“I want all of them dead! Kill them all!” The man snarled viciously. The people near him flinch at the rage in his voice.
“Yes your highness,” a young man said with a bow before scurrying away, his voice quivering with fear.
All of the people in the room felt their bodies cowering in fear at the man’s anger. He was their King, the werewolf King, and he was extremely powerful over all of them.
He would become honored and his command would be remembered for centuries, as it led to the extinction of Fire Dragons, or so everyone thought.
15 Years Later
The King was staring out the window in his son’s room, thinking about his new wife, who was currently pregnant with their second child. She was sick though, and the doctors fear she wouldn’t survive long enough to give birth.
“Father? Why do the peasant children tell stories of Fire Dragons? I thought they were just a myth.” The King turned his head and sees his son sitting on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
“They were real, they have been turned into myth,” he said, sitting on the bed beside his son.
“What happened to all of the Fire Dragons?” The boy asked curiously, turning toward his father.
“They were destroyed. I ordered for all of them to be hunted down and killed. A Fire Dragon killed your mother and your sister. She was 12, and it was about a moon after you turned 2 years,” the King told his son, his voice filled with grief.
The boy’s eyes grew sad and slowly filled with tears as the story of his mother and sister’s deaths continued to fill his thoughts. He began to hate dragons, even though he had never met or seen one.
“Are there any dragons left?” The boy asked his father.
“It is impossible to be sure, but I want you to promise me something,” the King paused.
“Of course, anything at all father,” the boy replied eagerly.
“If you ever find a Fire Dragon, I want you to torture and destroy it so that it feels the pain our family has suffered.”