So this section is based off of Volume 2 aka the beginning of the Dragon Lord and the battle with Nadil to acquire his Queen back. I'm actually in the middle of chapter two. I'm making it a bit different than the manga so please bare with me and give me comments on how I handled things for those that read the manga. I hope that you like it and enjoy!!!

I DO NOT OWN DRAGON KNIGHTS. I WISH I DID BECAUSE I WOULD BE ALL OVER IT!!! AND I WOULD TELL YOU WHO NOHIRO WAS. enjoy!!

Dragon Knights Novel based story from Manga

Taken From Volume 2 : The Dragon Lord's Story Part 1 and 2

Original story by Mineko Ohkami

The Dragon Lord's Story

Chapter Two

Lykouleon traveled far into the snowy regions. He lost count of the days he spent on his quest to get back his captured Queen from the Yokai Lord Nadil. Deus stayed by his side the whole time, never leaving his shoulder as he held on to it's Master as the winds began to pick up. Lykouleon knew that it was time to take shelter to wait until this small snow storm has past.

As he searched for a cave or a shelter of some kind, he sensed a presence in front of him. He cautiously stood there, his Dragon ready to attack. He sensed great power in the direction. "Get ready.." he whispered to himself as the thing got closer and closer.

Lykouleon made out small things as it got closer. He noticed that, it was a short old man, no taller than a third of the Lords' size. The only thing that was tall was his cane that he carried, which was a few inches taller in height. He had a thick wide white beard that covered his bottom half of his face. His hair was the same color as his beard, that was as long as the beard in the front. The one thing that was interesting to the Lord was the pointed ears on the old man. Normally, it was customary to see the Dragon Tribe in his kingdom having pointed ears. However, the only other species of pointed ears with a presence that had such high virtue were of a special breed.

"Fairie? He is a fairie?" he whispered. He didn't know for sure, but the being was indeed a powerful one.

The old man stopped in front of the Lord, his expression hidden by the snow and the beard. "Come with me. I have a place to stay until the storm dies down," and with those words, he turned around and walked back to where he came from.

Lykouleon looked at him for a few moments before following after him, being just a bit cautious as to what might happen.

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"So..the Demon Castle is guarded by a set of demons? Snow Crewger and Ice Illuser?" Lykouleon spoke softly.

The old man led the Lord into a small cave. A small fire was in the center of the cave as they sat on opposite sides. The old man spoke to the Lord about the demons that plagued the land near the castle of the Demon Lord. "That is correct. They are responsible for the windy weather we have. They have killed anyone that have come across their path," the old man spoke as he stroked his beard. "No one has made it past those two alive." He whispered to him as he handed the Lord some nice hot tea to warm him up.

Lykouleon looked down at the tea, thinking of the two demons. They were once the proud dogs of the Dragon Lord before Nadil's Henchmen took them and controlled them to do their bidding. He felt uneasy at the thought of his own companions killing the ones that they fought alongside. It must have been some powerful spell to make them do such a thing. He took a few sips of his hot tea, feeling his body warm up rather quickly. "May I ask what you are doing around here, sir? It is rather dangerous to be living near Nadil's Castle, don't you think?" Lykouleon asked him with a concerned look on his face.

The old man looked at Lykouleon, with the Lord unable to read his mind or expression. "I have been waiting for you to come here for quite some time. I have been waiting here to ask a favor of you, Dragon Lord." he spoke sternly.

Lykouleon almost spilled his tea as he heard the words from the old man. "H-How did you know--?"

The old man smiled as he looked at the Dragon perched upon his shoulder. "Your beautiful Light Dragon gives you away, My Lord," The old man chuckled as he seen the expression on the Lord's face as he looked at Deus. Deus made a small cry as it extended it's wings behind Lykouleon.

"What is this favor you ask of me?" Lykouleon asked the old man after he regained his composure. He felt that he shouldn't have been surprised at the thought of the old man knowing his identity, since Alfeegi always finds out about him when he dresses up as a Dragon Fighter. Even with the dying of his hair or even a hallucination spell could not fool the eyes of the White Dragon Officer.

The old man finished his tea as he set down the cup on the ground. "Well...the thing is, I need some of your blood, My Lord." he spoke sternly to the Lord.

Lykouleon froze with concern and worry. He panicked in his mind as he was unsure of what to say. "But..my blood is--"

"I know. It is poisonous." The old man interrupted as he picked up his cup. "Not unless you know how to handle the blood."

Lykouleon closed his eyes. His blood was indeed poison to some. Not a lot of people can touch the Lord when he bleeds. The only people that were able to handle the blood of the Lords' are the Queen, and those who are worthy of touching it. Lykouleon recalled the other day, when he was wounded. A female Officer tried to tend to his wounds. However, she met her fate when she touched his blood. Lykouelon was hurt by the fact that someone fell victim to his blood, since the Queen was not there to aide him. He looked at the old man, his hand shook as he extended it out slowly. "You can have my blood. I just hope you know what you are doing."

The old man nodded as he handed the dagger to the Lord, placing the cup below his hand. The Dragon Lord winced as he stabbed his hand, his poisonous blood coming out as it dripped within the cup. "Your blood is like a powerful drug, My Lord. Unless treated with magic, it is a deadly poison. For anyone but the Demons, anyone would want their hands on it," he spoke as the cup was filled half way with Lykouleon's blood.

Lykouleon tore off a peice of fabric from his cape underneath the black one and tied it tightly around his hand to prevent the bleeding. Some of his blood seeped through the fabric, creating a red stain upon the bandage. "And what of the Demons?"

"The Demons cannot touch such a thing, My Lord. To them, it is just pure light. They cannot stand such things." The old man spoke as he held the cup between his hands, having it float in the air, the cup glowing a bit. "But, thanks to you, My Tribe can be saved, sir."

Lykouleon looked at the old man with a confused look upon his face as he held his hand. "Tribe? Wait? Who ARE you?"

Before the old man answered his question, the fire went out due to an icy wind within the cave. Lykouleon jumped up, looking about as Deus flew right above the Lord's head. Lykouleon looked at his little Dragon. "Deus. Go protect the Old man. I sense something uneasy about this wind." He whispered.

The Dragon gave out a small cry before it flew to the Old Man. Lykouleon walked up to the entrance of the cave. His eyes looked straight ahead, slowly unsheathing his sword. The wind picked up rather quickly, the snow blowing fiercely into his face. He shielded his eyes for the brief moment before the wind finished its onslaught upon his body. As he placed his arms down, his eyes widened slowly as to who was in front of him. "Crewger...Illuser..they actually left the entrance to the castle to come here.." he whispered.

The two dog demons that were once his comrades, now stood before their previous Master. They were both just as white as the snow, their long fur and bushy long tails blowing in the wind. However, Lykouleon noticed the head plates and the chain collar that were around both of their necks. "Nadil must have used his magic to make them do his bidding. Damn him!"

The dog-like demons growled furiously at the Dragon Lord, their eyes just glaring into the Lord's own. They showed no signs of them fighting off the spell once they seen the Lord's face. Lykouleon held a tighter grip onto his blade, unsure what to do. He didn't really want to slaughter his companions, but then, he didn't want them under the influence of Nadil and his blood could not be shed. Not at this time anyway. "Ether way..they will die." he whispered as he pointed his sword at the two dogs. "If I can defeat you, I can advance into the castle."

Without warning, Illuser made the first move. He leaped up, his fangs shown as he was aiming for Lykouleon.

CLIFFHANGER!! Well, Chapter Three will be up soon! See ya soon!