Matheo's sons.
-So it's a simple story.- The dragon nodded.
-What are you going to do now?- Ari looked behind him, where the commotion was only growing. Draco glanced around. It seemed that he was the only one who had left the crystal palace and decided to take a walk in the gardens. On the other hand, dusk was already falling and the panorama of the city was becoming more and more breathtaking.
-I'll look at the flowers,- the dragon shrugged.- What else am I supposed to do alone in the gardens?
-Knowing you, practise,- Forth stared ahead.
-I'll surprise you once.- Draco shook his head and headed towards the edge of the terrace. The low wall was planted with small rose bushes. As much as the boy could tell, each plant was of a different species. Together, they gave off a pleasant, slightly sweet scent. He moved closer and looked out over the city. The view was breathtaking. In the gathering darkness, the districts below were lit up by countless lights. In addition, in the harbour, which he could now see clearly, illuminated ships bobbed gently on the sea.
-A truly beautiful view.- The dragon jumped a little and looked around. A few steps away from him stood an elderly man in a white and lilac robe. However, even the magician's ample robe could not hide his emaciated, dried-up figure. His sinewy hands slowly stroked his long snow-white beard, braided into three braids. His bright blue eyes stared into the distance, perhaps at the harbour, or maybe somewhere even further away.- Looking at this panorama in the evenings, I feel calm. There is something soothing and beautiful about it. These lights show me that there is peace and prosperity.- The man sighed heavily.- And what do you see in it, boy?- Draco looked at the old man for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the city. To him, it did not exude peace, but was teeming with life.
-The illuminated streets are like veins, and the pulsating lights of the houses are like working organs,- said the boy,
