Humans have fallen for over three hundred years now.

Three hundred years ago, one fine day, in the hustling bustling city of Lumina, arrived the humanized Dragonesians. Their remarkable ability to reside in both their human and dragon forms led to the growth of their fame amongst humans.

In the beginning, not a single soul questioned about their existence, since they seemed to be kind and of good sort. The King of the Dragonesians joined hands with the King of Lumina, so that both humans and Dragonesians could coexist in peace and harmony. They promised to come off as advantageous to the human beings. Not to mention, dragons were once worshipped as the mighty mythological creatures by the citizens of Lumina. Thence, the humanized dragons, who claimed to be the original citizens of Lumina long before the existence of humans, professed to be willing to reside with them which became a cause of their elation. The majority of the populace assumed that perhaps they had done something commendable for the Divine (here the Dragonesians) to descend to Lumina from their heavenly abodes.

For the next thirty years, everything was well and peaceful. The Dragonesians could not be kinder than they already were. The possibility of suspicion was not even a matter of consideration.

Before, The Fall.

One evening, news of the King of Lumina being assassinated, spread rapidly among the humans like a wildfire. Many mourned and many were in sheer confusion, thinking and comprehending everything. Some began to doubt the Dragonesians' pity and sympathy. And exactly, a week later, commenced The Fall.

Innocent humans, who wished to survive, passed away due to the agonizing deaths inflicted upon them by none other than the treacherous Dragonesians. They were physically stronger than humans, and even powerful than the man-made weapons. The greater percentage of humans were massacred by the Dragonesians in their human forms, since it none but took them a few seconds. Whereas the ones who were potentially stronger and had found a way to escape the brutal slaughters, were murdered by the Dragonesians' crude dragon forms.

Certain nefarious Dragonesians had even gone to the extent of eating them.

The Fall was the most tragic day for the human-inhabitants of Lumina. It was later known that the ruthless massacre had occurred during the most significant festival-celebration of Lumina, which the citizens organized and celebrated annually in the blossoming season of Spring. Rumours had it that the Dragonesians had been plotting to attack the festival after killing off the King of Lumina, in order to pose as a threat to the citizens.

And the rumours had proven to be quite right. The following day, an announcement was made to the terrified citizens of Lumina that the Dragonesians would be ruling over them, commencing from that day. The humans, if desired to live a long life, had to abide by the rules and regulations created by the King and higher Dragonesian officials. If it was found that any human was conspiring against them and plotting plans for their downfall, or were going against them in any way or form, then they would be slaughtered mercilessly, in the Dragonesian way.

From then forth, the citizens of Lumina had forgotten what light and happiness was. They had become puppets controlled by the Dragonesians. If the Dragonesians thought that they would kill any human solely for the sake of entertainment, they would. If they believed that they would eat any human in their dragon form, they would.

However, the above two rules were mostly illegal and followed by the evil Dragonesians, or the Dragonesians whose blood had turned entirely black. The Evil Class.

The Pure Class had bright yellow blood running through them, but unlike other Dragonesian races, they were genuinely pure and in defiance of the Dragonesian Laws. Regardless, their number was rather insignificant and uncommon. Perhaps, one amongst sixty Dragonesians.

Nevertheless, the most dangerous were the Dragonesians who had midnight blue blood, coursing through their veins.

The Devil Class. They were once pure but due to any specific grudge or negative emotion buried within them, they have been forcefully transformed into a vile class. When stayed low or not compelled, they would not harm anyone. But if done so, they will initiate a bloody war.

And soon, the citizens of Lumina found out, that their cherished residence, the place where they were born and resided, had now been altered. It was at present known as,

Dragonesia.

"Kill it."

The six-year-old boy shook his head, tears leaking from his black eyes. He was crying, sobbing, whimpering, and trembling vigorously. His small palms could not even hold the gun properly, yet, he was ordered to kill the innocent dog in front of him.

Alana glanced away, as she was familiar with the situation for young trainees like the boy. Fortunately, she was never required to kill a dog for the training. But she did have to kill a lion once in order to protect herself, and as a part of her 'training'. Alana was only fourteen years old when she was confined in a cage, with a famished but aged lion. She was not handed over any weapon and was expected to escape either alive or succumb to the animal's savagery. The girl had no choice and thus, with the metal chains lying around in the cage, she was forced to take the lion's life. That night, Alana could not sleep. It was true that the lion was vicious and wanted to consume her, yet at the same time, he was an innocent animal. He wanted food after being starved for months. And Alana was the food the lion had in front of him.

She killed him, else, either the lion or the Dragonesians would have ended her life.

Survival of the Strongest.

This was the rule the Dragonesians lived by, and they wanted to transfer the thought to every trainee's mind. It did not matter if they were five or thirteen years old.

It never mattered.

After Alana was successful in injuring the Dragonesian Prince Eluscan, she was taken in by the Dragonesian Palace. Although, Alana was only six at that time, it did not take her long to understand that she was going to undergo special training.

The Military Guards of Dragonesia went around the whole city twice a year, with an interval of every six months to recruit new trainees, age ranging from five to ten. Not all humans were chosen as trainees, though. A few particular humans, who the guards thought possessed a special token of bravery or courage, were selected and taken in forcefully.

Harsh training would just be an understatement. The Dragonesians did not care whether they were young children. They simply trained them. And if they disobeyed, they were killed. Many endured in silence, and many died while protesting. They were barely fed two meals a day, which were not even proper meals, and it was expected of the young trainees to train throughout the day.

Alana knew what their motive was. The Dragonesians were turning the trainees into their personal weapons.

However, Alana never received the accustomed training similar to the others. She was forced to undergo training that appeared anything but normal. And those special kinds of training mostly included mastering the art of assassination or killing. Alana was drained. Not physically, but emotionally, yes. Yet, nobody was there to help her out of the darkness.

Audible screams and gasps echoed through the hall. Alana did not flinch. She was all too aware and accustomed to the occurrences.

On the very first day of training for the young trainees, Alana was supposed to accompany the Dragonesian Military Guards who were in-charge, and be their substitute assistant at times. And every single while, she witnessed at least one young child dying. It was not their fault. It never was. They were young children who had been snatched away from their families at such a delicate age and were expected to kill innocent animals all of a sudden.

And when any one of them did not comply, without any warning, they were killed. Just like that.

Alana looked around, her emotionless eyes wandering over the petrified children, some of whom were crouching down, others hugging one another and the rest shivering in fear.

"Listen here, you little shit." The children received a reprimand from the Dragonesian Officer, who had executed the little boy not so long ago. "You have been chosen to receive training that other normal humans cannot receive. Deem yourself as fortunate for being chosen for the training."

He walked and walked and walked till he stopped in front of a little girl, crying hysterically. Alana's eyes widened when the Officer grasped the blonde girl by her hair and directly yelled at her face, "Stop crying! It is a pity that you were born with such fragile qualities."

Then, he harshly pushed the girl, who had managed to stop crying. Her back hit the hard wall, and from what it seemed like, she might have a swelled shoulder the next day.

"If you want to cry, then cry," the Guard spat at their faces with his raging words, "If you want to show weakness and emotions, show it. But keep in mind, only the strongest will survive here and the others will either be sold off to a foreign Dragonesian kingdom as their slaves or, worse, die a painful death. Now would you little trashy human off-springs like that?"

No one spoke. They could not speak. The deathly threats were enough to keep their mouths shut, and for them to control their hysterical cries. The cries now evolved into soft whimpers and sobs. When Alana's eyes met a group of children, who looked as if they could burst down into uncontrollable tears any moment now, at the back of the room, she promptly put up a finger against her lips. Alana even placed her palm on her mouth to show them how to lower down their sobs.

She sighed in relief when they caught on to her actions.

"This insect here," audible gasps erupted among the children when they witnessed the perished body of the child, who was once a living, breathing, human being, turn into dust. For them, it was their first time witnessing such a cruelty of erasing one's existence from the face of the Earth. But for Alana, it had been over a thousand times. After all, her own mother was virshed in front of her very own eyes.

"If you do not want to end up like him, then prepare yourself for your training. Got it?"

A few incoherent answers were heard, but it wasn't enough for the Guard.

"Louder!" With that being said, he fired a bullet above, which hit the ceiling to scare the poor children more. And it seemed like he was finally happy to receive a proper answer from them.

Alana looked outside. The sun was almost setting down, meaning they should end their training session any moment now. Nonetheless, something appeared to Alana as odd when she watched a sickening smile covering the guard's lips. He glanced at the girl he had pushed earlier before turning to the other girl, beside her. Both of them were holding one another, and it was not a doubt that they were very close to each other.

Alana knew exactly where this was going.

"You two," the Guard pointed his finger at the two girls, "Step forward."

With hesitant and fearful steps, they came forward and stood before the crowd of children.

The Guard motioned something to one of his co-workers, who nodded before coming forward and thrusting a gun into the blonde girl's small palms. The girl shuddered perceiving the cold metal weapon, which she had never ever seen or held before. It was no normal gun that humans once used. It was a Dranea, one of the weapons that Dragonesians used on humans to send them under a permanent state of comatose. And the experiences that those humans had during comatose were far worse than facing death, as Alana had heard.

"Shoot her," the Guard ordered the blonde, while pointing his finger at her friend, "Shoot your friend little girl."

The other girl attempted to run away from there with a blood piercing scream erupting from her mouth, but she was held down by two other guards. The blonde girl's eyes were filled with tears and her hands were visibly trembling.

"Well," the Guard with the gruff voice, whose smile grew even more sinister, crouched down to the girl's level and said, "Don't you want your friend to have sweet dreams?"

The girl nodded innocently as if in a trance; she was on the verge of pulling the trigger when Alana decided to speak up.

"Stop!"

All eyes turned towards the eighteen-year-old girl. Although she had announced the word with confidence, in truth, she was frightened for her own life. But she knew for a fact that she was not going to receive death as a punishment.

"The audacity of this bitch," the Guard laughed in disbelief, and before he knew, a bell rang, indicating the end of the session. In an instant, another guard entered the room and escorted the group of children outside to the disappointment of the main Guard in the room, who was so ready to crush those poor kids' angelic souls.

When the whole room was empty, with just Alana and the other guards in charge of the newly arrived trainees present, the gruff voiced Dragonesian cackled. Loud and clear, as if imprinting his deathly voice inside Alana's head.

"Take her to the underground room.

"This bitch needs some good whip lashing."