[ WP ] Thousands of years ago , dragons agreed to took human form . Today they secretly meet .

The young man walked along the city sidewalk. Considering that it was rush hour, everything was crowded. John hated it. 
 
 `` I remembered when I used to fly to my destinations...'' he muttered. He immediately shook his head, his thoughts rushing back to 8015 B.C. He remembered Red's words, the leader of his pack. Since humans were exterminating dragons left and right, Red came to the decision of going into hiding. 
 
 `` Alas, my brothers and sisters, we must hide.'' he said in a somber voice. The leader looked down at his followers; His red scales gave a evanescent glow as the nearby bonfire flickered in and out. Waving his arm, a light radiated from his claws. The title of leader was n't that of show; his great physical presence was accompanied with great magic. The light crept out and trickled down to each member of the pack; their great dragon forms slowly fading out of existence and slowly being replaced by mere feeble human bodies. 
 
 `` Head my words, brothers and sisters. We shall assume their form for now. Live among them, manipulate them, crush them from within, but do not reveal your true selves.'' Red said, emphasizing his last sentence. His red amber eyes were complimented by his red hair which flowed to his shoulders. `` The power to which I bestow to you makes you human, but a human void of heart, so do n't worry about their greatest weakness: emotions.'' A smirk crept upon Red's face as he looked as his pack as his human physique was a reflection of his supremacy; gifted with a physique as if it was crafted by sculptist making their ideal athlete. John stood amongst their number; the pack cheering aloud as fists were thrown into the air. 
 
 That was 10,000 years ago. Nothing was heard since that day, until today. 
 
 John was snug fit into his hoodie as he turned his head to the right. He had arrived. After receiving `` the call'', John knew where to go. 
 
 Pack leaders were gifted with an ability of rallying their subordinates. It was n't a literal call, but rather, a subconscious call; the subject's mind beckoning the subject to heed the instruction. 
 
 Looking at the skyscraper before him, John looked up and watched how the tip of the building pierced the sky. Nodding slightly, John entered the building; the automated sliding doors making a away for the former dragon. 
 
 A groat escaped a man when he saw there was a security checkpoint which was accompanied with a long line. 
 
 `` Mr. John Skyhart?'' called a receptionist. An alarmed John looked to his left to see a gleeful woman wave to him. She had a smile that was so warming, yet, it was only a front. John could tell. He could read humans like a book. Living among them for 10,000 years does that too a person. 
 
 `` Yes?'' he asked politely. 
 
 `` The Director has been waiting for you.'' she responded. 
 
 He merely nodded as he skipped security ( which enraged many watcher-byers ) and followed the woman down a lavish corridor before entering an elevator. As he walked, John took note of the artistic detail of the building. In all of the art, there was a reoccurring theme: Dragons. 
 
 `` Um, may I ask a question, Miss?'' asked a curious John. 
 
 `` Of course Mr. Skyhart!'' she said in her faux, cheerful voice. 
 
 `` What's with all the dragons?'' he asked, wondering if she knew anything. 
 
 `` Oh!'' said the receptionist. Unlike last time, she was actually cheerful. `` Well, the Director is fascinated by Dragons! All the folklore and artistry!'' 
 
 `` Oh...'' responded John. `` Another question. It might be weird, but, um... do you think dragons are real?'' 
 
 The receptionist bursted into utter laughter; even to the point where a single tear fell from her overdone mascara eyes. `` Do you take me for a child, Mr. Skyhart? Of course not!'' she said calmly as she attempted to rebound from her laughing fit. 
 
 She was going to say something else before the elevator made a bell sound; it's sliding doors opening for John. 
 
 `` It was nice meeting you!'' the receptionist said, once more in her faux voice. 
 
 `` Same to you!'' he responded back despite detecting her lack of enthusiasm. 
 
 Making his way down the corridor, John looked around. Luxurious was an understatement. It was the epitome of rich. He was definitely on the top floor. After a half minute walk, John made his way into a confrence room. 
 
 **'' Celeritas! `` ** boomed a voice. John's eyes widened as they zeroed in on the source of the words. It was 10,000 years since he heard his Draco Namen ( Dragon Name ) being called. It was as if he took in a breath of fresh air. He smiled as he looked at his cousin, Indignatio ( Fury ). 
 
 `` It's been awhile...'' John said, going over to shake his hand. As he glanced across the room, there was only 12 people sitting at the confrence desk. `` So, um, is this everyone?'' 
 
 `` Uh, yeah. There were literally hundreds of us... but we dwindled down. Some wars took a few of us, but the black plague really cut into our numbers.'' responded Fury. `` Here, take a seat.'' 
 
 John nodded as he took a seat; reclining into his leather seat. His eyes gazed across the room as he observed those who sat with him; it was the strongest of the dragons. 10,000 years ago, these dragons were the equivalent of lieutenants, colonel, admirals, etc. 
 
 `` Oh crap...'' John whispered, gulping slightly. Sweat beads began to fall down near his temple. 
 
 `` Yeah... you're the last grunt alive.'' whispered Fury, correctly thinking what John was thinking. `` But hey, you were the last grunt! It's good, and bad!'' bellowed the former general, laughing as if he had emotions. 
 
 John's hands began to shake nervously as he gave a faux smile of his own; copying a play out of the receptionist's playbook. 
 
 `` I guess...'' John said. 
 
 `` Quit shaking, will ya? My dragon blood is raising at seeing Red again too!'' Fury said, smiling slightly. 
 
 Unlike last time, Fury guessed wrong. What John felt was fear. 
 
 It was almost coincidental. The lights in the room dimmed as the front of the room became brighter. 
 
 `` Welcome, brothers.'' said a familiar voice. Emerging from the corner of the room was a clean cut man; his crimson hair gelled back nicely as he was adorned in a 3 piece suit. John could n't tell who the man was until he saw the man's eyes. They were amber. 
 
 `` I cried each time one of us fell. And many of us have fell. Our number is now reduced to 13. Alas, 13 will become 1300... and that number will become 13 million!'' Everyone in the room cheered and clapped, all expect John. 
 
 `` I see all of you have led separate lives....as if we lived in different worlds. But all of our worlds had one sky... one common goal. The extinction of the human race.'' 
 
 Many in the room cheered once more, and exactly like last time, John did n't. 
 
 `` The time has come, let us assume our forms... I designed this room specifically for that purpose.'' 
 
 The smiles on the 11 faces turned into maniacal grins as they began transform. The light which took away their bodies 10,000 years ago returned; surrounding each of the 11 and causing them to return to their forms. 
 
 It all lasted about a minute. At the end of the minute, the room was filled with menacing dragons and broken leather chairs and desks; each one intimidating in their own way. 
 
 Then 11 became 12 when Red towered over them all; the alpha dragon assuming his rightful position. Their smiles were plastered onto their faces until everyone realized their was one human still in the room. John. 
 
 `` Celeritas Lucis...'' growled Red. `` Assume your form.'' John stood their; motionless as fear had paralyzed him. 
 
 `` Fool! Assume the form!'' yelled the dragon; his nostrils flairing. 
 
 The once-so-cheerful Fury looked right next to him. If there was one thing the former general could n't stand, it was insubordination. In his anger, the dragon brushed his arm against John; the man sent flying towards the wall of the room. 
 
 As John met the wall face first, the wall cracked in response. Panting slightly, John arose to his feet. It was in that moment, all 12 dragons in the room were puzzled beyond belief. 
 
 Purple blood dripped down John's left shoulder as it oozed onto the ground. When coupled with the fact that a dragon's blood was blue, things did n't add up. 
 
 `` You fool!'' yelled Red. `` You became *like* them!'' 
 
 The other dragons in the room looked at Red puzzled, awaiting an explanation of sorts. 
 
 John looked at Red with a grimace as he coughed up blood. Fear no longer held him captive. `` It is n't a weakness.'' 
 
 `` What?'' replied Red in an angered tone. 
 
 `` You said their emotions were their weakness.'' responded John. `` No... it's their greatest strength.'' 
 
 It was in that moment the dragons thought back to that faithful day all those years ago. 
 
 `` And out of all their emotions... love is the one that is strongest. Love was the one that planted the seed for my heart.'' John muttered, thinking back to his first love. 
 
 `` Red mixed with blue... purple.'' said one of the 11, finally coming to the realization to what had happened. `` You became like them!'' yelled the one dragon, firing a fiery blast of sorts at John. It meant certain death for the man. But he smiled. The blast made contact with the wall, but not the man. He stood at the back of the room with a grin on his face. 
 
 `` I may be void of my original form... but I am still named Celeritas Lucis.'' said the man whose name was translated'Speed of Light' 
 
 
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 Idk how the hell I wrote so much. I had fun writing this!: )
