Draco, Angel and Skyro

Draco listened to Rose and huffed, he closed his eyes softly, thinking to himself. He knew she was right, but that didn't mean he liked it. After a minute, he slowly opened his eyes, he looked to the dragon, then back at Rose.

"You're right, I know that, and I hate it. I know, I am no longer the strongest dragon in this world, nor the strongest creature, and that scares me. It makes my blood boil. I know, I am the Dragon King, I hate the fact, that there are other dragons who have the right to challenge me for my crown, to know, there is a possibility, that I will have to submit, and bow down to somebody, especially a child! It makes me want to go into a very long, and deep dragon rage. This child, when he matures, he could very easily take the crown from me, the fact that I could lose my title, it is a nightmare, that I never want to exist, but, as the Dragon Law states, if there is a dragon, stronger in any shape of form than the Dragon King, it has the right to challenge, and take the crown if they so desire. It is only a matter of time. I still hate it, and I would end the war myself if I could, but if in case, I can not, I have to protect this child. You're right, this child may not become dangerous, it can be, if raised wrongly, and out of hatred, but if raised correct, it could become a valuable ally. I, understand now."

He sighed, and then looked to Skyro once more. He looked around, and closed his eyes. He wasn't stupid, he may be young, but he understood this. By listening to everyone, he learned how to speak, the words of his own kind, they encouraged him to speak more.

"I, have no desire to take the title of Dragon King. Where, am I? I been, hatching, for hundred millions of years. I, don't recognize, this place."

He looked around slowly, his voice was young, innocent, it was soft and kind. His voice held a friendly and honest tone. The orbs glowed brightly once, more as they began to speak in unison again.

"You have hatched, in some sort of cave. The next lays behind us, but, the area, the ancients do not recognize ourselves. It seems, there is no more threat to this dragon, so, the shield shall be lowered. If by any means, somebody threatens Skyro, in any shape or form, the ancients will not hesitate to kill you. Skyro may be powerless at this moment, but the ancients guide and protect him, until his dying breath, does any of the creatures have a problem with this?"

The purple barrier lowered, and Angel smiled, she bent down softly, and stroked Skyro, he was so cute, she may be a warrior, but who to say a warrior can't be all friendly to a baby dragon? She smiled softly, and then laughed for a moment.

"Wow, is Skyro you're name? You're a cute little guy, aren't you. My sister Rose will be able to explain the situation better than I, but I can already say, no threat will come to Skyro. We will make sure of that. My name is Angel, it is nice to meet you, but, would somebody care to explain, how does this dragon gain access to these orbs in the wings, how was it born with ancients, guiding and protecting it? Is it part of the species or something? I have never seen anything like it before."

She stood up slowly, and Skyro looked to Angel, he then looked to Rose, then, finally, looked to his wings with a tiny flap. He didn't understand himself, nor his power. He was young, and he didn't understand his own species at all.