The Dragonborn

A Singularity
''“So, you’ve come after-all? The miracle born of this world, a dragon born from a human; he who can eventually become a great king. The life that should be despised by all….the world’s first demigod, Bathory Tabart!!!”''

Tabart’s eyes shot open as he leaned forward from his chair, breathing in rhythm with his beating heart. It was that same dream; that same memory that appeared. He hadn’t been older than fifteen when he was summoned. It wasn’t often that the elders called upon a member of the Castilla y Leon household.

He had thought he was in trouble, but it was far from that. He was expected to do something no other dragon had been able to do since the founding of the World Government. They said it was his purpose. No, it was an inescapable destiny that he was born with. In fact, it was the reason he existed at all. He didn’t think much of it then, but now, he wondered how pleased they were with him.

It wasn’t normal for him to want to visit the Holy Land, which was odd considering it was a paradise above all paradises. However, for Tabart, it was a reminder that he was destined to accomplish something more than he expected out of himself. Maybe it was something he didn’t even want to accomplish, but he had no other option. There wasn’t a person in this world who could defy the World Government; the wishes of the elders. If they spoke it, then it became reality, as if it was decreed by the heavens themselves.

Maybe it really was the heavens? Maybe they really were gods? Isn’t that what it meant to be gods? Omniscient, all powerful? With their treasure, there wasn’t a person in this world that could usurp them. Not since they stole it from the Great Kingdom that long ago. The only thing that kept them from truly ascending was the fact that the Ope Ope no Mi slipped from the crevices of their grip so long ago. That was the highest priority for them: reobtaining that fruit.

He exhaled deeply, calming himself. This was a simple vacation, and a chance to meet with his family before the eventual wedding. They knew he was coming. They knew everything, but he couldn’t let that linger any longer.

He stood up from his desk, and left his office door, stationed in a massive ship forged from the best material the world could offer.

“Frida!” Tabart called out, knocking on a door that was at the opposite end of the corridor. “You awake?”