"I need to buy skates." Sean was the first to nervously move across the moving crystals. "Claes, will you remind me to write it down in your notebook?"
"Less talking, more walking." Claes put his arms out to keep his balance. "It's like walking on ice."
"That's why I need skates," Sean said again. I looked above my shoulder to see Chloriette, Lenard, and Victor also focusing on their balance so they wouldn't fall into the huge gap. It was like walking through an earthquake.
My eyes trailed downwards until they landed on the crystals beneath our feet. Behind the transparent surface, all I could see was darkness. It made us look like we're flying towards the portal.
We stood before a crystal that doesn't move a single inch. "Okay, here's what we're going to do, the five of us will go to the portal, and you will get the key." Claes looked at me.
"And why me, exactly . . . ?" I asked. Then I realized why. "Oh, right . . . I can fly. It'll be easie
I couldn't see anything but the flashing light. I squinted my eyes until my vision finally adjusted and at the same time wondering where we were. I saw white soil littered on my forearm- it was sand. I had a clearer view once the light had finally zoomed out unto the sun. It seemed like we landed on what appeared to be a beach. "Lenard?" I followed the voice from the right. Chloriette was shaking Lenard's body but didn't move an inch. I got up and walked towards them. "Did you check his pulse?" I asked the moment I reached them. She nodded quickly. "He still won't budge." From two feet away, something puffed out from the bottom of the sand, rather . . . it was someone. "Phle!!Aaaeergghh! Sand, it always has to be sand!" Victor spat sand out of his mouth several times. He took a glance at our unconscious friend and concern immediately took over him. He rushed in beside us. "Lenard!" He called. "What happened?" "We have no idea." I'm getting a bit worri
"I think that strange sound just saved our butts," I said. "If we're far enough, I can just fly again, take another look, see where Claes and Sean might be." We searched and hide for three hours. I flew up to the sky again and searched around for other places on this large island. Somehow, I could see my friends close to a creepy tree that I saw earlier. "So?" Chloriette asked as I went down. I landed safely with very disappointing news. "Not even a single sign of them." Thinking about giving up, we settled in and took a minute-long rest on a log, watching the creepy tree in front of us. It was eight in the night according to my watch necklace. Luckily when we had time, we built a camp by setting up logs as our benches and collected large leaves as our beds. I grabbed a couple of branches and made a bonfire with my magic. Lenard was wasted, so he slept first before Chloriette could cuddle herself on those giant leaves. I watched the stars above. I mis
"Well, well, well, look who's awake," said the boy in orange clothes. "Another one of those dangerous people. Why are you here?" I guess he's the leader of the group. Like what happened yesterday, our weapons were gone. "Dangerous? We're not dangerous, we're on a quest," I replied. "We mean no harm. You may think that the four of us are threats, but we're not," Lenard added. But the orange boy (I'm gonna call them according to the color of their clothing from now on) yelled, "Silence! Your tricks won't trick us, because we're the only ones who are allowed to do those kinds of tricks. Am I right, boys?" "Yeah!" They said in unison. "Let me ask again, strangers, why are you here?" The orange boy's face came closer to Lenard's. I heard him muttered, "I just got wrecked by a kid." "It's. . . kind of a long story," Chloriette said. "Really?" Asked the orange boy. "We like to hear stories, especially long ones. After that, we'll fall
If you ever thought that arriving in Neverland was exciting (except getting your face planted beneath the sand and got imprisoned), going to a home full of fairies sounded more exciting. Peter Pan didn't inform the lost boys about this. He didn't want to be responsible for them causing trouble in Pixie Hollow- home of the Never fairies! It hasn't changed weirdly, nor did the fairies. Thank the heavens for that. "Let me get this straight," Peter Pan rubbed his chin with his index finger. "You, MaXabiere, have this weird firepower and the ability to fly, am I right?" "You heard me right." I smiled. "Then Chloriette has the power by singing," he said. "Something like that." Chloriette rubbed her arm. "Lenard can understand other words, that's rad," Peter Pan commented. "Trust me, it's really helpful." Lenard nodded. "And Victor is strong, fast, and agile," Peter said. "And can bake cookies," Victor added with pride. <
"I must be honest here, I have no idea what the map says." Lenard yawned from his short sleep. It's four in the morning as I glanced at my watch necklace. Inside the cabin were the four of us staring at the large map on the table. With my fire floating on top of my hand, I could see the icons, lines, and sketches regarding the different lands across the world, but I had to make sure that I wouldn't lose my balance as I do it. I could see Quarte's shape. I learned just now that my homeland was one of the biggest parts of Everlos region until the Devastrigon (or the Triada Katastrefo, I could get used to that too) destroyed half of the northern area. "There it is." Chloriette pointed at a small drawing of an island. "This could be Mt. Impyerno." The island was located at the rear end of the map. In the background way too close to Mt. Impyerno were sea monsters. Most importantly, there were obstacles that we need to go through before heading to the island. Johnwolph als
"Tinker Bell is inside the working room," said the queen. We were marching down the hallway, except for Peter Pan, who was flying and checking the paintings out on the wall. "You know, for fairies who live in a tree, you guys are good at paintings," Peter commented. "Why thank you, we used berries to make those. Anyway, if you are the new Dragonslayer, do you realize that the journey ahead of you will be fatal?" She looked at me with those concern-filled eyes. "Yes, your majesty," I said. "And you're not gonna like it if this dragon somehow reached you, that's why we must stop it." Soon enough, we arrive at a room where textbooks, scrolls, and maps were on top of tables and bookshelves. Rushing and arguing inside the working room was a girl with blonde hair wearing a simple green dress, taking and arranging the books from a boy with black hair wearing a leafy, green sleeveless shirt, and a pair of perfectl
"Thanks for the help, Fawn!" Tinker Bell smiled at her friend. "I'm really glad you helped the new ones out, despite what happened many years when the-" "Tink, chill out, girl! The past is the past blah, blah, blah, and all that jazz. The important thing is they'll make it, so they can beat the acorns out of the Wagon." "Dragon." "Right, dragon! Does that have three heads and big wings? I wish me and the animal fairies can go with you so we could persuade it to not kill everything," Fawn laughed at that. "But, I don't think it's possible for us. . . since it's a monster anyway." A fairy guard landed beside Tink and Fawn. "Whoa, who's that? Another fairy guard?" Victor asked. "I guess so," Chloriette replied. The guard had slick, long black hair with tanned skin. The shape of her deep golden eyes the same as Claes, because . . . you k
Commander Grayson's perspective If you're in a war and you're a good warrior trying to make a strategy, then you probably thought about sneaking into an enemy's base. I prayed for the other warriors to keep their heads up if something went wrong, I prayed to give justice to the souls that have been banished, and I prayed for the protection of my brother, guiding the young warriors, with the new Dragonslayer as their companion, in their journey. Including that weird hippie-with-style guy that my brother made friends with. Well, if we're not splitting up, then I guess we'll civilly visit the general. I didn't know this could happen, I didn't even know that General Jabbernock was here. We haven't killed each other for years. It's crazy. And now, we'll meet again, preparing to strangle each other's necks. Since it's winter, we, unfortunately, needed more cover for our skin. MaXabiere didn't tell me how cold Northern Quarté was. So all of us, except Johnw
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