"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
"Now remember, loves, be careful. Our safe house is a little bit tight for your size." True, she was the shortest in our group. The cave was not that dark, just a little bit of light would do to see the way. In front of us was a huge, circular wooden door. Pushing it open very, very carefully, Flayflay showed us the survivors of Hymnilyria. The injured elves rested beneath a soft white mat, breathing heavily. The female elves gathered all their ingredients to make medicine while the male elves carry more injured ones to a space.The families tightened the blankets around them while some putting ice on top of their heads. The musicians played relaxing tunes in their instruments to help calm the citizens a little. They may have had an equal amount of medicine, but about their foods and drinks, is there some left? I read their minds, they're all conscious, which was good. Young elves, that were two feet tall, were crying as their elf nurses clean their wounds. All of us, except
"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