She couldn't see anything in front of her. Were her eyes closed, or was this just how dark everything was? She couldn't even move her body correctly. It felt uncomfortable. Was she moving her right arm, or her left? Heck, it could have even been her own foot at this rate. Her breathing picked up, and became more and more panicked as she tried to squirm about in the darkness.

"Oh. I don't think I've quite seen one like you here? Although, I can't say I'm disappointed. The Lost don't normally do pretty, so someone like you is welcomed."

"L-Lost?" she asked.

"Open your eyes," the deep voice said.

She couldn't, it was as if she forgot how to. She strained what only she could assume were her eyes, but it was like they were stuck. Her breathing was getting heavier. The only indicator that she was alive. At least, as alive as she could be. She couldn't quite call this current state living. She couldn't even remember how she got here in the first place.

"Quite interesting how they move like that."

"Help me! What's going on? I can't do anything. Where am I?"

"You are currently on the path of becoming one of the Lost. One of the Buddy Monsters that was left behind in this world. One to be forgotten by the rest of the world, but there is hope for you. Join with us, and you will have a home among your fellow Lost brethren."

"I'm not lost. What are you talking about?" she asked. She tried in vain to open her eyes, but the sheer act of trying pained her. Her body ached, her limbs felt weak, and this voice was all she had for company.

"Usually the process isn't as painful for many, but the state you were in when I found you was…unpleasant. I'm quite surprised that you are able to even respond to me now."

"W-Wait," she said. It was coming back to her: A mask. That was the last thing she saw, and the last thing she heard was that creature's laugh. That eerie laugh, before she felt its hand on her.

"You're breathing is picking up again. I can tell by the way they are moving."

"W-What? Oh don't tell me that you are…"

"Forget it. Do you want my help or not?"

"I could use help, but I'm not one of your Lost. I have friends, and they would never forget me."

"I remember when I was told the same thing by a friend of mine. I tried to convince him otherwise, but that was before I got to know him, but there is a difference."

"What?"

"They are as Lost as you."

"What is being Lost? Am I dead?"

"Dying, would be the proper term. The Lost existed before, so taking in new members is a different experience."

"Did you do this to me!?"

"No. Like I said, I found you in that state. What is your name?"

"Luxure." She felt something washing over her body. Warmth? Cold? Happiness? Sorrow? Love? She couldn't describe it. It was as if everything was trying to embrace her, and yet nothing at the same time. What she did know though, was that her eyes were finally starting to flutter open. The first thing she saw nearly made her faint. A large skull-like…thing was hovering over her. No, it was more like towering over her. This thing was practically cyclopean in size, and those eyes. Those green eyes. There looked to be no emotion on them, and yet…she could feel something from it.

"Afraid? Most are of my presence. I am known as Vanity Husk Destroyer. I am the one who commands the power of the Lost World."

"G-Get away from me. I'm not one of you."

"Don't struggle, and let me help you. Currently your spirit has been badly broken."

"So, I am dead then?"

"Like I said. You were dying. I don't know where your body is quite now. I just found your spirit wandering about in this battered state."

Luxure turned her head to the right; groaning in pain as she did so. Despite this creature's efforts: she was still hurting, but at least she could finally see now. Sadly, it was just some dark void that surrounded them. She could see Vanity though, and how he was staring at her, with those weird claw like appendages coming out from him. She shivered, before feeling them poke and prod at her smooth scales. Luxure threw her head back, just letting the curious creature continue with whatever he was doing. Especially because, it was helping her. She felt some of her strength returning. Her body still ached, but at least, she could finally move her arms and legs. She rolled her shoulders, before wiggling her clawed toes. The pain was well worth the ability to move again.

"I'm glad it's working." His appendages continued to explore the curvatures of her body. She could see some odd light coming from the tips of them. They stung, but most likely: they were the reason she could do any of this now. His eyes continued to scan over her body in a way she was quite familiar with.

"Checking for any blemishes in my form? Well usually as a dragon of beauty. I make sure to snuff those out." There wasn't a response of him. Instead once he was done he got closer to her face. His eyes looking down at her. "Thank you," she said.

"Regardless of what you may think of my form. I try to make sure the members of Lost World are taken care of.

"Like I told you before. I'm not a member of Lost World. I just need to find a way to get back into my body, and then find my friends. They'll help me figure out what happened."

"I regret to inform you about this the, but…" Vanity seemed to pause, and even though there seemed to be no emotion on his face. She could feel like he was actually at a loss for words.

"Please, if they are in the same predicament as me. Help them, we aren't Lost, we just seem to have ran into trouble. What it was, I don't know though."

"Are you sure that is what you want? There's a reason I mentioned that you belong here, and it wasn't just due to your current state."

"Huh?" she asked.

"I think that it's better then, if I show you. I'll let your spirit wander. Maybe you'll find your body and wake up, and if you do. You'll see what I meant." The imposing skull began to float off. "I hope to see you again Luxure."

Her eyes began to feel heavy. The further he went: the weaker she seemed to feel. Was he only helping her, so that she'd join him, or was this something else? It didn't matter now, as everything went black once more. With no Vanity to speak too; she was back to her thoughts. The thoughts of him: The large dark grey dragon that could tower over many of the denizens of Dragon World. His long pointed black horns, and his mane of red hair. "W-Where are you?" she muttered under her breath.

"I'm going to be leaving Dragon World soon."

"…"

"Don't you care?"

"I do care, but you said this was your dream, and I'm not going to stop you. I thought you said something about friends needing to help each other follow what their heart desires, or something like that. Your speeches sometimes had a bad habit of going in one ear and out the other."

"Geeze, thanks."

"Ha! I'm just messing you! I just hope things go well for you."

"Thank you. I hope to see you again. Please don't forget about me."

"Ahh!" Luxure gasped as her eyes shot open. She didn't think that she'd be able to see the sun again, but here it was; hanging high in the sky. From what she could see outside the window; there were some stone flooring ahead, with some occasion blades of grass poking through some cracks. It seemed to contradict the clean wooden floors of her current room. She walked over to a mirror in the corner of this small bedroom. Her soft draconic face was free from any blemishes, and her deep purple scales looked as smooth as any other day. She grabbed onto her plump breasts while letting out a hearty laugh. "As beautiful and gorgeous as ever!" She fluffed up her voluminous mane of midnight blue hair, before making sure her draconic fins properly stuck out from her full locks. The only thing that covered her was the bed sheet on her body. The door creaked open, and walking inside was a rather muscular red dragon, who was clad in some dull golden armor. Her gaze shifted down to his toned legs, which seemed to be exposed due to the nature of his pelvic armor. She shifted her gaze back up to his face: The drill-like horn on the tip of his snout stuck out the most to her; along with his large spiky blonde hair. 'Hello handsome.'

"Glad to see that you are awake," he said while keeping his gaze averted from her. "Your dress will be ready soon, but I recommend that you go back and lay down."

"I thank you for your help, but may I ask, what is your name handsome?"

He snickered, "My name is Drum Bunker Dragon, but you can just refer to me as Drum, and I'm thankful my wife isn't here to hear you say that."

She giggled while walking over to the bed; giving her hips a bit of shake from left to right, and letting her long tail sway back and forth, before plopping her plush ass on the bed. "Married man, figured as much." There was silence for a brief moment; her eyes shifted over to the window. It was so much better than the empty void of darkness she was just in. Although, she still doesn't remember much of else. She lowered her head into her hands; massaging her temples with the tips of her fingers.

"Are you alright Ms…?" Drum asked.

"My current title is Demon Lord Dragon, Lady Luxure, but you can just call me Luxure."

"Demon Lord Dragon, you? Well that's something new." Drum pulled up a wooden chair right near the bed, before sitting down. "I've heard of the Demon Lords before, but I'm sure I never heard of you."

"What? How!?" she exclaimed; slamming her hands onto the bed.

Vanity's voice rang through her head, "You are currently on the path of becoming one of the Lost. One of the Buddy Monsters that was left behind. One to be forgotten by the rest of the world."

'Is that what he meant?' She looked back up at Drum, who still seemed calm despite her minor outburst. Even though she couldn't see it, she could feel the embarrassment swelling up in her, and she knew that was mostly likely blushing at how silly she looked right now. "S-Sorry about that."

"Don't worry, I've been there myself, and so has a friend of mine."

"No, it was very unlady-like of me to do. Well, more so unfitting for a Demon Lord Dragon like myself."

Drum just laughed. "Don't stress yourself. You just woke up after years of sleeping. At least from what I heard."

"WHAT!?" she shouted.

"I didn't stutter. You were basically in a coma when I found you. Well, more so, when others found you."

She fell back on the bed; seeing Drum's eyes look away in the process. "I thank you still Drum. I wish I could repay you in some way."

"No need." Drum said while standing up. "I'm going to go check on your dress. I bet you'd like to see more of Dragon World."

"Would you mind if I go with you?"

"Of course, I wasn't going to let you just wander around by yourself." She watched him walk out, before plopping back on the bed.

'No one knows who I am? How is that possible?' Out of nowhere: A long jet black dress was thrown on top of her, which caused her hands to flail about.

"Just come out when you are ready!" Drum said from behind the door.

It didn't take long for her to slip into her familiar wear; letting out a sigh of relief as both of her curvaceous legs were able to stick out due to the two slits on either side of dress. She walked over to the door and opened it, and for what felt like a while in some unknown darkness: she was finally able to see the outside world again. At least, the outside world that was Dragon World: The warm and smooth surface of the stones beneath her feet, the mixture of grassy hills and stone temples, and just the beauty of feeling the air hitting her face once more was all so pleasing. She took in a deep breath; nostrils flaring as the fresh air rushed right in, before she let out a lengthy exhale, as her hair blew in the breeze. Drum just smiled, as he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, let's get going." He led her onward, as she continued to take in her surroundings. "I hope you don't mind telling me some more about yourself?"

She placed a finger on her own lips, "Sure thing." She kept her tone rather breathy, and even batted her eyelashes at him.

Drum shook his head, but she could see a smile on his face. "Great, a flirter."

"You can say that," she said. "What did you want to know about me? Besides my name of course."

"What happened to you on the day you went into that coma? From what it seemed like, the Dragons that found you that day were confused. It was just you in some sort of grand hall. Maybe you remember something from that day?"

Her flirtatious attitude subsided; her gaze averted from his. Why did he have to ask that? She could have tried to answer anything else, but no, he wanted to know about that day. She placed a hand on her head; trying to gather her thoughts, but all she could think about was the lush grass and bright sunshine. They practically flooded her thoughts at this point, and trying to think back to what caused her to be in that state sent a sharp stinging pain though her body. Most of it was focused on her head. She rubbed her temples while keeping her eyes closed. All she could hear was that creature's cackling laugh. That same laugh that she heard before she fainted, but through the darkness that was her closed eyelids, she saw it.

A weird mask. It was like one a court jester would wear, with some asymmetrical crescent moon shaped eye slits in place of more normal ones.

"Who are you?"

"…" A hand reached out for her. She jumped back: only to feel the creature's hand grab her by the back of her neck. It pulled her right up to its masked face.

"Unhand me!" she shouted. That crazed laugh came from him once more. She shivered in his grasp; kicking at him, before a flash of blinding light engulfed them.

"Luxure!" Drum's voice snapped her out of her daze. The dragoness' head turned over. Only to be looking at the Armordragon's toned thighs. She was on her knees, but was unsure of how it happened, but what made matters worse: was that other dragons looked at them. Many of them looked shocked at the sight before them.

'Oh no, they are staring. Did I embarrass myself? How much did they hear? Was I panting, shouting? Come on Luxure, act normal.' She shot straight up; clearing her throat into her closed hand while dusting off her dress. "I hoped you all enjoyed our practice performance! Come back another time to see the whole show!" she laughed; placing her left hand on her hip while keeping her right one over her mouth. "Once we get more volunteers of course!"

"Wait what!?" Drum shouted. She watched a few heads turn while most of the crowd of onlookers walked away. He placed a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. "I don't know what a performance has to do with asking if you're alright, or you just falling to your knees."

She could feel heat coming from her cheeks. How could she have let her composure slip like this? "Sorry about that. I was just having a hard time remembering that day. I'd honestly prefer to talk about anything else."

"You really can't remember anything?"

"Sadly no, or at least nothing relevant." She waited for Drum to lead the way again before following him. "Where are we going anyway? I know we were going to check out some of Dragon World, but was there a location in particular you were heading towards?"

"Back to my place. By the looks of your little breakdown, you still seem to be out of it, so I'll just let you stay for a period of time while we discuss some course of action."

She tilted her head, "What about your wife?"

"She's far from the jealous type, and besides, she's not home." Drum sighed. "She's on official business again, so she'll be away for a while."

Her eyes looked about. The carious food stalls littered about, along with the sheer number of dragons shopping and conversing amongst each other and the various wood and stone buildings made her realize that they were at a marketplace. The sight of two young dragons sparing with one another caught her attention. A young black dragon was being pinned down by the blue one, but it didn't last long as he managed to break free, and tackle the other down. If it wasn't their laughter and smiling faces: she would have sworn they hated each other, but Dragon World was known for producing powerful warriors. The blue dragon waved over at her, with the black dragon flashing her a smile of his own. She placed a hand over her chest and smiled back them; waving back at them, before walking back to Drum.

Drum snickered "Glad to see you're quick to recover your composure."

"Why of course, even though a lady like myself shouldn't be embarrassed, I can still fix myself up from such a faux pas."

Drum laughed; holding onto his sides. "Fancy aren't you."

"You mentioned that your wife was out on some business what was it?"

"I'm not allowed to say," Drum stated bluntly. "I promised to keep that on the hush hush."

The two of them soon arrived in front of a large stone temple of sorts. "Dad!" many young voices shouted in borderline unison. She watched as Drum was nearly tackled to the ground by a swarm of young dragons. Many of them looked like younger versions of himself, but with varying hair colors, and different shades of red for their scales. It wasn't long before one of them tugged at her dress. "Hey there miss, are you one of dad's friends?"

She bent over; patting him on the head. His giggling put a smile on her face. "I guess you could say that." Drum meanwhile was focused on greeting his children.

"Dad is going to be busy for a while, do you want a tour around?"

She pat him on the head one last time, before scooting him along to his father. "That's okay, go and give him a big hug. I can go look around myself." She waved at the kid, before walking past them. She might as well get her bearings around here while Drum was a bit preoccupied, and there was a rather nice looking lake view not too far from the temple, so maybe she could relax there and focus on her thoughts. She felt the blades of wet grass in between her toes; enjoying the almost soothing feel along with the soft crisp sounds of her feet walking along the blades of grass. 'What will I do next?' she grabbed onto a small stone and tossed it up and down a few times in her hands while plopping her plush ass on the ground. 'Chanteuse? Where are you? Is that weird skull right? Are you really lost, gone from this world?' She tossed the stone up in the air one last time, before throwing it at the lake, but it sank almost instantly. She let loose a low snarl, before grabbing another stone and trying it again, but sadly it was the same result. 'I couldn't tell him about that weird mask. I'd look even odder than I probably do now. How long was I even asleep for? He said years, but how many? How much did I miss?' She tried one last time: pulling her arm back far, before really letting that stone fly. Sadly, it sank just like the previous two, and this time some of the water actually splashed on her face, which made her snarl once more. 'Crud.'

A giggle came from behind her, and a young girl's voice spoke up soon after. "You aren't that good at skipping stones aren't you?" She glanced over. It must have been another of Drum's children. Although, this one was different: this one had a more angular and pointed snout. It was almost triangular in appearance, with what looked like light blue scales instead of the red that the others had. She was much taller than the ones she just saw, which meant that she was most likely a teenager, or at the least, older than they were. She ruffled the light blue dragon's already messy mane of rose pink hair; making her grunt a bit, as she tried to shoo away Luxure's hands from her hair. She giggled though soon after, and took a seat next to her. "I'm Avarice, who are you?"

"Luxure," It wasn't long before she noticed a small and thick wooden stick poking out from a pocket in her pants. "You collecting stuff for your family?"

She raised a brow at her, before looking down at what was poking out of her pocket. "Oh that? No, it's my own personal training wand."

"A Dragon World monster that is practicing magic? That's rather interesting."

Avarice pouted, "It's not unheard of, besides, both of my parents have practiced magic, so why can't I?"

"Wait what?" She asked.

"That's right," Avarice flashed her the toothiest grin she could; puffing out her chest. "My father practiced in Magic World a long time ago, and he was probably one of the best wizards around." She snickered. "I mean, my mother is still a way better mage though. Physical combat was more of my dad's specialty anyway, but the point is. Magic is my bloodline, and I'm going to be a great wizard one day."

She rested her head on the tree behind her. "Why are you not training with the Dragowizard's in Magic World then?"

"A-Actually," Avarice blushed. "My mom wants to make sure I'm ready before going for that training, so I need to make sure I practice even more than I already am."

"So why aren't you practicing then?"

"I was, but you looked so out of it. Sitting here by the lake all by yourself, so I thought you'd like to have someone to talk too."

"Thank you," She watched as Avarice threw a few stones across the lake. Apparently, the young dragoness was much better at skipping stones than she was. A second and third stone followed right after, and each one skipped further than the last.

"I assume you must be new around Dragon World, since I haven't seen a dragon like you around here."

She sighed. Although, considering Avarice's apparent age, maybe this time it made sense that she didn't know her. "Actually, I've lived here in Dragon World since I was a hatchling, but it seems like this whole word forgot about me." She sighed, "Or maybe, I was never important enough to begin with."

"There's no need to be down. It doesn't suit a dragon like yourself."

"You hardly even know me though." She giggled.

"No, but I do!" another female called out to them. No, it wasn't just another female. This woman had a voice that she couldn't forget. A voice that sounded like a perfect fit for an heiress. She turned around. If she could see herself; her eyes would have been lit up with both joy and relief. Standing before them was a two headed dog dressed in a large midnight blue ballroom gown, with a dark red trim at the end of her sleeves and gown. Both of her heads had a toothy smirk, as both heads stared at the two of them. She let loose a familiar flirtatious snarl at her. "Since when was the proud leader of the Gala Maiden's…" the right head spoke out, only to have the left one speak up in a slightly deeper feminine tone, "so broody?"

"Chanteuse!" She jumped up and ran over to her, with her arms out; embracing the Othrus right away. She squeezed her body tight. Not caring if both of their dresses got ruffled in the exchange. "It's so good to see you," she said while a few tears began to roll down her face, and onto the dog's dress. She felt Chanteuse's hand on her head; her fingers going through her luxurious voluminous hair.

Luxure felt Chanteuse's hands wrap around her. 'That'll show that talking skull. My friends aren't lost at all.' She rubbed her face into her neck while pushing Chanteuse into her body; letting their plush breasts press against one another. Chanteuse let out a low moan into her ear. 'I'm so glad at least someone from my past is here.' Her fingers pressed as deep into Chanteuse's back as they could. She felt her fingers wiping away the tears from her eyes.

"Don't worry my dear Lady. I'm here for you," she said. "But, we have a lot to discuss."

That's the end of this chapter. I'm new to , so it's going to take some getting used to. Mainly the document manager is a bit odd for me. I'm trying to make sure that it does bunch up, and I wanted it to look as nice as I could make it. Regardless, I hoped you enjoyed the chapter, and I would love your opinions on it (an example is that I felt the pacing was too quick, but two readers before said it was fine, but do you as the readers here feel it was too quick?), also any advice on how to better use the document manager helps. Chapter 2 will take a while, as I take a fair amount of time getting these set up (writing them, rereading them to do edits, and having some others read this ahead of time to let me know how they feel). I thank you for your time, and I hope that you all will continue to read on.