Where am I? I found myself underwater, swimming forward without knowing where I am going. I'm serious, where am I? The deep-sea was as black as night, maybe the color of mud. Furthermore, I swam without using my arms. As far as I could tell, I swam by wiggling my body slowly. Despite my movement underwater, I was fast, faster than a vessel. On the bottom, white sand was dangling with seaweeds. Terrifying sea creatures jumped out of my face, but as I got closer, they swam away. I grabbed the sand when it formed a hill shape in front of me. Using my nails would let me hold the sand tight. The air was more different than I've smelled every time. The sky was not blue nor the color when the sunsets. The clouds thundered as they swirled around the sky. The atmosphere was horrific, unlike any other horrifying landscape. Its deathly color of crimson smel
"MaXabiere, MaXabiere, MaXabiere. Kid!" I was startled and jolted awake as Claes' voice screamed into my eardrums. I looked around, surprised. I was on the ground. Despite the cold temperature, I was completely covered with sweat. Behind the captain was Sean. For the first time, I have never seen him so terrified and panting hard. Lenard and Victor watched me in horror as if they witnessed a murder. What worried me the most was when I saw Chloriette covered her mouth. Her eyes moistened. "What happened?" I asked, looking at every single one of them. But they didn't answer my question. "You need to see Doctor Callieway," said Sean. "She might know what is happening to you."I changed my outfit to a plain white shirt and white pajamas. For the first time not wearing the pink one. After my check-up with Doctor Callieway in the Recovery room, she went to the exit where Commander Grayson and Giuseppe stood. Somehow I heard their conversation from s
I got bored laying on the bed inside the Recovery room. The good news was we're now preparing and training our magical abilities for the first step of our journey and I did not forget that there was more to come. I mostly wondered about my magic and every single Dragonslayer in the Enchiridion. How did I get these powers? I mean, it does run in the blood throughout generations, making some of the previous Dragonslayer my ancestors. It depends on the matter of time if the power would be awakened when a dragon has gone rogue. This always happens as if it is a curse. Not wanting to be consumed by boredom, I thought of something out of curiosity. I tried something. Beside an arched window in front of me, where I could see the stars in the navy blue sky, were two opened lanterns with a glowing sphere inside. My eyes didn't blink as I focused on the flames themselves. The spheres ascended from the lanterns and I
I truly don't know what's scarier, the part where Lenard was almost eaten by a giant squid or Lenard's terrifying scream in the Havadra jungle sounding like the agony of the lost souls. "I hate the jungle!" He kept yelling. "You'll get used to it, Lenard." Victor was trying to convince him to embrace the danger since we're warriors after all. The Havadra jungle was piled with twisted vines, tall thick trees, plants, and perfect hideouts for those unknown predators. Lenard may be trained for this situation, but he was still the same old Lenard. I was wary of our surroundings, too. The sound of wild beasts made me want to draw out a weapon, but I had almost forgotten that I didn't have them. "The cave should be located in the mountains." I pointed at the west. "Maybe, just maybe, the Dragonsmith should be there, so we may have a chance to meet him or her." Traveling for hours with the summer sun beaming at u
"Every weapon I make is based on every Dragonslayer's magic. It will take plenty of power and very rare materials to stabilize the steeliness and the hardness." Rhoamon told us once in his weapon-making room. On the top of his other huge munched table were concepts or scratches about his works. The weapons and armors were unique, far ahead of the information given to us from our history books of Fantasia. The weapons were impossible to craft. The handles were too different. The blades were pointy, spiky, and very painful to look at. The armors were covered with reptilian details, together with spiky breastplates, helmets, and boots. Being a Dragonslayer at a young age seemed very harsh, especially when holding an arsenal such as these. "These reminded me of my Uncle Joe's drawings," Victor whispered. "Why do you think so?" Lenard looked at him.
It was nighttime by the time I'm done training for the whole day with my new sword (Feels a bit heavy, but I'll get used to it, just going to watch my back if you know what I mean). The Dragonsmith led us to a room that he never used for a thousand years (Because he's too tall and the room is quite small). "Sorry if this is . . . um . . . inappropriate for your comfort, but you'll get used to it." We watched as Fargos the elf fixed three mattresses and placed a blanket on top. At least it had neither termites in it. "Thanks for the hospitality," Claes lifted his head to meet Rhoamon's eyes. Rhoamon laughed, "You should've thanked me before, silly little blond man." "Seems a perfect place to sleep in the dark," Chloriette wasn't bothered by the room. "I hate the dark," Lenard hissed. Later on, Rhoamon lets us borrow his lamps, pillows
On the letter Giuseppe sent us, there were five words written: Go to the western swamp. "Western swamp? Why would he send us there?" Sean looked at Claes, but he didn't look back. "He probably didn't find any information about the location. I think someone told him about this place." Claes is good at making theories. "Perhaps that someone could be a member who went to the volcanic island," Sean guessed. "Maybe, just maybe. Quickly, Sean, adjust the sails. We're speeding up." We hung on tight on an object we saw first in the battleship. "Wait, what's going on? Why are we holding?" Lenard asked. "We're having a sea coaster ride." Victor cackled. "Stop it." Chloriette glared. Have you ever ridden a ship that goes crazy fast before? I had. I watched Claes as he tur
"It doesn't make any sense at all," Giuseppe was rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger. "If the Devastrigon is hiding in Mt. Impyerno, why did it go here and destroy Hymnilyria? And how?""What do we do now, commander?" Erna asked. I'm currently thinking of a plan. Right now, our top priority was to save all the people as best as we could."It is up to the boy who will take care of the monster. Right now, we have to face another problem," a voice said. We looked at a top of a tree which was where the voice came from. There stood a hooded man. He's here. "Oh, hey Wolph." I raised my hand in greeting. Johnwolph landed from the tree without a sound."Even though we haven't seen each other for so long, I still feel the same way." He glared."I miss you too, Wolph," I said, ignoring the ugly look on his face."Your brother and the other warriors are heading towards Mt. Impyerno. With the young Dragonslayer on their side, they have to be caref