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Prologue: World Oblivious
St. George is reputed for killing the fierce and mighty dragon; his battle with the creature told and celebrated all across England. He was the hero, the conqueror for man. The slayer had become the hero. Good had defeated evil as it should.
And the world became complacent, content with their lives. Long after the St. George had passed, the world lay vulnerable and open, deluded into believing that the peace would stay.
But dragons are vengeful and cunning creatures, and a dormant dragon is one to be wary of. And now a new dragon had arisen. This time the dragon planned to conquer and siege. This time the dragon planned to leave the victor. And this time, this time there would be no St. George to get in the way.
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Veela.
The word quietly swept the halls of Malfoy Manor as the heir to the Malfoy fortune emerged from a room in the West Wing, as per norm lately. The changes had been overwhelming, the young man taking to locking himself within the Manor for days without end, coming out only after each new change had fully taken effect.
Portraits whispered as the beautiful male walked down the halls towards the Master Bedroom in the East Wing. When his blood had been dormant, he had been handsome, but now he was painfully so. His eyes seemed sharp though his nose still had the same aristocratic tilt. And his white blond hair, though slightly longer, looked like a haunting halo upon his head. The male was enchanting.
The air around him seemed to charge with simmering heat as his intoxicating presence seemed to call to attention everyone around him. Males seemed more on edge and females felt their blood become much, much more heated. Even the portraits felt the effects.
Veela, they whispered amongst themselves, the paintings all looking on anxiously. The son of a Malfoy and Black, two notorious clans with Veela roots entwined among branches of the family trees. Another among the Malfoy was a Veela, the blood so obviously dominant within the man.
What a deliciously decadent piece of information to gossip on.
And as they whispered, the young man walked forward, paying them no mind, though now with his enhanced hearing, he heard all that they said.
Being a Veela was the least of his pains. In actuality, it was a part of himself he accepted completely. The pain he had to undergo to adjust himself was bearable with the awe inspiring end results. The blood pumping through him, the longing he felt for one person confirming what he known for a long time was reassuring as well. The path he had chosen, the one that he would lead was the right one.
And while he remained on the task of claiming his mate, the rest of his plans were commencing. The future he had envisioned was all coming to realization.
Entering the quiet of his suite, he shut the door and crossed towards the large bay window.
Beyond the lush, virile grounds of Malfoy Manor, beyond the sinisterly enchanted forest, the dark and ancient words… Beyond that was another land like Troy: unknowing, oblivious and unprepared.
It was all a matter of time.
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A/N: This WIP has been transferred from my old account since I got tired of switching back and forth to manage all of my reviews.
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