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
Four weeks after the battle in Kanya canyon On a peaceful night in the Havadra jungle, which was separated from the northeast corner of Everlos, Fargos the Dragonsmith elf gazed at the twinkling stars. He couldn't breathe nor think properly because of what the future awaits. "Fargos!" Rhoamoltonophus stomped his feet out of the cave wearing his oversized navy blue pajamas with yellow neon stars to see his assistant standing still while looking up. "There you are. Having the same feeling as always, eh?" "Oh what-" Fargos turned to Rhoamon. "Ah yes, the same feeling as always. But this time, he will be much in trouble now his battle scorched the field." The elf looked at the newspaper he was holding with the headline of: "The Dragon slain event" The three-headed dragon that unleashed hell for many years has been slain on June 17 19 N.E (New Era). The day of celebration of the people across the world yet it is th
Commander Grayson's perspective Many weeks had passed after the three-headed monstrous Devastrigon was slain from the dark heavens. We heard his voice echoed with defeat, but the only thing that mattered was everything was in great development to rebuild their homes and recover their resources. I did not have a chance to talk with Claes as he and his group already headed back to the Flash warrior academy. To be honest, that was one hell out of a mission. I never heard other news from the Shadow knights, but I sent secret spies to keep those knights in surveillance. We may have no idea what they'll do next. In the Flash warrior fortress built on another floating island, I watched the sun rising behind the greenish landscape. "How are the elves in Hymnalyria?" I asked without turning my head as I sensed Erna behind me. "The Flash warriors helped constructed their homes adding with stronger bonds so they won't fall this time," she answered.
Nooooo! The lord from the underworld voice faded away from the last few minutes. I couldn't hear any sound but the harmony of silence. Then, I could hear birds chirping. I smelled the perfume of flowers once I inhaled. My eyes slowly opened just to find myself laying on a white bed inside a room. A nice room, but the light was dimmed because of the yellowish-orange color of the lamp's light which was standing on a brown smooth table located to my left. I looked at the lamp and beside it was a photograph of me and my family. Mom and dad's smile had never been looked happier while cuddling the four of us. We beamed with glee that reminded me about taking this photo. We all gathered for a group hug that we mostly embrace happiness, except for Mondrea because she was too small and uncomfortable for big hugs. Rosie didn't mind though. Around the brown picture frame displayed my watch necklace. To my surprise, it was polished and well painted as if someone gave it
The dragon was now confused by the time it didn't know where to fly off because of the way we were like flies. With the combined powers of every Dragonslayer, I knew how to watch my back as I flew faster than the dragon's movements. First, I helped the warriors by blasting powerful energy flares as I swung my claymore to each part. That'll do. I focused on the chest- on the heart of the dragon. With a battle cry, I dashed forward before impaling the damaged chest as hard as I could. My blade shone brighter unlike before. I could finally feel the blade digging down very slowly. It almost reached the middle of my blade. "Come on, come on, come on!" I gritted my teeth, trying to push downward. I was thinking about my teeth would crack into pieces or something, because I pressed it so tight as I fought to reach for the heart. Is this the best you can do? Pathetic. The voice from the dragon echoed through the surroundings. Dienockrus you piece of crap. P
The twelve battleships continue to fly over the river canals. Suddenly, the bright blue sky was blanketed with stormy clouds, thunder began to rumble followed by its roar. "Is the colony far?" I asked the commander who was leaning on the railing on the quarterback. "Yup," he replied. Later on, I asked. "Are we there yet?" "No." "You sure?" "Yes." "What about now?" "No." "I can feel the dragon's gaining on us." "Then kill it," he simply said. "It's not yet the time." "We'll be there." "Are we close?" "No." "How about now?" "Yes." "Really?" "No." Like big brother, like younger brother. "Oh, man." "We're here." "Well, that's fast," I said. As the ships parked near the shore, we were facing many structures of the canyons. The horizon would be more beautiful if it wasn't for the black clouds above. And I couldn't believe what I'm
Giuseppe's perspective I couldn't stop feeling that there was something not right. I asked myself, Is there something missing? Or are the puzzle pieces are still shuffled into random positions? I didn't know what to think. In my big study room inside my golden castle, I drank hot coffee while thinking about what the boy had said to me, specifically with the commander of course. MaXabiere said that the dragon was located at Mt. Impyerno, in which Mr. Aisle and Kind Xandier of Ascentilia took their adventures to stop the Shadow knights from opening the doors of death but failed to do so. But they did have a plan by sealing it temporarily. Real talk, that didn't quite help. Because of the doors of death now opened, this dragon- the Devastrigon would spread utter death, chaos, destruction to the entire world. And I wouldn't forget about what Lady Fluteena had stated that there was a voice as the three-headed dragon destroyed her home. My thought
A high pitch frequency screeched in my eardrums. The blur blocked my vision as I kept blinking, but my sight was quickly recovered. My claymore was still in my hand. I was hearing the sound of thunder dimly. Suddenly, voices were coming from far away- calling my name despite the muffling sounds. Over the mountains, the lava flowed down toward the surface. On top of the sky were black clouds flashing with bright, flashing lights. Inside my mind came another voice, but in a whisper. Even for a slayer, you will lose, it said. "Kid!" Over the burned fields came the captain while supporting Lenard by wrapping his arm around his neck. Sean and Victor were also supporting Chloriette. They were all filthy as well, including our clothes torn in shreds. I tried to stand up, but the pain I felt let me down, literally. I haven't experienced pain for so long, I even forgot how it felt like. I lost grip on my claymore and my eyes started to fall.
The sound of thunder exploded as the middle head of the Devastrigon unleashed a powerful roar before the left and the right consecutively did. It unleashed a powerful sandstorm that we had to cover ourselves. We stood on our ground while covering our faces by using our arms, trying not to get pushed by the unstoppable force. But our feet slid backward before the roar finally pushing us, causing us to roll on the ground. Opening its two big wings, the Devastrigon pierced the wall of the massive volcano to climb. It started to ascend in the red sky as we all looked up. I couldn't believe what I was seeing right now. From its huge body to its tail of the three-headed dragon was armored with crimson hard scales, so bulky it was served as its powered exoskeleton. The wings expanded following with burning flames of the inferno. The side of the dragon's forearm up to the elbows had grown pointy massive horns.
Jabbernock gently hovered above the ground as debris surrounded him. Erna and Johnwolph stood beside me as they entered the room. "Wow, doing your job while staring at the window. That's unusual," commented Erna. Raising his arms, the general looked up and finally turned to us. Because of the wind, the only thing we saw was his silhouette and his furious eyes. "Ah, Lady Erna and . . . Johnwolph?" "What? First time to see an old man?" Johnwolph spat, but the general only laughed at the hunter's glare. "Well, you do love inviting people to the party do you, Vortecse? This is funny." "Are we just gonna joke around or what?" I yelled through the noisy storm. At his back, the window tore apart and turned into shattered debris, swirling around the general's body. He rose again until he had full control of the entire roof of the cabin. "Why? Why do you have to ask him that?" E