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
I had a dream again, but this time I was not dream-traveling. I was in a meadow. I'm not sure what I'm doing here, just sitting on a log while watching the flowers show off their rich and colorful petals. In front of me was a family; A father, a mother, a brother, a sister, and an adorable baby carried by the mother. Together, the couple sat on a blanket, watching their son and daughter chase one another. I was so jealous of them, so jealous of them having a normal life as I had before. Without magic, without monsters, without extra-ordinary problems, and most especially me being . . . the supernatural me. I did nothing. Nothing at all as if my only purpose in this dream was to watch them enjoy their happiness. My spirit was about to ascend as a sign of relief, what I saw in front of me was joy, life, hope. Suddenly, the blue sky changed into bloody red. The white clouds dimmed into a dark grey before merging. The gentle wind became a violent storm. Behind the horrif
Commander Grayson's perspective "Gray. Gray. Gray. OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! GRAY!" I jolted and leaned back on my seat. I went to sleep again, didn't I? I almost forgot where we were because I was dreaming that I'm in the middle of a spelling bee contest. We're in the Flash warrior battleship together with the other warriors. I remember now, we were heading toward Hymnilyria for further investigation of this mysterious incident- or case rather. "I fell asleep, haven't I?" I groaned and stretched my arms. "For a commander, you sure sleep a lot." Giuseppe was standing at the door, arms crossed. Leaning his back on the sidewall. "Jalve spotted Hymnilyria behind a small island. Oh, and your girlfriend is waiting for you at the deck. She kept yelling your name." "Girlfriend?" I squinted, the sun telling me that it was morning. "Wait, why is she here?" "I know it may sound strange to you, but while we discussed this Dragonslayer problem