In the innermost wall of the great capital of  Sieg Imor, above the floating piece of land piercing through the clouds; inside the castle above the tallest tower stood the grand throne room of Sieg Imor. 

The tower was made out of an ancient stone, made using the technology of a bygone era, millennia-old, whose kind was extinct and found only in millennia-old Kaisenian structures (such as this castle). 

Dragon's glass was used as windows through which the King could see his entire city of seventeen mighty walls guarding his castle. Regardless of the coldness outside at this altitude, this glass stayed warm and regulated the temperature of the throne room. It was also believed to be resistant to fire.

A massive round glossy elevator plate at the center of the throne room's glistening floor had an Immortian Dragon symbol embedded in it. This was responsible for bringing people up and getting them down from the tower. A guard plate closed the floor when the elevator did not complete it.

Many of the realm's lost technology was found in Immortalia.

As a security measure, the plate was always kept at the throne room level, if any insane intruder shall bypass the country's border defenses, the seventeen walls of the city, infiltrate the floating castle then reach the throne room. The only means to even reach the sky castle was a flying animal with a royal permit.

Around it was surrounded seats for courtiers to sit. The Court comprised all races that lived in the kingdom, proportional to their population. There was a Golem representative from the region of Sheldone, two Glidens from the Skyreachers, two Centaurs, and over twenty Elves from the southern region, ten from the northern region, and forty humans. From the special Jurisdiction, two Immortalian Wizards took their seats at the front-most row.

Racism was forbidden, made into a strict law, and enforced effectively in recent history.

The Diamond throne sculpted from one big piece gave a comfortable seat for the mightiest King in the northern continent. He wore an Immortian silver cape with some blue fabric covering his hind arm and legs and were lightly armored. Definitely, he had a sword, a long and strong one, sheathed. Huge, overly decorated Chandeliers hung from the walls to serve the King and danced accordingly to the King's commands.

He protected the Western Continent of Vercretia, Made the Flarantes Kingdom of the South bow to his highness's magnificent might, and made the Eastern Continent of Algard his greatest ally. 

He also made the Floating Archipelago of Caelumteralis Magicia know its damn place.

At the center of this, diverse, splendid realm teeming with life and magic, the Zander's domain of humans, he the king, Jonathan Kindheart Kaisen of Immortalia ruled his jurisdiction extending from the Northerhelm to the Southerhelm of the continent.

Yet, there were evils challenging his majestic peace and quiet, that deserved Extortion.

"The peril of the Eastern Kingdom is inevitable." The hand of the King, standing right next to him, announced with his deep, quite old voice. "Our course of action should be to secure the people over anything else. At the worst scenario of Senatus invading the Southern Reach through the Southern Kaisen's Mountain Range in an attempt to take Dorholt from us or an Invasion through Zandertia to lay siege over Rivercliff," He paused. "This is when our mighty million soldiers at the mountains or another two million stationed at the Imor-Zandertian border, by some chance fails to hold the enemy within their domain," said Master Grimkifell Xyrell, sitting beside him.

(Image: Northern part of the Northern continent of Kaisenia,  In the left, Imor-Zandertian Defence boundary. On the right, Maluma-Zandertian disputed border and Imor-Malumian Border marked over disputed jurisdiction of Kaisen's mountain range.)

The king seemed to have awoken from his deep slumber of thoughts, at the verge of making a Dragon's roar to release his immense anger, when memories of what had happened before eight years resurfaced in his mind. His fiery golden eyes glowed and rivaled the light of the Morning star that shone through the throne room windows behind him.

"I am not cuddling on slender chances, Grimkifell," The king's grandeur voice echoed across the room. The overly detailed chandelier flames flickered for a moment at the King's mighty words. The land, The Sea, The Air; all will obey his highness at his command. He was the one greatest King mankind had ever known.

Even the Dragons, if they exist, will bow to King of the great Immortalia, Jonathan Kindheart Kaisen, the mightiest of all humans and the boldest of all the races, let alone the master wizards of Caelumteralis who threaten the other kingdoms. The Kaisen king was free to make his decisions. 

"The Eastern King's powers are not to be underestimated. His dormancy for the recent eight years is quite disturbing to me, provided the immense power he has within his whim," The King paused. "Senatus had devastated Atavarus taking down half our army, a fourth of Algardian Army, and a third of the Caelumteral Mages since we let him attack first eight years ago, annihilating peace forever. Now the man becomes dormant and recites tranquillity?" The King placed his heavy step which sent tremors across the hall and stood up from his Throne. "I could only sense trouble brewing like a vicious Anhilare poison, " The King Declared.

"I will be but a dunce to pick defense again. Offense will be Immortalia's new 'defense'. Therefore, I hereby command the Northerhelm second army to invade the mountains to detect any suspicious activity of the Desolation of Malumia and command the Dorholt Immortalia Jurisdiction to mobilize its water and air fleets immediately," The king's voice swirled into a direct command at the courtiers.

"Send a message to the latter that I am moving my center-of-action to the City of Dorholt in over a month," announced the King, He felt a storm was under the phase of formation, and the worst was yet to come.

The King's commands were to be carried out immediately. Men did not fear punishment by the King. They knew that the 'punishment' offered by Devastus was far worse. They could never imagine what it is like to be in its presence.

One of the Courtiers in charge of sending the messages across the city walked down to the elevator plate, then descended down the tower. A wizard would use the castle's communication tower to send a wave signal of information directly to the port city of Dorholt. The communication tower at the Dorholt Skycastle would gather the signal and interpret the message.

Immortalia, and most other kingdoms adopted this method of communication. However, this mode is disrupted for overseas transmission, since the curvature of the world limited long range straight line transmissions.

Trained wizards were able to communicate this way without the use of an instrument. Grimkifell was one of them. He felt some disturbance in his head, understandable by the frown made on his face, placing his hand slowly on his bald head to ease it, then said to the king, "The men say that representatives on behalf of Caelumteralis are waiting down the tower for your approval to meet you,"

Upon Grimkifell's information, The king's golden eyes burnt like any other dragon. His head fumed in anger for the disrespect given to the late Queen of the Kingdom. The Chandeliers were silenced of their flames and their raw structures shivered at his agony.  "They are late to the Queen of Immortalia's funeral by EIGHT years, do you take it Grimkifell?" The King's voice crashed down rough. People who were inside the room felt a quake of the King's anger. 

The reason why any sane weakling would not even dare to stand straight facing him. However kind he was, his raw power was threatening for a mortal being.

Grimkifell closed his eyes and meditated; stood still for few seconds, and got back to the king "If they are here after all this time, it should be important," he claimed. The king heeded no more.

The elevator door on the floor gradually sputtered open, and two Immortalian guards of  Immortian blue cape, two Caelumteral soldiers, more like sorcerers and a really old man having a wizard's beard, all-white yet not too loose as old but consistent revealed themselves from the elevator plate.

Yet when the elevator stopped at its level with a jerk, the Immortalian guards almost lost balance, the wizards never flinched. The plate usually never jerked while stopping. Their eyes had to adjust to the sudden light the window behind the King's throne threw upon them. 

When their pupils adjusted, when the light sparred them, they were able to see the Dozen Immortalian banners hung from the either side of the hall, blue banners with a shining silver Dragon's symbol at a hovering stance hung from a seemingly endless height.

That was the Immortalian symbol, for freedom and justice.

They were greeted with awkward looks, and mocking laughs by the Elves and Humans alike leaning through the balcony of the room. The golem snorted, launching a tiny rock at one of the wizard, accidentally striking his head, hurting him pretty well. The Centaurs gave a disgusting neigh at them. The Glidens glided to the balcony to distance themselves from the sorcerers. 

Being near them would taint them.

Besides the king stood his hand, bald, having a good scar on his right face and slight white of a black beard. He still did not look like an old man but he was old, really old, for being a mortal human, unlike a Kaisen.

"Address whence do you come to the only dragon king of the century old Kingdom of Immortalia, dearest people from across the sea," the hand commanded. They were required to be reminded that the Kingdom of Immortalia did not flinch to their politics, even after all these years. He conveyed that the Caelumteral Government should give up on any hopes to bring the King of Immortalia to their side.

The Sorcerers experienced the world laughing at them. The disquieting laughter of the courtiers spread like wildfire, until every last one of them burned in it.

The oldest wizard of them all chuckled at the hand's words, then glanced at him with his emerald green eyes. Silence destroyed the room. "I told these men that the Kaisen might be so high that he wouldn't even recognize me. But I haven't told them about the hand higher than him who would command the King of Flarantes Archipelago, and the Master of Astralis Inhilare Magic, a disciplined wielder of three elements," he said in a very weak voice, not surprising for his age. 

But the way he stood, straight to King Jonathan, something shouted about him across the room.

Grimkifell stood in awe, questioning his instincts which failed to identify Master Zantine of the Flarantes Archipelago, also the King of the country.

King Jonathan, without uttering a word to them raised his hand towards the ceiling, then gestured as in wielding an intensity magic, to activate the king's room elevator from above. The elevator came down from the ceiling. This was not as big as the throne room elevator and completely misaligned from it. 

This made it safe to use even when the people are still standing on the throne room main elevator plate. Some amount of dust scattered when the elevator plate descended. When the plate dropped, the king insisted the guests and Grimkifell get on with him by waving his hand. Not a word of talk to them.

"I declare that the court can disperse until my further announcement. You are allowed to desert the room," the king issued his order. He then lifted the elevator plate the same way he brought it down, with himself and the others standing on it.

Upon ascending up, they encountered dangerous darkness.

Not a window was present to allow the slightest ray of light inside. An Ominous silence shouted in their ears. Then all of a sudden, a blue fire was lit one after the other around the room regressively. When the light reached all parts of the room, it revealed the King in some grand posture standing behind the Caelumteral wizards. It was him who blazed the room.

The king was a fire elemental wielder, henceforth his title, the Dragon King.

It was a complete wizard's room of spells armed with even a telescope to observe the stars. It was also the king's study. From the number of magicia books he had possessed. On the spot, it appeared that he had forged the table and the chairs to sit for a discussion.

"Lets have a discussion, shall we?" The King's warm welcome was so fake, that the room turned cold, even amid the burning fires.

Chapter Word count: 2190 words

I might revise this chapter again, but I believe the present version is at least decent :)