Michael arrives at his brother's domain and walks straight to the dungeon gates. Drygon opens it with a proud grin.
Drygon: Big brother, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you. Come meet your nieces!
Ayisha: My name is Ayisha Flame, daughter of Daniella Flame. It's an honour to meet you, my great king.
Rukaya: My name is Rukaya Flame, daughter of Daniella Flame, twin of Ayisha Flame. It's an honour to meet you, my great king.
Huba: My name is Huba Flame, daughter of Cristin Flame. It's an honour to meet you, my great king.
Ijara: My name is Ijara Flame, daughter of Cristin Flame, twin of Huba Flame. It's an honour to meet you, my great king.
Nawal: My name is Nawal Flame, daughter of Josephine Flame. It's an honour to meet you, my great king.
Samira: My name is Samira Flame, daughter of Josephine Flame, twin of Nawal Flame. It's an honour to meet you, my great king.
Michael: They are all beautiful, brother. You're lucky... but I don't see the elven princess.
Drygon: She is not important.
Michael (thinking): I should kill him… but not in front of his children. Does he even realize my life is on the line?
Michael: Tell me, brother. Did you have a child with her?
Drygon: Yes, a son. His name is Jaden Flame. He's an abomination. He is also not of any importance.
Michael: Stop the feast.
Everyone goes quiet.
Michael (furious): You killed thousands of male elves, took their princess, had a child with her—and you say she and the boy are not important? Do you know the amount of trouble you've dragged me and the entire dragon race into? We could all die because of you!
Drygon: What are you talking about?
Michael: You did all this without even informing me—the King! The ruler of all elves, Elisa herself, sent me a message.
Michael raises his voice and delivers the message like thunder:
Michael: "When the child is four years old, I will come for him. That boy is the only reason your race still breathes. Touch him, and I will erase you all."
He lets out a long, tired sigh.
Michael: Me… a king… now reduced to a lonely messenger. How far I've fallen.
Michael starts smiling, but it's a twisted, dreadful smile.
Drygon: Brother, why are you smiling?
Michael: Because I'm afraid. And you should be too. Smile to hide your fear.
Ayisha: This can't be real. Jaden is a useless creature. He has black skin—he's a dark elf!
Michael: That makes him more dangerous.
Rukaya: Why don't we just kill him? He's only two years old. It won't be that hard to kill a child… I'm just saying.
Michael: Did you not hear a word I said? We can't kill him. He's the only reason Elisa hasn't turned us all into ashes.
Drygon storms out in rage, heading straight to the prison.
Drygon: Open the door!
The gatekeeper obeys instantly, grabbing a torch and following Drygon down the stairs.
Gatekeeper: Who are you talking about, my king?
Drygon: Who told you to ask me a question?
Gatekeeper: Please forgive me, my king.
Drygon: Useless dog.
They reach the prison where Bella and her child are held. Drygon kicks the gate open, grabs Bella and Jaden by their hair, and violently drags them out—across the cold stone floor, out of the prison, and into the deepest, darkest part of the dungeon.
Drygon: I hope you die, you and your useless child!
Back at the ballroom, Drygon walks in with a smile on his face, laughing loudly.
Drygon: I'm back—and I took care of all our problems! (laughs)
Michael: What do you mean you "took care of all our problems"?
Drygon: I threw out the elf and her child into the worst part of the dungeon.
Michael: You idiot!
Michael storms out of the ballroom and the house. But when he steps into the darkness outside…
He sees Bella and her son…
Surrounded by a pack of wolves…
Eyes glowing red, crawling out of the dark.