PROLOGUE
The huge lion beast stretched out its giant claws. Next to it, a nine-tailed fox pounced. The Dragon King put his hands behind his back and smiled as he walked past the paintings. There was probably a picture of him here somewhere. Once he had been the most powerful monster of them all.
He hid his smile as he approached the throne and knelt before the Jade Emperor. “Thank you for letting me out to speak to you, Your Celestial Majesty,” he said. “I have been imprisoned under the Mystic Mountain for ten long years. I have had time to think, and I want to beg your forgiveness, and to be your second in command again.”
The Jade Emperor smiled. “We were friends once. We can be again.”
“That’s exactly what I want,” said the Dragon King, allowing himself a small smile as he stood up. The Jade Emperor led him down a grand hallway lined with priceless vases and silk tapestries, into his private chamber. He sat down at the table, which was laid for tea, and then bowed, indicating that the Dragon King could sit. But the Dragon King did not.




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