All the bodies were gathered together and the cremation began. They were all set ablaze amid the cold south wind that blew against the thriving flames.
It was getting dark, and it wouldn't be safe for them to remain out in the open, given the nocturnal creatures that lurked around the area during nightfall. “The weather isn't appreciating this”, Troy said. “Someone would have to watch over this for the next few hours for the cremation to be completed successfully without the bodies getting desecrated by wild scavengers.” After Troy said this, everyone stayed silent for some time, as if expecting a Selfless hero to give his or herself for the scary task that was proposed. Thornicus noticed Faora was also looking around, wanting to speak up once she was sure nobody was going to speak up. “All of you can head back to the cave”, Thornicus said. Faora looked at him with widened eyes, and he stared back at her with a smile. “ThereWhen the divine dragon had gotten out of view, Thornicus struggled to get on his feet, still shivering in fear. Being the laid-back and nonchalant person known by most back at home, this was an odd experience for him. Never had he felt fear like this in his entire life. With great care, he walked over to the pile of ashes lying on the ground, and couldn't stop himself from falling to his knees, panting heavily. He hit his knees, commanding them to stop shaking whenever he gets up, but whenever he did so, he found himself falling back down, unable to keep his standing posture for long thanks to his jerking knees. He needed to get his act together, as the winds were only getting worse, and at this rate, all the ashes would either get blown away by the wind or get mixed up in a lot of snow. So while he was still on his knees, he pulled out his outer cloak, wanting to put all the ashes inside. He gathered as much as he could, putting it into t
Thornicus remained where he was, staring out to the distant horizon, oblivious to how much time had passed by. When the watchmen changed shifts, none of them bothered to ask him why he was sitting there for so long, seeing that he was perfectly conscious even when they walked back and forth to the entrance, where he sat. There he sat, and there he slept. And just as you could guess, he dreamt of the dragon. But instead of dreaming of fighting or killing it, as he had always done in his dreams, this time he was riding it. The beast moved in the direction he hinted at, following his every command, not as a slave but as a friend. Though the shape of the dragon's mouth couldn't indicate whether she was happy or not, somehow he knew by her roars and the swift manner with which it twisted and turned as she flew over the high horizon, that she was elated. She looked as beautiful as ever, with her bright and colorful scales reflectin
“I see”, Thornicus said, closing his eyes. Kelvin was breathing heavily at this point, surprised at himself by how much he had flared up concerning the issue. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, especially as a crowd was starting to form around them, wondering what heat was going on. Kelvin's shouts had echoed through the entire cave, grabbing the attention of many, and he didn't know that until now. “Get back to where you came from, all of you”, Kelvin told them. “I was just giving the young boy some verbal discipline, that's all. Nothing to be concerned about.” Then everyone began leaving, vacating the upper ground where he and Thornicus were. “I'm sorry”, Thornicus said. “My childish curiosity got the best of me for a moment there.” “You are welcome”, he said. Then the young man turned to leave, but as he did, Kelvin called him back. “Thornicus, you didn't happen to en
Within the thick darkness, in which the only thing Thornicus could see was the large eyes of the beast, what followed after His request was total silence, followed by the complete removal of light as both eyes of the dragon closed up. Now it was total darkness, and Thornicus could not bear it anymore. He shut his eyes, abandoning any hope for final excitement before he gets eaten alive. But what followed next was her voice coming to his mind. Still stern, but this time softer and gentler. “It starts from the circle of life, a law created by the fates, the ones who determine how things should go and how they should be. All coincidences are determined by them and then alone, and it is thanks to their choice that this world and everything within it came into existence by chance”, she said to Thornicus. “The fates determined that men were to be the dominant beings of this world, but the problem was that dragons were almost as wise
“Beautiful”, Thornicus said once he saw her face. And from his reaction, she quickly hid her head back into the frankness at the far end of the cave where the light could not reach. The size of her head, compared to what he had witnessed before, seemed a lot smaller than before. She as a whole seemed to be a lot smaller than what he saw the previous day, but from the way they had just communicated, Thornicus was sure it was the same dragon he had encountered yesterday. “Please, come closer”, Thornicus said, to her bewilderment. “I want to see your face again.” “What is wrong with you?”, she asked. “You think something is wrong with me for wanting to look at something beautiful?”, Thornicus asked. “Doesn't the point of being beautiful mean that you are pleasant to look at?” “You have no fear?”, she asked. Thornicus arched a brow. She was right. Where was his fear? “Not sure how to put it”,
Thornicus and Kelvin stood at the upper platform, facing one another. Thornicus knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant talk, as Kelvin didn't sit or gesture for him to do so as well. So he prepared his mind for the worst, as it seemed so. Kelvin had a very serious look on his face, though it always liked serious thanks to the scar that ran from the top of his brow to his jaw, taking out one of his eyes with it. Then he went on to ask his first question. “I asked earlier if you had experienced or seen anything unusual that night, and you said no”, Kelvin said. Thornicus gave no response, still finding it hard to lie about the situation. “But I will still ask you again”, Kelvin said, wanting to give him the benefit of the doubt. “Did you see anything unusual that night?” Thornicus took a deep breath, gently turning off the idealism in his brain before answering, “No, I didn't.” Kelvin smiled. “I'm sorry”, he said. “I seemed to have asked the wrong q
Thornicus widened his eyes as he heard this, and with great excitement and anticipation, he waited outside, almost unable to wait for what he was about to see. That was why she came to the cave. Like the smaller dragons that were there, she was looking for a warm, dry place where she could lay and hatch her eggs. And since the cave was now vacant, it served as the best spot for her to do so. Thornicus feared she still thought of him as a Dragon Slayer, wanting to kill her little whelps to boost his power, but from the way she spoke to him, it implied she wanted him to see them, just not now. Her personality seemed to have changed in the short while since they spoke. It was as if this moment of reproducing had delighted out a soft spot on her, one he wished was permanent. As he stared into the distant horizon, looking in the direction where his home, he knew his people would soon be on their way, and he would somehow have to defend Nala and whelps from them, his
Thornicus spent the night with Nala and her whelps. Though they were of a different kind, it felt more like home being with them than ever before. Apart from that, compared to how it was at the cave back home, here it was very warm. He found it convenient that dragons were reptiles, needing a constant source of heat during the winter. Although he found it strange that adult dragons didn't seem to need it, as they winged and thrived almost as well as they would during the hour seasons, the little whelps did. It was early the next morning, just before dawn when Nala noticed his thoughts and answered him. “We are just as cold-blooded as our little whelps”, she said to him. “It's just that we adult dragons have a mechanism for keeping ourselves warm without making a fire.” “How did you know what I was thinking?”, asked Thornicus. “You are asking that after the multiple conversations we've had telepathically?”, she asked. “No, I mean... You can also hear my thoughts