Asterion blinked, staring at Albion as if he'd misheard. The young dragon prince had just asked him to fight—no, demanded it.
Truth be told, Asterion hadn't seen much of Albion since the royal meeting. He'd been buried in training with his father and the Blue-Eyes Clan, too busy to spare time for anyone else. Still, a pang of guilt lingered in him. He was, after all, the one who had gotten the prince lost in the first place.
"You… want me to attack you?" Asterion's tone carried both confusion and dread.
Albion answered not with words, but with magic. Three glyphs flared to life around him—one burning with the brilliance of the sun, another seething with abyssal darkness, and the last flowing like liquid Water.
"Spellcode taught me three different defensive shield spells," Albion explained, excitement sparking in his voice. "Now I want to see how much I can take, how fast I can react—and how long I can last."
Asterion's wings twitched uneasily, spreading wide. "Listen, I really don't want to get in trouble with your dad again, alright?"
Albion tilted his head, almost grinning. "Come on. We're both kids. We're both dragons. This should be normal for us." He then jabbed a finger toward the sidelines.
Watching intently were Chame, Tillroo, Housekee, Eria, Wynn, Aussa, Hiita, Lyna, Dharc, and Vesiculo, their expressions ranging from worried to curious.
"And besides," Albion continued, "we've got plenty of people here to stop us if things get out of hand."
Asterion followed his finger, looked at the group of pint-sized mages and misfits, then deadpanned:
"Yeah, sure. Kids our age are totally going to stop two dragons from wrecking the place."
Albion looked at Asterion as he made the First Light Shield. "Go, ahead".
Asterion sighed as he spoke. "Ok".
As then Asterion moves using a Light Push Glyph, as he was face Infront of Albion, as he coverd his First with light Magic, as Light Glyph was made, as he punched the shield as Albion moved it quickly, blocking the attack
The impact rang out with a sharp crack, light scattering like glass as the shield rippled under the blow. Albion steadied his arm, feeling the weight of Asterion's strike through the barrier.
Albion smirked. "Not bad. But your stance gives you away."
Asterion gritted his teeth, adjusting his footing. "I'm still holding back."
"Then stop holding back," Albion shot back, rotating the shield to absorb the lingering force before flicking it aside. "If you want to master Light Push and turn it into something practical, you need to treat me like your enemy, not your sparring partner."
Asterion inhaled deeply, light gathering around his fists again. This time, the glyphs etched into the air flared brighter, sharper—more precise. With a burst of speed, he darted in, chaining glyphs beneath his feet to move faster than before.
Albion's eyes narrowed. The shield flared, absorbing strike after strike as the training hall echoed with thunderous blows. The air shimmered with residual energy, sparks of light scattering across the floor like starlight.
Finally, Albion tilted his head, smiling faintly. He's adapting faster than I thought.
But then, instead of another straight punch, Asterion twisted his body mid-strike, redirecting his momentum and slamming his fist from the side.
The shield cracked.
Albion's smirk widened. "Now we're talking."
Asterion, then moved again we he was going to puch, the Shield change, as Albion moved thr Dark Glyph, as it made Dark Shield, as Asterion Punched it, not only did it Tank his Light, but it also absorbed it as he went back.
Asterion looked at him as he spoke. "Your Second Attributes is Dark?"
Albion looked at him as he spoke. "Yeah, instead your as well? Sense your Primary is light like me".
Asterion let out a small chuckle as he steadied himself. "Yeah, you caught that, huh? My secondary is Darkness as well. Guess the irony isn't lost on either of us—two 'children of light' dabbling with the shadows."
Albion smirked, lowering his shield slightly. "Not dabbling. Mastering. Light without Darkness is blinding, and Darkness without Light is suffocating. Together… they balance each other."
Asterion's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "So you figured it out too. I used to think my Dark attribute was… a flaw. Something that would get me branded as corrupted. But after years of training, I realized it was just another tool. Another side of the same coin."
Albion tapped the shield, letting the glyph fade away into glowing fragments. "Exactly. That's why I don't reject it. If anything, it makes me stronger. The world wants to label Light as 'good' and Dark as 'evil'—but the truth is, they're both just forces. The intent behind them is what matters."
Dharc then spoke. "Um, hello, are you forget I am here, your Dharc The Dark Charmer".
Albion and Asterion froze mid-stance, both turning their heads at Dharc, who was standing there with his arms crossed and the most unimpressed look on his face.
Albion raised a hand sheepishly. "…Right. You're literally Dharc the Dark Charmer. I guess I didn't need to make it sound like discovering Dark magic was groundbreaking."
Asterion rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Yeah, kind of awkward to say it like that in front of you."
Dharc sighed dramatically, tossing his hair back. "Awkward? It's borderline insulting! I devote my entire existence to mastering darkness, and then you two start treating it like some surprise second-rate gimmick." He jabbed a finger at Albion. "You? Fine, you've got potential. But you—" he pointed at Asterion, "—if you're going to dabble in Light and Dark, at least have the decency to acknowledge the master standing right in front of you."
Albion smirked. "You mean you?"
Dharc narrowed his eyes. "Of course me!"
Asterion chuckled and looked at Albion. "Guess we're gonna get lectured now."
Albion grinned. "Good. Because if we're going to balance light and darkness, maybe it's time Dharc proves just how much of a 'master' he really is."
Dharc's smirk returned instantly. "Oh, I'll prove it. Prepare yourselves, boys—today you're going to respect the shadows."
Would you like me to continue with Dharc actually stepping into the sparring match and showing them both how Light and Dark should properly be balanced?
Lyna giggled as she looked at Dharc. "Aww, you're acting so cute, thinking you're the master of Darkness."
Dharc blushed, crossing his arms. "Because I am! I earned the title of Charmer from the Dark Kingdoms for a reason, remember?"
Lyna smirked, leaning closer. "Don't forget who taught you. Elemental Guardian Escuridao won't be happy if his student starts getting cocky."
Dharc looked away, muttering, "Only if Master finds out…"
Albion looked at him, as he spoke. "Yeah, anyway".
He looked at Asterion. "Let's continue"
Asterion looked at him, as he charged up another light push Glyphs. "All right then, let's start".
The ground shook as Asterion summoned another wave of light glyphs, this time layering them into a lattice of radiant circles above his fists. Each one pulsed like miniature suns, the air around them shimmering with heat and pressure.
Albion adjusted his stance, the dark glyphs shifting across his shield like liquid shadows. His eyes narrowed, reading every movement. He's not holding back this time…
With a sudden roar, Asterion launched forward, his punches now carrying the force of compressed light blasts, each strike detonating against Albion's shield like small explosions.
Albion held firm, the Dark Shield absorbing the impact, rippling with black energy that devoured the radiance. Then, with a flick of his wrist, Albion redirected the absorbed energy, firing beams of inverted light—darkened rays—straight back at Asterion.
Asterion skidded across the field, his boots digging trenches into the dirt as he crossed his arms to block. "So, it really does reflect too…" he muttered, teeth clenched.
Dharc whistled low. "That's some scary synergy, Albion. You're like a mirror that bites back."
Lyna giggled again. "Careful, Dharc. Don't act too impressed, or you'll look jealous."
"I'm not jealous!" Dharc huffed, crossing his arms. "I could totally do that too if I wanted!"
Albion ignored them, stepping forward, his shield dissolving into twin glyphs—one dark, one light—circling each hand. He raised them, the symbols intertwining like twin stars caught in orbit.
"Asterion," Albion called out, his voice steady. "If you're going all out, then so will I."
The air around him distorted as light and dark began weaving together into something unstable yet powerful.
Asterion's eyes widened slightly, but then a grin spread across his face. "Finally… now this is getting good."
He raised his fists once more, light glyphs flaring brighter than ever, ready to clash.
The battlefield began to glow with clashing radiance and shadows as both prepared their next decisive move.
Asterion moves in rush, as then, Albion removed the Dark shield, as he put the water Glyph, as Water shield was made, as Asterion hit with all his force, as the water shield Absorbed it and Reflected it.
"It was at that moment, Asterion knew he fucked Up"
And so did Albion.
Boom!
The whole Castle ground shakes, as after a few second the Dragoon Guard came in high alerts, so did King Albion in his Dragon Form, as few other dragons, as they heard the explosion thing the worse that the castle was attacked by an energy Force
The smoke cleared, leaving a gaping crater in the middle of the training ground.
Albion stood frozen, his water shield fizzling away, while Asterion was half-buried in the dirt, twitching like a fried fish.
The Dragoon Guard stormed in with spears glowing, their armor clanking.
"Your Highness! Are you under attack?!" one barked, wings flaring.
King Albion, towering in his dragon form, narrowed his golden eyes, the ground trembling with each breath. "Explain. Now."
Albion (the son, not the king) gulped, his face pale. "Uh… Dad, it's not what it looks like—"
Dharc, who had been watching from the sidelines, immediately pointed at him. "IT WAS HIM!"
Lyna slapped her forehead. "Wow, loyalty level: zero."
Asterion coughed up a puff of smoke. "In… my… defense… that reflection was not… in the manual."
The King's claws dug into the ground as his gaze swept across the cracked training yard. "Do you fools realize the energy spike you just caused?! Half the capital thought we were under siege!"
Albion quickly waved his hands. "We were just practicing glyph theory!"
"Glyph theory?" the King rumbled, lowering his head until his teeth gleamed inches away. "That looked less like glyph theory… and more like declaring war."
The Dragoon Guards murmured nervously. Some even drew closer, scanning the skies, still expecting enemy fire.
Lyna, ever the opportunist, tried to smooth things over. "Your Majesty, it was just a harmless… experiment. See? Nobody's dead!"
Asterion weakly raised a thumb from the crater. "Almost though…"
The King's nostrils flared, a plume of smoke escaping. "…My son. You have five seconds to explain why the castle's foundations nearly cracked… or you and your 'friends' will be digging trenches to rebuild them."
Albion's stomach dropped. Dharc leaned toward him and whispered, "Just blame the water glyph. Everyone blames water glyphs."
Chame, Tillroo and Housekee rushed in Infront of Albion, as they looker at the King. "Please King, he was just training".
Albion looked at his 3 maid's. "Um, girls it's kinda my fault".
King Albion turned back into his Human form, as he looked at his Son. "A training that lead to this?".
Eria walker in, removing dirt from her clothes. "Yes, all of us were there, we saw it".
Wynn, Hiita, Auusa and Vesiculo noded at once, as they looked at the King.
Then what came out supires all them, the King Chuckled and after a few second he spoke. "You all are still in Trouble".
Few minute later.
All them were cleaning the Toilets in the Castle, all of the Toilet's.
Albion sat cross-legged by the side, scrubbing with a miserable face. The mighty heir of the Dragon King… reduced to toilet duty. He glanced at Asterion, who looked equally pitiful, tail drooping as he tried to balance a brush.
Dharc was sulking in the corner, grumbling under his breath. "I'm a Charmer, not a janitor! My magic is meant to bend shadows, not… not unclog drains!" He jabbed the brush into the porcelain with extra force, splashing water all over himself.
"Careful, Dharc," Eria smirked, scrubbing away casually with practiced ease. "The toilets might fight back if you keep provoking them."
That earned a laugh from Wynn, who was struggling to hold her nose. "Honestly, for a punishment… this is way worse than chores at home."
Hiita, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying herself far too much. She had rolled up her sleeves, humming as flames danced lightly in her hands—just enough to sterilize the bowls in a blink. "See? Efficient cleaning."
"NO MAGIC!" House DragonMaid barked from the hallway, holding a clipboard as she supervised with the authority of an executioner. Hiita groaned and let the flames fizzle out.
Auusa sighed dramatically, wiping her brow. "We should've just let Albion and Asterion blow each other up… at least then we'd be recovering in bed instead of cleaning this…"
Vesiculo, quiet as always, simply kept working with a blank expression, though the vein twitching on her forehead suggested he was one sarcastic remark away from snapping.
Finally, the King himself walked in to inspect their "progress." He looked at his son crouched over a toilet with a rag in hand, and for a moment his stern face softened into a grin.
"Good. You should all remember—power without restraint causes chaos." He tapped his cane against the floor. "And chaos, in this household… is cleaned up by you."
Albion muttered under his breath, "I'd rather fight five dragons than scrub one more toilet…"
Eria smirked. "Careful. Say that too loud and the King might make it ten toilets instead."
The maids—exchanged knowing looks. Truth be told, watching the young troublemakers humbled by toilet duty was the best entertainment they'd had all week.
Albion cleaned the toilets as he spoke. "So, who are we blaming for this?"
Everyone said at once. "You and Asterion".
Albion huffed as he spoke. ""Wel, niemand het vir jou gesê om vir my te probeer toesmeer nie, maar jy het, nou nie? ("Well, no one told you try and cover up for me, but you did, now didn't you?)"
Vesiculo stopped as she smirk and spoke back in her native Tongue, being the only one who understood him. "Will, is jy nie besig om goed vers in die Inheemse Tale van My te word nie (Will, aren't you becoming well verse in the Native Langues of Mine)"
Albion looked at her as he spoke. "Well you have been teaching me".
"Still no way near fluent" she said.
Lyna groaned loudly, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn stain.
"This is so unfair! I didn't even do anything!"
Chame stuck her tongue out at him. "You watched and didn't stop it. That makes you guilty too."
Tillroo giggled, holding her bucket. "Besides, teamwork builds character. Right, Lady Eria?"
Eria, who was wiping down a sink with her sleeves rolled up, raised an eyebrow. "Don't drag me into this. I'm only doing this because apparently witnesses aren't immune to punishment."
Hiita let out a sigh, leaning on her mop. "At least we're all in this together. It's like… toilet-cleaning boot camp."
Auusa smirked. "You mean toilet knight training?"
That actually made Albion pause mid-scrub, his serious face breaking.
"…Toilet Knights of the Round Bowl…"
Everyone stopped.
Vesiculo burst out laughing first, nearly dropping her rag. "Albion, no!"
But the damage was done—Wynn snorted, Hiita tried to stifle a laugh, and Asterion threw his rag down dramatically.
"If you knight me Toilet Knight Asterion, I'm leaving this castle."
Albion chuckled, going back to scrubbing. "Relax, it's just a joke. …Though I am tempted to make a crest for it."
Chame clasped her hands together with mock seriousness. "The crest must be a shining porcelain throne!"
Everyone started laughing again, and for a moment the punishment didn't feel so bad.
To be continued
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