It snowed all the year round on the frost island. From time to time, a snow-white frost dragon glided across the sky.
The buildings standing in this ice and snow world looked like many huge ice cones, magnificent and beautiful.
In a grand castle, six people were sitting at a table. Fox was at the head, and the other five were old with gray hair.
“Unless you can prove Rankster is dead, Douglas won’t approve of you sitting on the throne,” said the old man sitting at Fox’s right hand.
Another old man nodded. “Rankster was badly injured during his fight with Alex, and then he went missing with Alex three years ago. We have searched the whole continent, and only found some of his personal effects. His body has never been recovered.”
Fox snorted. “His fire burned out two years ago. You all know what that means. It means he’s dead! Is Douglas too blind to see that? Or did Rankster hit him so hard in the head that he is unable to use his head to think?”
“His fire here has burned out, yes, but the one in the Golden Dragon clan hasn’t, low as it is burning, so he is alive, or at least his soul is. Rankster is hard to kill. Everyone knows that.”
The table fell silent. Loath though Fox might be to admit it, it was true. Rankster was indeed very hard to kill.
Rankster was a legend. His father was a royal member of the Frost Dragon clan, but he had a golden dragon for a wife.
Frost dragons and golden dragons were at war with each other when his father fell in love with his mother. Countless dragons had been killed. Hatred was spreading like fire.
Both clans wanted to murder Rankster when he was just a fetus in his mother’s womb. When he was born, his mother risked her own life and took him back to his father on the frost island.
Douglas, who was then the chief of the Frost Dragon clan, carried the baby into the sea and let the waves wash him away.
When everyone thought he was dead, he came back 20 years later, and began his legendary life.
He killed countless powerful dragons of both the Frost Dragon clan and the Golden Dragon clan, and fought his way to the very top, forcing Douglas to abdicate and give the throne to him, and putting an end to the war between the two clans which had lasted over 1,000 years.
He had been rumored to be dead many times, but he had come back every time, stronger than ever.
He had earned himself the nickname “King Immortal”. Just his name alone was enough to strike fear into most people.
He had been one of the three strongest dragons on dragon islands.
About 10 years ago, he met Alex, who was also a most fearsome fighter.
Their power shook the dragon islands. The deep rift across the main island spoke volumes about how fierce their fight had been.
Rankster lost, and was severely injured. He went into seclusion.
Alex won, but was also badly injured. He recovered later, and embarked on his dragon-slaying journey.
No one knew how bad Rankster’s injuries were. He had never gone into seclusion because of his injuries before. His seclusion lasted seven years.
Three years ago, word of Alex being ambushed in Rodu found its way to the dragon islands.
Rankster came out of seclusion, and then went missing.
Some said he didn’t believe Alex was dead and had gone looking for him.
The others said he had committed suicide because his life was meaningless now that his rival was gone.
One thing was certain: the frost dragons had no leader to guide them now.
So, naturally, there was a lot of discussion about picking a new leader.
Most frost dragons had wanted Douglas to assume the crown, but to their surprise, he refused. He suggested holding off finding a new leader, and wanted to locate Rankster first.
He told them that even if they couldn’t find Rankster, the crown should go to a young dragon. He believed the frost dragons needed young blood to lead them.
With Rankster nowhere to be found, many young dragons couldn’t help but feel tempted by the throne.
Fox was one of them. He was Rankster’s half-brother, and they were close. He was a 9th-tier dragon. Of course his power couldn’t hold a handle to that of Rankster, but he was one of strongest in the younger generation.
Another popular candidate was Elizabeth, Rankster’s daughter.
She had the pure blood of the frost dragons in her veins and was talented just like her father. She had reached the 7th-tier before adulthood, and she had the potential to reach the 10th-tier before she turned 100 years old.
Considering that dragons could live for thousands of years, she would definitely go far.
However, since her father had killed many frost dragons and his mother was a golden dragon, not many people wanted to see her on the throne.
Yet Douglas seemed to quite like her, so many frost dragons chose to sit on the fence.
The golden dragons supported Elizabeth, of course. After all, her grandmother was a golden dragon.
The throne was tantalizingly close, but Fox couldn’t reach it.
If not for Elizabeth, he would have already become the king of frost dragons.
Fox clenched his fists in anger. “Alex is not dead, so Rankster will challenge him to a duel again if he’s also alive. If he ends up dead, the crown will pass on to me.”
“That’s not going to happen,” said a cold voice. “Not when Elizabeth is alive.”
…
“Big Sister Miya has horns, but I have no horns, so she can’t be my mother,” said Amy.
“Big Sister Babla’s breasts are also small. Very small. Too small. So, she won’t do, either.”
Babla blushed but said nothing. Amy and Mag looked at Sally in unison.
Amy nodded. “Big Sister Aisha is beautiful and mature, and she’s an elf. She can pass for my mother.” Then she turned to Mag. “Big Brother Blour would look gorgeous in female clothing, I think.” She smiled. “He could pose as my mother too if you don’t mind, Father.”
“I mind!” Mag said hurriedly.
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