“Well, Bastian?” he spat, unable to hide his disdain for the Dragon King. “Have you and your underlings been able to find out anything that we can pin on that human? Many of our kind are calling for an immediate public execution. Surely you’re aware of this?”“Quiet, Vinzgar,” a dragon directly across the table from the dark gray dragon ordered. It was the current representative of the Stormfang family and Bastian’s son, Drax. Drax was the spitting image of his father, except for the eyes. While his pupils were black and his irises gold, the sclera were a deep blue. “My father will give you the report on what he has found, make no mistake about that. Until then, though, please keep those unnecessary comments to yourself.”“What was that?” Vinegar growled, turning his gaze to the younger dragon. “I thought you were taught to respect your elders, brat. Where are your manners?”The two of them glared at each other in silence as the tension in the air thickened. Sighing, Bastian sharply s
“And?” Vinegar spoke. “What’s the other half of Drake’s heritage?”“That...I don’t know,” Damrabe admitted. “I’ve compared his blood sample to that of the blood samples I have on all the other races known to exist in this world. Dragon, human, elf, orc, fairy, giant, troll, goblin, etc.... His structure doesn’t match up to any of them at all. But....”“What is it?” Boreta asked as Damrabe hesitated. “Don’t keep us in suspense; spit it out already.”Damrabe sighed before a dark expression crossed his face. “Based on the relationships between DNA structures and one’s attribute, if Drake managed to awaken him , his attribute would be... Dark.”A flicker of shock ran through the entire council, and they all turned to their king. There was a surprised expression on Bastian’s face upon hearing this, and he grew very serious as he stared hard at Damrabe.“Damrabe, I hope you aren’t spouting off nonsense right now to keep everyone here on edge. Are you certain about that? We can’t afford to
Did the king come here and use that spell from before on me again? He shook his head at this thought. No, it probably wasn’t him. I can imagine how busy a king of dragons would be with the situation I’ve gotten myself involved in. Someone else must’ve done it.His clothing had also been changed during his sleep. Drake now wore a sleeveless black shirt made of a semi-soft fabric, and his tattered jeans had been replaced by blue pants of a similar fabric to the shirt. The pants were held up by a brown sash wrapped around Drake’s waist and tied off to the side, the extra length of the sash hanging from his left hip.The smell of food assaulted his nostrils. Looking around, Drake spotted a picture of water and two full bowls of the meaty mush from yesterday placed on a wooden table behind the head of his bed. Ravenous, Drake grabbed both bowls of mush and devoured them quickly, finally putting an end to his stomach’s loud protests of recent mistreatment. Thirsty, he grabbed the picture by
“I’ll only tell you this now: I have absolutely zero interest in what you’re envisioning, you perv! If you ever try anything, I will take aggressive actions!”“Oh, so you like it rough, huh?” Zero teased.“Zero, that’s enough of that,” Poseidon demanded as Drake went stark white in the face. “I didn’t call you out here to give Drake a hard time; I want you to teach him Dragonscript.”Great, even Poseidon’s making queer jokes now.Poseidon sighed and looked over at Drake. “I know this might be uncomfortable for you, but Zero’s going to be teaching you Dragonscript for the time being.“Like hell he will!” Drake shouted. “How come you had to pick the gay dragon to teach me?!”“Because he was the only one who said he’d be willing to teach you when I was asking around for a mentor,” Poseidon responded.Drake groaned. That’s when Zero began to laugh heartily.“Poseidon, I think we’ve teased the poor kid enough,” he chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye. “Relax, Drake; we were only joking. We
“Poseidon, it’s me,” a voice that he didn’t recognize said. “I’m coming in.” Without waiting for a response, the owner of the voice opened the door and stepped through the doorway. It was a slightly aged dragon with nearly black gray scales and pale red underbelly scales and wing skin. A gold band set with large rubies was fitting around his tail just before the tip, which was shaped much like that of a harpoon head. Multiple pale scars covered his entire body from head to toe. The dragon’s red eyes darted around the office until they rested their gaze on Drake, who was still half-buried in a pile of books and parchment. He raised an eyebrow questionably at the sight.“I’m guessing you’re the half-breed called Drake?” he snorted, a slight look of disgust on his face. “What are you doing?”Half-breed? “Nothing,” Drake responded, pulling himself out of the pile and dusting himself off. “Just got caught in a landslide of parchment. Mind telling me who you are?”“Where’s Poseidon?” the dr
“Have fun with Zero today, Drake,” Poseidon chuckled from his desk, not making any effort to answer Drake’s pleas. “See you tonight after you finish your training today.”“Poseidon?!” Drake’s cry was cut off as the door closed behind them.For the first time in over a month, Drake left the interior of the prison he had been kept in. However, he wasn't as quiet as when he first came.“Let go of me!” he shouted as Zero unfurled his wings and flew out of the cave where Poseidon’s office was located. “Put me down right now, you perv!”Smack. Using his tail, Zero had smacked Drake straight across his face. Even though it wasn’t the first time Drake had been slapped like that recently, he was still stunned by this unexpected reaction from the small dragon.“Shut up,” Zero growled, annoyance clear in his voice as he flew out the opening in the grotto and out into the open sky. “I’ve had enough of your rudeness; I may be much more easy-going than most of the others you’ve met, but I’m still t
“Feeling better now?” Poseidon asked innocently as Drake sat there in stunned silence. He had his right hand raised with his index talon extended forward; he had apparently shot the water ball at Drake.Drake’s irritation sparked. “Like hell I do!” he snarled as he got back on his feet, thoroughly soaked. “What was that for?”Poseidon pinched his nostrils with a hand. “You smelled really bad, so I thought I’d assist you with your hygiene. Are you feeling hungry now? You’ll need to eat after the training you did today.”Snapped wide awake from the surprise water attack, Drake finally noticed that he was indeed starving. He grabbed the two bowls of food and sat down in front of the fireplace with the sea-green flames. His clothes quickly dried out as he inhaled the food.Drake sighed in relief as he finished off the last of his food. He stood up and began stretching his sore muscles.“Thanks for that, Poseidon,” he yawned as he finished stretching, exhaustion setting in again. “I needed
“You leave yourself wide open whenever you rely on reflexes to protect yourself,” Zero commented as he walked over and stood above Drake. “You have to see everything going on in your surroundings; not just the first attack you see. Damraetbe.”Drake felt something splatter on his cheek, and the pain began to instantly melt away. He opened his eyes to see his arm had straightened back to the way it should be. He sat up and flexed it a few times before getting back on his feet. He had a sudden idea.“Let’s try this again,” Zero said as he got back into his stance. “Hold on a sec, Zero,” Drake said. “Can you give me a second? I want to try something.”Zero stopped bouncing and lowered his arms somewhat as he looked at Drake. “What is it?”“Just give me about thirty seconds,” Drake told him. “Once that time is up, feel free to attack me however you see fit, even if I don’t look like I’m ready.”Zero exchanged a nervous glance with Damrabe, who also had a similar expression on his face. D