional, rest all the markets are out of supply and closed for indefinite amount of time.

Ishaan's house, the place which does not feel any safer than those streets outside is providing shelter to Ishaan family, which comprise of his mother Sushmita Purohit, uncle Jay and aunt roshni Purohit, he even have a younger cousin brother Rohan, after Ishaan father passed in a car accident, they are his only family.

Ishaan moved towards the living room of my home, where one of the sofa was already by his cousin Rohan, he is a 13 year old Secondary School boy, he just like Ishaan with all those typical Indian traits as far as looks go, black hair, brown eyes, medium built and fair complexion.

“Hey, what are you watching?” –Ishaan to Rohan

“Nothing much, just some NEWS.” –Rohan

Ishaan took a place near his brother and started watching the T.V. with him, in which a NEWS channel was telecasting their report, a beautiful female reporter with a seductive personality was reading the report.

“A new clip has recently become viral on all the social media network in the recent days, in this clip a dragon which was rampaging in Pink City Jaipur, was suddenly knocked unconscious, the dragon was flying in the air fearlessly, when suddenly due to some mysterious phenomenon, a dragon suddenly lost control and fell on the ground....”--Reporter

“Hey, Ira come fast, we would be late.” Just when news was finally getting interesting Ishaan's mother called him, she got ready unexpectedly fast today.

Ishaan sighed and replied to her, “Yes, I’m coming.”

The market which she wants to take me too will take about an hour to reach so, it quiet reasonable that she wants to get their quick at top of that their is a huge commotion their always.

“Hey move out you.”

“Hey, I got my hand on this first”

“No, I did.”

Ishaan took about an hour of drive to reach the real battle ground, the battle ground where the bloody wars of marketing and bargaining took place, the only weapon for a man here is his hands, with which he needs to pick up bags and push heavy trollies, just the same thing which Ishaan is doing.

In a place like these it’s always been males duty to hold the bag while females buys the product, Ishaan's hand and trolley which he have been pushing both are already full, there is no room for even a pea sack in there, but still his mother keeps on continuing with her shopping and putting load on his weak skinny arms, he is no muscular guy, his built is not even medium.

“AH…………” A loud scream of a woman reached my ears, following it a sudden disturbance shook the land below me and before I could react to any of these.

That monster had already reached Ishaan, his fangs became visible of as the dragon screamed, his claws were tearing apart the roof above Ishaan's head and he was just looking at it, silently without saying a single word, Ishaan was just standing there with his hands shaking with fear and his body getting numb.

That was staring at Ishaan with his huge yellow eyes, its skin was covered with rough red scales, and the very existence of this monster was a threat to all human kind, the monster which we all call as dragons.

The whole place was filled with screams, the fear in everyone voices screamed, it was like Ishaan was standing in the hell. Surrounded with the pained souls while receiving punishment from a monster.

“Everyone move out” a faint message was delivered with a feeble voice, the sound of screams and bullets made the voice loose it’s power, but still somehow Ishaan was able to hear it, someone gave him backward jerk, and one more and more, till the point he realized that he was surrounded by a troop of army soldiers who were raining bullets over the Dragon.

Ishaan came back to his senses and ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could, searching for his mother all over the place he saw her searching for him only, he grabbed her hand and ran towards the exit.

Where they ran into one more of their kind, there was one more dragon waiting for Ishaan at the entrance, it made him feel as if they are following him in particular.

This day is getting more and more troublesome for him every passing second and now Ishaan was slowly losing it, his temper that is.

“Just fuck off, you fucking flying lizard” I screamed with anger, I feel fear, I’m scared of this monster that is why I cannot stand it.

This huge white beast whose nails are even bigger than Ishaan's entire body, was just flying around them, telling them that their existence is so weak and fragile, That dragon just keeps on looking down at us humans, as long as Ishaan could remember.

The dragon flapped his wings from above, high in the sky, his body was emitting a beautiful blue light, if this being wasn’t a man slaying being then, I could have said it is beautiful.

The temperature was gradually getting colder and then, Ishaan lost all my senses.

Meanwhile at some other place their were people who weren't afraid of dragons were having hard time with their own share of problems.

A small dim source of light tried to light the entire room on its own, a big beautiful room, which was designed keeping a palace in the mind, expensive leather carpets and skin of lions were covering the floor, and beautiful silver armors made the room look more decent.

In this huge room, only a single soul was present busy with his work, his power cannot be estimated with how he looks, nor his intents as well, fair complexion, muscular built, golden hair, this all gives an impression that he is some kind of high born royal, but his eyes, those pale white eyes, whose pupil is almost invisible because of its light blue color makes him look like a ghost.

The man named and feared as Drazen The King of Dragons

His table was placed just below a royal old-fashion chandelier, which suddenly started emitting bright white light.

“What is the meaning of this Grisa?” The king of dragons said in a calm and composed voice.

“You shouldn’t work in dark Milord, it is bad for your eyesight.” A beautiful girl with long black hair came out of shadows, her green eyes were like pearl, and her white silky skin was even fairer than snow.

“If you are here to lecture me, then you better just leave.” –Drazen

“NO, I’m not here to lecture you here on anything, I’m here to simply notify you that Sir Sigrified Azazel will have a visit here after three days and he wishes to personally meet you.” –Grisa

“Ok, that is fine with me, I too haven’t seen that brat in a long time.” –Drazen

“And there is one more thing” –Grisa

“What?”—Drazen

“On today’s experiment we came across a boy.” –Grisa

“I’m listening, please continue.” –Drazen

“He was supposedly born with magic powers of his own.”—Grisa

“Well, that is quite good.” –Drazen

“The only problem is that he hasn’t wake up for last three days, he was turned into a Pyronite three days ago and since then he is been asleep, even doctor don’t have any clue about this, his breathing, heartbeat, pulse are all normal according to them.” –Grisa

“Don’t worry about it, did you made him absorb lacramia?”—Drazen

“Yes, we did, I don’t know the details but, he has absorbed two different Lacramia.”—Grisa

“Then, its simple his magic are taking time to merge, he might have a huge amount of magic sealed within him which he didn’t knew, people in this world who are born with magic, have it seal deep within them, they cannot take it out and use it, until and unless some external agent is used, so don’t worry, he will wake soon.”—Drazen

“Thank you Milord, for giving me your precious time, now I should take my leave.”—Grisa

“Wait, grisa I wish to see this boy with my own two eyes, there were cases before too when some of the people brought here had magic power within them, but all of them had, very feeble amount in them, this one must have a pretty good amount of magic within him.”—Drazen

It's a new start for the story, so comment are welcomed, I will like to have suggestions from other users, and if there are any mistakes in the text please post in the comment section of the chapter, keys on my new laptop are stiff and hard to get.