Her voice trembling. "Please, don't fight anymore. Let's just leave and be safe.I...I don't know, I am having a very bad feeling about everything that's happening here...it's...it's like what I saw in my dream. Draco please..."
But before she could finish, Nemesis's female accomplice lunged at her with a dagger. I felt a surge of fury inside me as I watched her attack my Liana.She did herself bad.
"You dare to hurt her?!" I roared, my eyes blazing with rage. "I'll show you what it means to cross a Dragon Lord,you little b*tch! "
In a swift movement, I lunged at her, using all my strength to strike her down. The sound of her body hitting the ground was music to my ears, and I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me as I looked down at her lifeless form.
But the triumph was short-lived.
I turned around to see Nemesis holding the Ivory Blade.
I took a step back, my eyes wide. "How the hell did you get your filthy hands on that again? "
My tone must had become a little shaky and he caught onto that.
He just smiled, his eyes glinting with malice. "It's too late for that question, Draco," he said. "You should have thought about the consequences of your actions before your lot banished my mother."
Just then, I sensed my troops descending and so might have Nemesis as well.
I had just looked up and my sight was back at him again.
He was right in front of me but Liana was between him and me.
Then everything else unfolded in a slow motion.
My nose caught the scent of Liana's blood.
I felt a sudden sense of dread as I saw the blade pierce through her chest, the tip of the Ivory Blade protruding from her back.
"Liana!" I screamed, reaching out to catch her as she fell.
The Elite guards snooped down one after the other, transforming back into their human forms.
I saw Nemesis, break into a run as the guards ran behind him.
All the sounds , all the noises went into reverb as all I could hear were echoes.
My sight was getting blurry, probably because they were rapidly getting moist. Then one tear after another, began dropping down my cheeks.
Liana looked up at me, her eyes filled with tears as well. "I...I had to do it," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I couldn't let you die. I love you, Draco. Always."
I felt a wave of despair wash over me as I looked down at her l. "No, Liana," I said, my voice cracking. "Please, don't leave me." Then I added in a whisper.
"I love you too."
But it was too late. She was gone, taken from me by the very blade that was meant for me. I felt tsunami of anger and sadness inside me, as I cradled her in my arms.
"Nemesis," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "You will pay for this. I swear it on Liana's memory." I felt a sense of emptiness inside me, as I held her close, mourning the loss of the  person who had ever truly understood me.
As I held Liana's lifeless body in my arms, my mind was numb with grief. I barely registered the sound of footsteps behind me, only to turn as a little hand grabbed me from behind.
It was my Damian, his hands trembling with fear.
I turned around to see him standing there, his eyes wide with horror as he looked at Liana's body. "Mommy?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him, his small frame shaking with sobs. "I'm sorry, Damian," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Mommy's gone. She's not coming back."
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with tears. "No, " he cried out, his voice breaking. "Please, don't let her go. I don't want her to leave again."
I felt terribly helpless as I looked at him, his face contorted with grief. "I know, Damian," I said, my voice shaking with emotion. "I don't want her to go either."
I tried holding my son's hand between my folds.
He looked up at me, his eyes a little confused. "But Daddy, it's not fair," he said, his voice trembling. "Why did she have to go again?"
I felt a sudden sense of despair wash over me as I looked at him, his small form shaking with grief. "I don't know, Damian," I said, my voice cracking as I chocked on my own tears. "I wish I did. But all we can do now is remember her."
He took a step towards me and sat beside me, taking Liana's other hand in his own hand.
Together, we sat there, holding Liana's lifeless body, as the tears flowed freely down our faces. And in that moment, I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
And in that confusing moment, I failed to notice, how the Ivory Blade could take the life of my Liana, who was supposed to be just a human.
*****
Bird's eye view
POV of the mythical bird, associated with death and prophecies-
I am Gamayun. Just a regular bird out in the sky of the mighty dragon realm. As I soared high in the sky, I could see the realm stretched out beneath me. Today, another Royal Dragon funeral was taking place, but it was not like any other I had seen before. The atmosphere was thick with grief and sadness, and even the clouds seemed to have turned a somber shade of grey. The air felt heavier around the palace as if it had covered itself with a cloak of sorrow.
However, the deceased was not even a dragon, but a human woman named Liana, who had become the accidental mate of Dragon Lord Draco. She had sacrificed her own life to save him from the Ivory Blade, and her act of bravery had left a deep impact on all the dragons present here.
The funeral pyre has been erected in the center of the open field, and it towered high into the sky. The pyre was made of the finest woods and adorned with intricate carvings that depicted the rich history of the realm. Surrounding the pyre , we're hundreds of dragons, each of them adorned in their darkest garbs of mourning.
They had their metals on themselves. It was a sign of mourning that they carried around, all along the mourning period.
Draco was next to the pyre, his face a mask of stoicism, but I could sense the deep pain and sorrow that he was trying to hide. He was the Dragon King, feared by all, but today, he looked like a broken man. His little son, Damian, was standing beside him, his tiny hand clutched tightly in Draco's grasp. I could see the grief etched on his face, and he kept reaching out for his foster mother, who was no longer there to hold him.
The funeral rites began with a solemn chant that filled the air with reverberating echoes of the dragons' voice. Their voices rose and fell in perfect harmony, their words reflecting off the pyre and echoing across the realm again and again. The chant told the tale of Liana's bravery and sacrifice, and how she had won the hearts of all the dragons.
The pyre was then lit by Draco and Damian. They breathed on it together but ,right after that, Damian fell on the ground sobbing inconsolably as I spied Draco,fighting hard to hold back those tears. Flames leapt high into the sky. The heat was intense, and I could feel it even from the distance at which I was flying. The dragons bowed their heads in respect as the flames consumed Liana's body, and tears flowed freely from their eyes.
Draco remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the flames. I could sense the pain and anguish that he was going through, and my heart went out to him. His love for Liana was pure and true, and her loss had left a gaping hole in his heart.
As the pyre burnt, the dragons continued their chant, their voices growing louder and more powerful with each passing moment. The chant spoke of hope and the promise of a new dawn, a time when the pain and sorrow of this day will be forgotten.But nobody knew it would be how long.
As the last embers of the pyre died out, the dragons bowed their heads once again in respect. They had paid their last respect to Liana, a human who had earned their love and admiration.
Draco stood tall, his gaze still fixed on the ashes of the pyre.
I circled around the place for a few more times, finally when I saw Draco lift his head. He looked right at me and it kind of caught me off guard. Startled and frightened, I flew off from the spot for my dear feathers.
No matter how lifeless his eyes looked at the moment, I knew that he would know how to smile once more.